Looking at You, I Can Read Your Mind...
Part 2/2
(Eye In the Sky part 2)
by Galenn

        Sinclair smiled apologetically and stood, holding a hand out to each of 
them. "I'm sorry, Michael -- both of you, come with me."
        They both stood, Garibaldi realizing all three of them were quite 
aroused when he saw how hard each of them was. They took Sinclair's hands, and 
he led them into the sleeping alcove and closed the partition.
        "Little more room here than there is on the couch," Sinclair purred, 
leading Gray to the edge of his bed while Garibaldi paused to take off his 
jacket, link, and PPG's.
        "Don't need one of these going off at the wrong time," he said as he set 
down his backup weapon. Then he looked over at Sinclair, who was helping Gray 
remove his boots. "Um...Jeff? Better take off your link before it accidentally 
gets--"
        Sinclair stopped in the middle of rubbing Gray's feet and removed his 
link, deposited it on the nightstand. "Thanks, Michael," he answered with a 
chuckle, leaving Gray wondering if the two of them ever *had* accidentally 
activated the communications device during lovemaking.
        And then Sinclair was pulling him into a gentle embrace, although the 
height difference made him kneel on the bed while Sinclair stood next to it.
        After a flurry of motion and the sounds of articles of clothing hitting 
the floor, he suddenly felt the bed dip behind him. Then Garibaldi climbed 
across the bed and wrapped strong arms around him, pressing his body against him 
from behind.
        "You two are wearing too much," Garibaldi said, his voice a low growl. 
"Want me to help you there, Jeff?"
        Gray saw Sinclair shiver, saw the heat in his eyes. Trapped between that 
sensual fire and Garibaldi's strong body and rampant erection, he was helpless 
to do anything other than sigh and lean back into the embrace.
        Garibaldi hummed appreciatively and leaned down to nuzzle Gray's neck, 
slid hands down to cup the bulge at his groin. Gray moaned and squirmed back 
against him, then squeaked in surprise as Sinclair's hands dove in to unfasten 
his shirt.
        "Move your hands, Michael," Sinclair commanded with a sultry purr. 
Garibaldi reluctantly abandoned Gray's erection and suddenly Sinclair was 
unbuckling his belt and practically yanking his trousers open.
        Gray groaned as Sinclair freed his erection, then sighed as Garibaldi's 
hands slid up his torso, inside his shirt to stroke across ribs and fondle 
hardening nipples.
        "Oooooooohgod..." Gray moaned as Garibaldi pinched his nipples, sending 
jolts of pleasure through him, making him helpless. He pressed back against the 
larger man, groaning as he felt Garibaldi's erection slide against his buttocks. 
He was panting, now, feeling the hunger burning in all of them, letting it wrap 
around him, sweep him up in its maelstrom.
        Sinclair growled low in his throat and loosened Garibaldi's hold on the 
telepath, pulled him forward for a moment and grasped his waistband, pulling his 
trousers and underwear down. When he let Gray fall back again, Garibaldi hissed 
at the sudden feel of skin against skin, his cock pressed up against Gray's 
buttocks. He looked up from where he was nibbling the telepath's shoulder to see 
Sinclair pull back and nearly rip his own clothes off. God, the man was sexy...
        "Get up on the bed," Sinclair growled, indicating the pillows. "And get 
that shirt off him -- and the gloves."
        Gray's eyes widened and he nearly tried to stop Garibaldi, but a softly 
murmured "It's okay, Harriman," from Sinclair seemed to reassure him. 
        Garibaldi complied with the instructions, practically picking Gray up as 
he backed up to the pillows. He noticed that after the gloves, Gray didn't 
object to a single thing either of them were doing, and for a moment was 
concerned that the telepath was frightened by their aggression. He leaned down 
and whispered, "You okay with this, Harriman?"
        The telepath leaned back against him and nodded, murmured, "God, yes, I 
want this, Michael..."
        "Good," Sinclair purred in a sultry tone, then he climbed onto the bed 
and advanced on them, moving on hands and knees with the sensual grace of a 
panther. Garibaldi groaned and hugged Gray tighter, knowing they were both 
staring at the strong, sexy man advancing on them, hard cock bobbing with every 
move, straining towards them. "Hold him, Michael," Sinclair commanded.
