Set the Fire to the Third Bar

This one shot holds explicit adult content. Please don't be offended if you read it. This is the only warning you are going to get and whatever you read from here, I can't be blamed for anything that happens to you!

This story is fiction only. Any event, location that may fit their real locations or connection between the characters and the fictional characters is purely coincidental.

Thanks for reading.


Set the Fire to the Third Bar

“After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in” – Snow Patrol

Saoirse rolled over in bed and snuggled close against the naked form that lay beside her. Her eyes flew open in sudden cold realisation she was not alone. She was unable to remember the specifics of the previous night, darkness replacing all accounts of what happened. The man beside her slept soundly. She sat up and peered at him to discover who might own the tanned and toned slim body. She recognised the face instantly and threw a hand over her mouth to avoid making any sound as she gasped. Her mind reeled back to last night, going through every detail, but still she could not recall ever making it upstairs, or how she came to be sharing a bed with a member of Take That.

Her movement must have disturbed him. He rolled over onto his back, peering from under his eyelids, a lazy smile spreading across his face as he yawned and stretched. “Morning…” he murmured.
“Morning,” she croaked. Still stunned by her discovery she quickly cleared her throat, and dared to look at him smiling. Perhaps if she acted normally, as if this sort of thing happened every day – yeah right! Since when did she wake up with strangers in her bed? Not just any stranger. In fact not a stranger at all, but a famous pop star. Fan-girls would kill to be in her place. She nervously lowered back down, pulling the duvet over herself as she smiled back at him, willing him to reveal last night’s goings on. Instead, he turned over on to his side to face her, his eyes lighting up as he gazed at her. They seemed to be roaming over her figure and she pulled the duvet tightly around her, wondering what appeared to intrigue him.

“You shy all of sudden?” He smirked. His hand moved across and with one finger, he tugged at the edge of the bedding teasing it down. She held on fast, her fists gripped tighter around the bedcover, suddenly feeling suspicious of his intentions although they were pretty obvious.

“What happened?” she asked him. “How did I get here?” Well, actually, she wasn’t sure where ‘here’ was. Had she, by some miraculous ability, found her way back to England last night, accompanied by this man and was now at his house, in his bed? What if he had a girlfriend or, worse, what if he was married?

She didn’t know anything about him other than he was a singer in the most successful boy-band since The Beatles. You’d have to be blind not to know that face. It had adorned the cover of every teen magazine in the nineties along with his four friends, one of whom was not with them now due to some discrepancy. She didn’t exactly know what happened since she wasn’t really a fan.

“You mean you don’t know?” His eyebrow rose as he studied her with incredulity, unsure whether she was pulling his leg or not. “Well, I could tell you, but then that would spoil the fun, wouldn’t it?” He grinned, his eyes flashing as he shifted closer wrapping his arm around her waist. He placed butterfly kisses against her bare shoulder. His hand moved beneath the covers, finding more silky skin rippling under his fingertips as they slipped across her abdomen. She flinched and then immediately relaxed realising quickly that she had to be mad to give up an opportunity like this. She was never that lucky and occasions like this hardly ever presented themselves. She felt as if she’d died and gone to heaven where every one of her wishes were being granted.

She bit back a moan as she felt his gentle hand rise over her breasts, kneading them softly one at a time, pinching and rolling the rigid flesh between his fingers.

Saoirse stretched her body, welcoming the sweet caresses as she felt his other hand slip between her thighs and begin to stroke back and forth, dipping his fingertips into her already swollen wet folds. She groaned, her hips twitching involuntary, begging him to bury more than just his finger into the moist heat between her legs.

From this he took the hint and manoeuvred himself until he was kneeling between her legs. The duvet was thrown back allowing the cool early morning breeze blowing through the slightly open window to wrap around their naked bodies.

