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Trustworthy: Arthur Morgan X Albert Mason

Fictober Prompt: Day 13, Cuckolding Pairing Type: M/M Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Smut, established relationship (Arthur/Albert), fluff, kink negotiation, domestic themes, soft sex, gentle sex, masturbation, exhibitionism, cuckolding, kisses, oral sex, blow jobs, anal fingering, anal sex, cuddling, fantasies come to life, top Charles and bottom Albert with viewing Arthur. Summary: Arthur finds himself thinking of a new dirty fantasy and he is lucky enough to have a sweetheart and friend that are willing to help him fulfill it.

When Arthur first met Albert he simply thought the man was a cute fool. And, yes, Arthur Morgan was smitten after the first few minutes of talking. Albert is such a sweet man, still a fool, but a kind one. When he kissed Albert for the first time, so scared that he almost died to a cliff, Arthur never wanted to let him go again. Which is why Albert promised Arthur he wouldn’t go out doing dangerous things without him and that his new sweetheart was always welcome at his little cabin.

And in all the time they’ve spent with each other since then, Arthur has never thought about this before.

He’s taken Albert into town, happy to spend time with him while Dutch doesn’t have need for his work horse. Albert is at home at this store, dedicated to photography, he even knows the clerk. And Arthur always thought he would hate anyone that looked at Albert the way this man does, but Arthur finds his mind wandering. Without really thinking, he pictures Albert laying beneath another man and making those noises he only ever does for Arthur. That should make him angry, it really should, that’s the normal response in Arthur’s head. But the thought of watching his dear Albert get taken by another man makes Arthur half-hard in his pants.

And that night when they lay together, Albert being as sweet as ever and making Arthur want to forget about that stupid fantasy, Arthur still can’t let it go. Worse yet, he lies awake with Albert curled up at his side, just thinking about if it would even be possible.

Could I even ask ‘em? Sweet Albert wouldn’t judge him too harshly, Arthur knows that the man likely couldn’t hurt a bee’s feelings if he swatted at it.

Would it make ‘em sweet on someone else? Arthur glances down at the sleeping man, so peaceful with his head on Arthur’s chest. He doesn’t think so, not Albert, he wouldn’t.

Who I even trust ta do it? Names run through his head and he scolds himself for even thinking about it. But then one name stands out, a man he trusts with his life and his family and… Charles. Charles would treat Albert right, Arthur knows that in his heart.

Then he makes his mind quiet, focusing on Albert beside him, shifting to lay on his side and pull his sweetheart close to his chest. He can’t actually want someone to touch Albert like that. It’s wrong, Arthur is his lover and Arthur is the only one that should be like that with him. And he certainly shouldn’t be getting hard over the thought of watching some other man fucking him.

But in the morning he still thinks about it. He watches Albert make breakfast, he offered help but Albert always insists that Arthur works far too much and that he’s happy to feed the man he cares for. So Arthur sits, watching the darling light of his life hum to himself and occasionally tell a story as he gets a nice warm breakfast together.

His mind is elsewhere. Instead of the sweet sight before him, Arthur flashes imagined scenes through his head that he nearly has to shake his head to banish. Charles kissing Albert, Albert on his knees for Arthur’s dearest friend, his mind even conjures what Albert’s voice may sound like as he moans Charles’s name.

“Arthur, sweetheart, are you alright?” Albert asks, concerned as he stands in front of Arthur with two plates of breakfast.

Arthur shakes his head, rubbing his eyes. “Sorry, darlin’. I was miles away.”

“So I could see.” Albert smiles, setting Arthur’s plate in front of him before settling at the table himself. “What is it that has you so far away?”

Arthur smiles at him, taking Albert’s hand in his and running his thumb over his knuckles. “It ain’t nothin’ ta worry yerself over, just some nonsense.”

“I always find myself worrying over you, Arthur.” Albert smiles. “Please, tell me.”

Arthur sighs, a heat rising in his face. “It ain’t the kinda thing ta be discussed over breakfast, darlin’.”

“Oh, please, Arthur, I’m not some-“

“Albert.” Arthur sighs, squeezing his sweetheart’s hand. “I’ll tell ya later, alright?”

Albert hums. “Fine, fine. I will be holding you to that, Mister Morgan.”

Arthur smiles as Albert takes his hand back to begin eating. For a moment he looks around, his eyes then landing on the table. Albert always gives him double servings, something about him never remembering to eat while he’s out being an outlaw. And Arthur isn’t one to complain.