        "Oh god--" Garibaldi and Gray both whispered, and then Gray moaned and 
arched back against Garibaldi as Sinclair pinned his legs and greedily swallowed 
his cock.
        "Damn, Jeff, this is -- oh *god*," Garibaldi whispered, as Gray went 
first boneless and then rigid against him. He could hear the sounds of Sinclair 
licking and sucking Gray's cock, the soft moans and whimpers coming from the 
telepath himself.
        Garibaldi shivered, rapidly being overwhelmed by all of the sounds and 
sensations. Almost of their own volition, his hands started roaming over Gray's 
torso again, always holding the slender man close against himself, but exploring 
his sensitive places, making him squirm almost as much as Sinclair's mouth was.
        Gray moaned, helpless between the two men. He could feel their enjoyment 
and the arousal that set their blood on fire, especially when he squirmed back 
against Garibaldi's hard cock.
        Garibaldi's moans were getting louder as Gray squirmed against him. He 
couldn't help himself, began thrusting against the telepath's body, his cock 
sliding between Gray's buttocks, nudging against his anus. Garibaldi wanted to 
let it slide inside him, but he hadn't prepared Gray for penetration and refused 
to do *anything* that might hurt the man.
        Instead he turned his attention to pleasuring Gray, hoping that the 
distraction would take the edge off until later. He bent to nuzzle Gray's neck, 
nibbling and licking down from behind the telepath's ear to his shoulder, 
nipping with increasing intensity as Gray's moans grew louder.
        Sinclair smiled around Gray's cock and increased his efforts, watching 
Gray and Garibaldi with smouldering eyes. He made a low growl deep in his throat 
and dug his fingers into Gray's buttocks, then pulled back to flick the very tip 
of his tongue over the head of Gray's cock. The gasp and hungry moan that 
escaped the telepath arrowed straight to his groin and he knew he couldn't draw 
things out much longer.
        He deep-throated Gray's cock again and slid one hand between the two men 
before him, brushing Garibaldi's aching erection on the way to Gray's tight 
anus. He worked the very tip of a finger into Gray, feeling the sudden jolt that 
went through him.
        "Oh yes -- please!" Gray gasped, and suddenly he was arching in orgasm, 
helpless in the pleasure as Sinclair swallowed his cum greedily. Garibaldi 
watched the spectacle before him with hungry eyes, smiling when Sinclair looked 
up at him and licked his lips.
        "Damn, you two are *hot*," Garibaldi breathed as Sinclair rolled off 
Gray and gently slid his finger free. Garibaldi hugged Gray close and nuzzled 
him again, then murmured in his ear, "How 'bout we all lie down in the bed now?"
        Gray smiled and complied while Sinclair was rummaging in a nightstand 
drawer. Garibaldi shivered with anticipation, knowing that Sinclair was looking 
for the lubricant; then slid down in bed and let Gray snuggle against him as 
Sinclair let out a triumphant "Ah hah! There it is."
        Then he turned back to see Garibaldi running gentle fingers through 
Gray's hair and watching his every move. Sinclair smiled warmly at him and got 
into bed on the other side of the slender telepath, groaning softly as Gray 
sighed and pressed back against him.
        "How do you feel, Harriman?" he asked gently, the velvet sound of his 
voice soothing.
        "Wonderful," Gray answered with a smile, "But I can *feel* how -- 
aroused -- you two are." Another smile, this one slightly embarrassed as 
Garibaldi's cock made its presence known by twitching against his hip. "I don't 
mean to pry," he started to apologize.
        "That's okay," Sinclair answered quickly, wanting to reassure him. "With 
all of this close contact, it's hard to avoid, isn't it."
        Gray nodded, feeling Sinclair's hands beginning to roam his body while 
Garibaldi turned to face him more. "I'm sorry."
        "*Don't* be," Garibaldi said, his hands joining Sinclair's. "You're not 
going to scan us, right?" At Gray's startled shake of his head, Garibaldi 
continued, "Then there's no problem. Now *relax* -- you're starting to shiver."