Suddenly she cried out and lifted her hips as the tip of his tongue touched her inflamed labia. Her incoherent thoughts pleaded for his lips and tongue, for the hard length of his cock as he lapped at her sleek folds, moving at a slow and leisurely pace that made his balls ache fiercely. It was worth the pain to watch the myriad of emotions flitting across her face.

She lifted her hips higher and thrust herself against his mouth. He speared her with his tongue, suckled her hard little clit between his lips and rubbed his fingers back and forth along the valley between her perfectly shaped buttocks. Saoirse cried out and gasped, her body convulsing as her first orgasm hit so hard and fast, shuddering against his continuing assault between her legs.

It was then that the door opened and her head lifted quickly from the pillow. Her eyes widened at the sight of the man entering the room and casually closing the door behind him. She glanced worriedly at the other man between her legs who was grinning.

“Were you starting without me, Markie?” he smirked, kicking his shoes off as he approached the bed. His skin was gleaming with sweat, having already exerted himself jogging through the park in the early hours of the morning. His blond hair was ruffled and spiky, making him look devilishly hot. He picked up a towel from the chair, wiped his face and hair and settled down on the edge of the bed. He smiled at Saoirse, appearing to notice her for the first time. The mattress dipped as he sat down next to her, his eyes glinted as he glanced between the two of them.

“I guessed you’d be off running, Gaz, we didn’t expect you back yet…” Mark moved to lay the other side Saoirse and brushed his lips again the nape of her neck.

We? Saoirse thought. She didn’t expect to wake up next to one man, let alone have another join them.

“Saoirse doesn’t seem to remember last night, I think she had a bit too much to drink so I thought it might help to try and remind her,” he continued, his eyes glittering with a wicked grin spreading across his face.

Gary’s lips curled up into a mischievous smile, which seemed to match Mark’s euphoric expression, and began shedding his clothes. He then encouraged her to turn to his friend and stretched full-length along her spine. Saoirse shivered as his body, damp with sweat, pressed against her. His cock, as hot as his body was cold, slipped naturally between her legs from behind and rested hard and thick against her. Saoirse squirmed against him tilting her hips just enough to bring his manhood into perfect contact with her sex.

“And have you remembered?” His voice dropped to a deeper level as he whispered the words against her neck. She swung her head around to look at Gary over her shoulder, he was grinning, even as his length began riding slick along the crease of her butt and down between her thighs. His fingers ran along her hips, and then down over her buttocks. She sighed with pleasure feeling his body rub against hers.
“Not yet,” she murmured in reply.

Mark lay in front of her watching as Gary took over. Damn what a gorgeous picture they made.

Noticing the enigmatic smile on Mark’s face, as Saoirse turned to look at him, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around his hard, full length. His hips began to roll closer toward her belly taking a slow but steady rhythm as he thrust and moaned.

“Maybe we should try a little harder then, what do you say Markie?” Gary said, emphasizing his words. His low sexy voice affirmed the images filling her mind, as the smooth glide of his cock over her very wet entrance almost took the breath from her lungs.

“I agree.” Mark’s voice was equally low as he let out a guttural moan, her fingertips slid along his length, pulling and squeezing almost too roughly.

Her skin felt like satin beneath Gary’s hands as they slid over her breasts and began to massage them, squeezing her nipples lightly between his fingers and thumb, rolling the hard, sensitive buds. She moaned again, the sound working its way up and out of her throat before she even recognized it as her own voice.

“Turn around,” Gary encouraged her, and she rolled completely over between the two men coming face to face with him. For the first time she was able to see how blue his eyes appeared. He wrapped his arms around her. Mark inched closer managing to sandwich her even tighter between them, and where Gary’s length had been only moments before, he pressed his fingers between her cheeks and rubbed something warm and slick-her own juices? – against Saoirse’s arse. A sigh of pleasure emanated from her lips as his cock replaced those fingers and began sliding between her cheeks; Gary was meeting him in the middle, rubbing slowly between her legs.