When they settle by the lake that afternoon, Albert with his camera and Arthur with a nice, thick paper for drawing, they work in comfortable silence. Ever the smitten lover, Arthur finds himself drawing Albert rather than the nice scenery and his mind swims again with thought of watching Albert with another man.

“Weren’t you supposed to be sharing a few thoughts with me?” Albert calls, his focus still primarily on his camera.

“It ain’t nothin’, darlin’.” Arthur says quickly, the image of Charles kissing Albert flying from his mind.

“Come now, Arthur.” Albert sighs, leaving his camera to sit by Arthur. “We shouldn’t keep things from each other.”

“Suppose not.” Arthur mutters, setting his drawing aside. “It’s just… It’s an odd thought, is all.”

“I have quite odd thoughts all the time, dear.” Albert smiles. “Go on.”

Arthur sighs, taking Albert’s hand. “Ya know I love ya, darlin’?”

“What’s this about, Arthur? You’re worrying me.”

Arthur smiles. “Sorry, I don’t mean to.” He rubs his eyes, shaking his head with a small laugh. “I just, I can’t understand myself.”

“Then I’ll help you.”

Arthur’s smile widens. Albert is always perfectly sweet, too sweet for a man like Arthur. “I been thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’ I wanna do in bed…” He says meekly. “Ya don’t gotta say yes er nothin’, I just been… picturin’ it and I can’t stop.”

Albert blushes heavily, smiling to himself. “What sort of thing is it?”

“Well…” Arthur picks his words carefully in his head. “I… I sorta wanna see ya, ya know… uh, with another man…”

Albert’s cheeks flush darker, his hand grasping Arthur’s. “What… What do you mean, dear?”

Arthur sighs. “I just… I wanna watch ya with someone else… I don’t rightly know why, I just can’t stop thinkin’…”

“Oh, Arthur.” Albert leans forward to hug him, sensing Arthur uneasiness better than anyone in the world. “I… I suppose if you’d like to… maybe…”

“Ya don’t gotta, darlin’. It’s a dumb thought anyway.”

“No, no.” Albert says, moving to cup Arthur’s cheeks. “I am willing to try anything that might make you happy, my dear.”

And Arthur is sent on the path of actually making his fantasies happen. He ensures Albert is really comfortable with it, giving him around a hundred kisses in the process. Then he returns to camp. He idles over it for a while, trying to find a time to ask something so odd of his dear friend.

How the hell am I supposed to phrase it anyhow?

“Hey, Charles. Mind fuckin’ my sweetheart so I can watch like a creep?”

“Charles, you ever think ‘bout fuckin’ a man’s sweetheart while he watches ya?”

“I know we only known each other a few months, but I don’t rightly trust any other fool to…”

He runs his hand down his face, somewhat hating himself for wanting this despite all of Albert’s reassurances.

“Arthur.” Charles says, quiet but kind as he sits next to him by the scout fire. “You alright?”

Arthur’s cheeks heat up and he rubs his beard to attempt to hide it. “Just fine, Charles.”

Charles hums, turning his attention to the materials in his hands. Arthur begins to tap his foot nervously. He needs to get this out before he explodes.

“Can I ask ya somethin’, Charles?”

Charles puts his newly made arrow down. “Of course, Arthur.”

The nerves make Arthur’s chest tighten and it takes a few seconds for him to get the words out. “Ya like fellers, don’t ya?”

Charles looks away. “Sure.” He mumbles. “Why?”

“I…” Arthur huffs. “It’s strange, Charles.”

“That’s… fine, Arthur…”

Arthur feels unbelievably awkward. “I told ya ‘bout Albert, didn’t I?”

Charles nods.

“Well… we… more I been havin’ this thought…” Arthur takes a deep breath. “I wanna see him with another man an’ I don’t rightly trust anyone else ta do it.”

Arthur doesn’t look at his friend. Despite knowing that Charles is a kind man, and a quiet one, he’s nervous when silence surrounds them.

“What do you want me to do?”

Arthur’s heart nearly beats out of his chest. “Um… well… the standard, ya know, uh…”

“You want me to have sex with him?” Charles asks as if it’s nothing. “And you want to watch us?”

Arthur hides his face in his hands, nodding. “I-I ain’t gonna make ya, I shouldn’t a’ asked-“

“I’ll do it if you’re fine with it, Arthur.” Charles says. “I’ve been wanting to meet your sweetheart anyway.”