        "I'm--"
        "And stop apologizing," Sinclair's voice came from right behind his ear, 
breath warm on the lobe. "Michael, let's get him under the covers, huh?"
        They got Gray settled under the comforter and returned to their gentle 
caresses, Garibaldi gasping quietly when Gray snuggled against him and gently 
kissed him. The telepath wasn't shivering anymore -- instead he began tracing 
lazy patterns over Garibaldi's chest while Sinclair's hands roamed up his body.
        "Mmmn..." Garibaldi murmured appreciatively, enjoying Gray's rather 
skilled touch. The slender fingers were trailing down his torso, almost tickling 
when they reached his belly -- until they brushed his burning erection. 
"Ohhyeah..."
        Garibaldi's hand tightened on Gray's hip and his cock leapt, then Gray's 
warm fingers were tracing the hard, hot length and he groaned, rapidly becoming 
overwhelmed.
        "Oh god..." Sinclair breathed, seeing Garibaldi's eyes glaze over with 
pleasure. "Harriman, I'm--"
        "Please," Gray whispered, "I want you in me..."
        "Good." Relieved, then, because otherwise, with Garibaldi losing himself 
in pleasure like that, he'd come all over the telepath's ass anyway...He found 
the tube of lubricant again, uncapped it awkwardly, liberally coated a couple of 
fingers with the gel.
        Then he took a deep breath to calm himself and probed gently at Gray's 
anus. Part of him was amazed at how quickly the slender man accommodated him -- 
he'd barely begun and already he had three fingers up the tight channel, feeling 
eager muscles clutch at him.
        He could hear Garibaldi whimper, realized Gray must have tightened his 
grip in surprise -- or was he -- Yes, he *was* holding Garibaldi back, making it 
possible to time it better.
        How did he *know*?
        A mindvoice in his head, then, timid, apologetic. //I can't help it -- I 
can feel both of you...//
        Oh god -- was this-? _Don't apologize, Harriman._ God! _I like it -- I 
can...I can feel him!_
        He was sliding his fingers free, coating his cock with the gel and 
moving into position, all the while gently kissing Gray's hair and looking into 
Garibaldi's eyes.
        _Michael!_
        There was surprise in the hazy grey -- _he felt that!_ And then he was 
sliding into Gray's body, thick cock sheathed in inferno heat, the slender 
telepath arching back against him -- hungry, so hungry.
        He began to thrust.
        //Gods, *yes*!//
        Garibaldi heard a voice moan, realized that it was his own. He could 
feel -- oh gods, the things he could feel! But that was impossible, because 
Sinclair was inside Gray, not him; glorious thick cock shoving deep, making him 
feel every hot, hard inch of it.
        Gray moaned loudly and Garibaldi felt the sensations intensify, joined 
by the renewed stroking of his aching erection. Very suddenly, he realized what 
was happening: in the confrontation with Ben Zayn, Gray had projected his own 
pain at the colonel to distract him. Now, in the throes of passion, in a 
situation where he felt no need to stay so tightly guarded, he was projecting 
his pleasure...
        Garibaldi couldn't help himself, started thrusting into Gray's hands, 
realizing that he could feel more than just Gray's pleasure: Through whatever 
kind of circuit they were making he could also feel his cock -- even though he 
knew it couldn't be his -- sinking into wonderful tight heat.
        Oh, how he could lose himself in this! And for a moment, he was 
frightened that he might, but then he felt reassurance flowing from Sinclair 
along with the pleasure. He thought one of them moaned -- or was it all of them? 
He couldn't tell.
        The circuit was complete now that his fright was gone, and the pleasure 
wove around and through all three of them, higher and higher until it engulfed 
them in its supernova. For one perfect moment Garibaldi could feel so much more 
than the pleasure: He could feel Sinclair -- his soul, his heart, the love he 
felt for Garibaldi... Then the awareness drew back again, narrowing to the 
shared pleasure, beautiful transcendent ecstasy stretching the instant into 
seeming infinity...