It was impossible to resist such a provocative proposition between two gorgeous men. Their sizable lengths sliding one against the other induced sensations she’d never experienced from just one man before. She couldn’t help but wonder if they got off on it too. Saoirse tilted her hips back against Mark’s belly as his arms came around her waist.

He found both her breasts and crossed his arms over her chest as he began pinching them none too gently between his fingers. Not to be outdone Gary hugged Saoirse, grabbing her buttocks with his fingers, slipping between her butt and Mark’s flat belly to press against her ass. She closed her eyes and absorbed the sensations, the myriad of nerves tingling with each perfect sweep of Gary’s fingers, and realised he was also stroking Mark’s cock with his fingertips on each thrust. Unsure of whether it was done to heighten their arousal, or whether the two men shared a private affection for each other, she decided it was none of her business. It didn’t matter to her either way. The fact was, she was here, sandwiched tightly between them sharing their bed, and living a fantasy she’d dreamed of on more than one occasion.

She heard the rustle of the crisp sheets and the steady breathing of both men, the squishy, wet sounds of their cocks sliding against each other between her legs. When she listened carefully, she caught the rapid beat of her heart. She bit back a moan and clenched her sex as Gary slipped between her slick labia with the lightest of touches.

Every part of her reacted, teased by the passage, by the smooth heat and perfect friction against her arse and clit. She imagined the flared crowns, wet and distended, glistening with the wash of fluids from her well-lubricated sex, blended with the uncontrollable flow of pre-cum seeping from the tips. Both men were uncut. Their foreskins would be stretched back behind the swollen heads, the skin flushed dark read, the sensitive nerves exposed. Gary had now found rhythm, pressing against her sphincter with his fingers as he thrust his cock slowly between her legs. Mark’s tight grasp on her nipples caused them to ache, but the pain sent a constant pulse of pleasure directly to her clit.

The tension grew. She needed penetration, anything to take her over the edge. Saoirse’s breathing turned choppy, her eyes fluttering open and closed as she tried to focus on the darkened blue oceans in front of her, but was unable. Her whole body shivered as Gary’s fingers pressed tighter against her arse. His fingers penetrated her just as Mark pinched her nipples and Saoirse jerked and cried out, her back arched as she spasmed through her climax, shuddering and shivering, her clit awash in a liquid orgasmic release.

Without breaking rhythm, Gary entered her sex on his next stroke, burying himself all the way to the hilt on a single thrust. Saoirse’s muscle grabbed his manhood as she tightened around him. Her sex still rippled with aftershocks as he rolled over to his back and took her with him.

Mark quickly knelt between their legs and pressed the broad crown of his cock against her bottom. Still relaxed from Gary’s fingers, Saoirse tilted her hips to make Mark’s entrance easier. His fingers first circled the puckered muscle, relaxing her even more, and then pressed harder with his cock. Saoirse pushed out as Mark moved forward. She felt it burn when he stretched her, slowly pressing in and out, a little further each time as he worked beyond her tight sphincter. The pain disappeared once he passed beyond the loop of muscle, melding swiftly into a dark slide of pleasure. Saoirse groaned as Mark entered her slowly, carefully, deeply.

Gary sighed too.

Sex-drugged and drifting in waves of sensation, Saoirse opened her eyes and stared into his. He took her hands in his and stretched her arms over his head, pulling her down until her nipples rubbed the thin hair across his chest. Mark stretched out over her body and covered the backs of her hands, linking his fingers with Gary’s.

Connected now, with Saoirse sandwiched between them, their bodies linked but their thoughts remained private. Mark slowly began to moving his hips. He was the one who directed them; sliding deep inside Saoirse, his erection slipping past Gary’s separated by nothing more than the thin membrane dividing her passages.

They didn’t so much make love to her as they loved each other within her body and Saoirse lost herself to sensation. To the soft hair on Gary’s chest brushing her sensitive nipples, to the hard muscle of Mark’s chest that transcended small tremors across her back as he fought the rising level of excitement, threatening his control. She felt as much like a beloved vessel as she did a participant.