So Arthur is a blushing mess over the whole conversation that ensues. His heart pounds when they set out to Albert’s a few weeks later. And he can’t stop his fists from gripping tight at his pants as they all sit in Albert's living room to talk things through.

Albert is being sweet, as always. He made tea and some snacks with a smile on his face despite two outlaws sitting at his table. He gave Arthur a kiss when he sat down, seemingly not nervous at all. And he talks to Charles so easily, but his hand never leaves Arthur’s. He smiles back at him and only looks at him with loving eyes. Maybe this can work.

“I’m not overly picky, Arthur can tell you as much.” Albert chuckles, squeezing Arthur’s hand. “Perhaps I’m a bit sensitive…”

Arthur stares at Albert as he blushes. He has never been rough with Albert before, he wouldn’t dare with how kind the man is. But he nods, confirming the thought for Charles.

“I suppose I’ll be gentle then.” Charles smiles.

Albert nods. “Thank you.” He turns to Arthur, smiling at him with those sparkling eyes. “Is there, um… was there anything you wanted us to do, Arthur?”

Arthur swallows his nerves as his cheeks burn. He shuffles through all those images he thought up the past few weeks and tries to think if any of them are worth embarrassing himself over. “Just…” He looks at Albert. “Uh, look at me while it’s happenin’.”

Albert smiles, his face about as red as Arthur guesses his own must be. “O-Of course, dear.”

A few minutes later, Albert is leading them to his bedroom. He shows Arthur a chair, fussing over how he’s made it comfortable and gotten him some pomade for himself, blushing all the while. And with a few awkward words as they undress, Charles pulls Albert closer and kisses him. As Arthur sits and watches he knows he’s at least picked the right man for this. Charles handles Albert with so much care, knowing how much the man means to his friend. He has his hand cupping Albert’s face, the other on his waist, giving slow and soft kisses.

Before Arthur can think clearly at all, they’re on the bed. Charles lays over Albert, his hair swept to one side so Arthur still has a view of their kisses. He’s slotted between Albert’s legs, moving against him in slow grinding motion. Arthur’s heart nearly bursts when Albert tilts his head for Charles to kiss his neck, his eyes meeting Arthur’s. Albert’s lips are parted, his back arching to press himself against Charles, and it makes Arthur’s breath catch in his throat.

As Charles trails kisses down Albert’s body, Arthur finds himself fumbling at his pants. He has himself in hand by the time Charles is between Albert’s thighs. His mouth is wrapped snuggly around Albert’s dick and Charles moves slowly as Albert gasps and screws his eyes shut. Arthur squeezes himself, stifling a moan at the sight. Albert looks perfect under Charles and Arthur can’t help but to stroke himself.

When Charles slicks up his fingers and starts to prepare Albert, Arthur’s name slips from his sweetheart’s lips and he lulls his head to look at him. His hips move with Charles’s fingers, moaning for him, but keeping his focus on Arthur. It makes Arthur still his hand, too focused on the sight of his dear Albert like that.

Then when Charles actually starts fucking Albert, Arthur almost looses himself. Charles grips Albert’s hips, pushing himself inside and pulling out at a slow pace. He buries his face in Albert’s neck as he moves, his arms coming around to hold Albert close to him. Arthur’s hand picks up when Charles’s hips do, Albert even wrapping his legs around Charles’s waist like they have Arthur’s in the past. He watches, eyes struggling to decide what to watch, but when he feels himself getting close he settles on Albert’s face. His sweetheart watches him, his eyes nearly glassy from pleasure and little sweet noises escaping his mouth.

Albert releases first, gasping Arthur’s name and taking deep breaths before muttering Charles’s. Arthur follows soon after, his eyes screwing shut as he groans. A few moments later, Charles finishes inside of Albert after asking if it was alright and earning a nod from the other two men. Timidly, Charles leans down and gives Albert one last kiss as he removes himself. Albert tucks a bit of hair behind Charles’s ear as he returns the kiss and Arthur smiles fondly at the sight.

“The spare room is made up for you.” Albert says as Charles climbs off of him. “And you’re welcome to anything in the kitchen, dear, don’t be shy.”

Charles nods. “Thank you, Mister Mason.”

Before Charles leaves, Arthur stops him with a hand on his shoulder. They share a knowing look, a trusting one that reassures them both this wasn’t as weird as anyone thought. Then Arthur sheds a few layers of clothes and settles next to Albert in their bed with a few kisses and sweet words before slipping into a cuddly sleep.

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