        Sinclair stretched, his softening cock slipping free of its warm haven; 
he reached a hand over to gently stroke Gray's hair and then Garibaldi's face. 
As they began to stir, he sighed quietly, thinking about the great gift Gray had 
given them.
        He had caught a thread of thought from the telepath -- Gray had 
stretched his talent to its limits and joined his and Garibaldi's minds, their 
souls; allowed them to feel each other's love in exchange for the night of 
pleasure that he had chosen to participate in. After a gift of such magnitude, 
he decided, they had to make certain Gray had the best night they could possibly 
give him...
        Garibaldi's eyes flickered open and met his gaze, and he could see the 
love there. _Oh Michael,_ he thought, smiling. _Later, we'll talk..._
        Gray shifted and nuzzled against Garibaldi then, and they turned their 
attention to him once more.
                                   --==**==--
        "I hope Harriman's going to be all right," Sinclair said softly, 
settling into his office chair. Garibaldi sat in one of the chairs in front of 
the desk and frowned.
        "Me too, but I wouldn't bet on it," he answered. "Damn it, he looked 
like a man heading off to his own execution when he got on that transport..." 
Sinclair grunted in agreement, then met Garibaldi's gaze as he asked, "There's 
nothing we can do, is there?"
        "Nothing I can think of," Sinclair answered. "If we were independent, we 
could offer him sanctuary. However, since we are affiliated with Earth they 
would be within their rights to send a PsiCop after him, treating him like a 
rogue telepath. That would only make matters worse for him when they brought him 
back..."
        "Bastards. I *hate* feeling so helpless..."
        Sinclair stood and walked to the other chair in front of his desk, sat 
facing Garibaldi. "Michael, I want you to try to keep track of him -- I'm sure 
it won't be easy, but I know you've got your methods..." Garibaldi smiled 
slightly at that, and Sinclair chuckled quietly, then continued, "You *like* it 
when I ask you to circumvent the system, don't you."
        "What can I say? I love a challenge..." Garibaldi answered with a grin. 
Then he sobered, reached out to touch Sinclair's hand. "Jeff..."
        "Michael," Sinclair responded warmly, "I want you to know it's all true. 
You're a part of me -- I need you as much as I need the air to breathe..."
        Garibaldi swallowed, reached up to gently touch Sinclair's lips, then 
cheek. "God, Jeff, you're better at saying these things than I am, but I need 
you, too... I -- feeling that, last night..." He swallowed again, realizing his 
hand was shaking, let it slide back down to Sinclair's arm. "I love you."
        "And I love you, Michael, more than life itself," Sinclair answered 
softly, taking Garibaldi's hand. "I know you've got work to do, but I want to 
see you later."
        Garibaldi nodded, said, "Me too. Toni--" He was interrupted by the beep 
of Sinclair's link.
        "Never fails," Sinclair muttered, then keyed his link and spoke into it, 
"Sinclair, go ahead."
        "Commander," Ivanova's voice said, "I'm sorry to bother you, but Londo 
and G'Kar are at it again..."
        "Back to business as usu--" Garibaldi's annoyed mutter was interrupted 
by his own link. "Garibaldi, go."
        "Chief, we've got a situation in the Zocalo."
        "What is it, Lou?" Garibaldi asked, trying to listen to both conversations 
at once -- Sinclair was going to be busy for a while trying to placate the Centauri 
and Narn ambassadors.
        "Drazi -- someone was selling some artifacts and--"
        "Okay, I got it. I'll be there in five, see if you can keep them from 
breaking anyone's head till then." Garibaldi keyed off the link and looked at 
Sinclair, who had just done the same. "Duty calls."
        "Doesn't it always," Sinclair said wryly. He stood, headed for the door 
with Garibaldi right behind him. "My quarters, 20:00."
        "You got it," Garibaldi answered, then they rushed off to their 
respective emergencies.
                                   END

Babylon 5 is (c) 1997 PTEN & Babylonian Productions. This story is not intended 
to infringe on these copyrights. "Looking At You, I Can Read Your Mind" is (c) 
1997 Galenn