Mark’s cock slid past Gary’s, and Gary shuddered beneath her. Saoirse rubbed her taut nipples across Gary’s chest and felt his pectoral muscles jerk in response. She tightened her sex, clenching both men in her velvet clasp. Short, sharp gasps escaped as their breath hitched in their throats. At the same time, she sensed a silent communication pass between her new lovers, felt their muscles tense and their huge cock, if possible, grow larger.

Gary let go of Saoirse's hands, tilted his hips, and drew his knees up on either side of her, lifting her higher dragging the full length of his cock over her clit on both retreat and entry. Mark shifted slightly, driving deeper inside with every well-aimed thrust. Saoirse felt the solid pressure against her perineum and knew their balls pressed tightly together with each stroke, she knew their trembling bodies fought the need to come.

Saoirse fought it as well, even as the intensity of their loving grew, as her body shivered and her legs trembled with an overload of pleasure. Sensation flooded her mind. The combination of both Gary and Mark, their arousal, their overwhelming desire, their love in all its myriad forms filled her thoughts, became her own thoughts and she cried out with the unbelievable surge of sensation.

Her scream was the trigger, the key that sent both men into climax. Gary's thrust lifted her into Mark.

Mark's cock drove deep, but he didn't hold at the point of orgasm. Instead, he thrust harder, sliding deep with Gary, both of them going in at the same time, out in tandem, each one filling her with their seed. Their groans enveloped her senses, their semen, hot and thick, filled her body.

Her eyes refused to focus, her thoughts scattered. Saoirse's entire body clenched in one spasmodic tremor with muscles locked, holding both men inside. Her heart pounded in her chest and sweat covered her body front and back, soaking the bedding. Hers? Mark's? Gary’s?

Saoirse's legs trembled beneath Mark's, her breasts, swollen and tender, throbbed in time with her racing heart. Her vision refused to clear. Little black spots wavered in front of her eyes.

Lungs heaving, she dragged in deep, ragged breaths of air. Her breasts pressed against Gary's rising and falling chest, her back felt compressed by Mark's weight. When she finally thought to open her eyes to the men, she found them grinning broadly, satisfied and physically sated.

Saoirse would have smiled if she'd had the energy. Enervated, she lay there, compressed between them, welcoming Mark's weight and Gary's strength.

Her vision cleared slowly, the spots fading as her heart settled once again into its normal rhythm. Still she lay sprawled across Gary's body, loving the feeling of both men, but knowing that this might be the last time she ever saw them and wanted it to last for as long as possible.

Gary swept her tangled hair back from her forehead, “So how about now?” He peered down at her, “d’you remember?” His voice was low and his northern slur accentuated even more from the physical exertion he’d put his body through over the past twelve hours. He was thankful that today was their day off.

Mark tilted his hips, pressing against her buttocks. His cock was no longer hard as a post, but she still felt him deep inside. “She has to remember now,” he grinned.

“Oh Lord, that feels so good,” she mumbled, raising her hips slightly to meet his.

Laughing, Mark slipped free of Saoirse's body and rolled to one side. He groaned. “Okay, no more undue influence.” Mark swatted her on the butt, then crawled off the bed and headed for the bathroom.

Saoirse sighed and tightened her vaginal muscles around Gary's cock. He'd softened a bit as well, but still managed to fill her with sensation. “It’s starting to come back slowly,” she managed to smirk, “Something about a birthday party and dancing on tables…”

“Maybe next time,” Gary lifted her chin with his hands and kissed her soundly, “we’ll help you to remember the rest of the night.” He winked.

“Next time?” She was surprised she’d ever see them again after this morning.

“We’re here for another three days and you’ve still yet to blow out your birthday candles,” he chuckled.

Mark returned from the bathroom and joined them on the bed, lying pressed against her as she rolled away from Gary slipping between the two hot bodies, feeling as if all her birthdays had come at once.

“And next time it’s my turn to go underneath,” he chuckled and winked at Gary.

larajayne wrote:

THAT...was amazing!

Christ on a bike!

Your ability to write these amazingly HOT short stories never ceases to amaze me hun. They just get better and better (Or Hotter and Hotter)

Am intruiged by the last line...does that mean there's a possible sequel??

I really don't know yet hun... I purposely left that opening just in case I get the urge.
It's the type of fic that can stay as it is or go further but I need to concentrate on the others that I'm doing 

Glad that you like it though! 
Means a lot, since I never at all really expected to be able to pull something like this off, especially 
given who else is in it... 

Incredible excuse me while I faint

That was hot kumiko

Can I say that I love Lara´s idea of a sequal

WOW!!!

I dont think I need to add anymore words!!

fayetakethat wrote:

WOW!!!

I dont think I need to add anymore words!!

There are no words

Thank you girls!
I'm so glad its doing the trick!

bloody hell

i agree when Lara said ''Your ability to write these amazingly HOT short stories never ceases to amaze me hun. They just get better and better (Or Hotter and Hotter) ''

is it wrong that this oneshot has had more effect on me then any others i have read so far?

if my knickers are clean after that it's a bloody miracle and it's not even that time of month

sam wrote:

fayetakethat wrote:

WOW!!!

I dont think I need to add anymore words!!

There are no words

Awww Sam! You read it!
Thank you!
When I read yours I thought, there's a girl who knows my mind... except I prefer Markie to Howard

I've been thinking about writing this for ages, but didn't dare until I saw yours.

I hope you've changed your knickers now Emz.

Well I never! I ..........

OMG... Kumiko... I just read it...



I needed shower after I read this...


wonder..... if there is any more chapters....... coz... I wanna read it!

THAT was

PMSL at the comment 'just in case I get the urge'....

Excuse me......

Holy Crap!

kumiko wrote:

I hope you've changed your knickers now Emz.

yes i changed them

and i agree with Lara, don't kill all are members.... we have weak hearts LOL

that was the hottest and most detailed threesome I ever read in TT fanfic land! And the feelings between Gary and Markie are quite interesting too

larajayne wrote:

Kumiko can you stop killing the forum members please

That made me giggle that did. I'm still giggling now. I had an image of all the members just dropping down dead one at a time.

Harumph! Glad that news of our deaths brings you so much amusement you mass killer you!!

kumiko wrote:

larajayne wrote:

THAT...was amazing!

Christ on a bike!

Your ability to write these amazingly HOT short stories never ceases to amaze me hun. They just get better and better (Or Hotter and Hotter)

Am intruiged by the last line...does that mean there's a possible sequel??

I really don't know yet hun... I purposely left that opening just in case I get the urge.
It's the type of fic that can stay as it is or go further but I need to concentrate on the others that I'm doing

Glad that you like it though!
Means a lot, since I never at all really expected to be able to pull something like this off, especially
given who else is in it...

HAIL TO THE QUEENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

*bows in admiration*



MOREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Titti wrote:

kumiko wrote:

larajayne wrote:

THAT...was amazing!

Christ on a bike!

Your ability to write these amazingly HOT short stories never ceases to amaze me hun. They just get better and better (Or Hotter and Hotter)

Am intruiged by the last line...does that mean there's a possible sequel??

I really don't know yet hun... I purposely left that opening just in case I get the urge.
It's the type of fic that can stay as it is or go further but I need to concentrate on the others that I'm doing

Glad that you like it though!
Means a lot, since I never at all really expected to be able to pull something like this off, especially
given who else is in it...

HAIL TO THE QUEENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

*bows in admiration*



MOREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

CAN I TELL YOU A SECRET?? While reading it i just pretended it wasn't Markie....

PMSL Titti!