Third One

by Roe Horvat

  He heard the sound of the cap.

  Without warning, two slick fingers pushed inside him, cool and rough, until Liam’s knuckles were flush against his taint.

  Marcus yelped, but his body welcomed the invasion, tingles of pleasure soothing the slight pain before it could spread. Impaled on Liam’s hand, he felt helpless and strangely innocent. He didn’t have to decide anything or worry about anything; he was in Liam’s care now.

  “You are not using me, and you are not selfish. Right now, you are the most generous, giving me your body like this, letting me do whatever I want with it.” Liam’s words forced into his mind just like Liam’s fingers forced into his body, and after the twinge of hurt came the relief. “It’s the single most remarkable thing in my life—that you gave yourself to me. The sounds you make when I own you. This perfect, gorgeous ass…”

  His buzz was gone, burned by want and arousal, and Marcus felt almost sober when he begged.

  “Fuck me, please. Fuck me hard.”

  “This is what you want?”

  In one long stroke, Liam entered him, pushing through the meager resistance of Marcus’s body and pinning him to the table. Marcus fell on his forearms, exclaiming at the fullness, from the ecstasy of it. Papers crumpled under his hands, and pens rolled on the tabletop. A laptop charger fell to the floor with a thud, the cables slipping behind it. Marcus pushed the papers out of the way so he could find purchase on the sleek desk and brace himself. Liam’s cock was inside him all the way, Liam’s hips flush against his ass cheeks, and he felt his inner muscles flutter already.

  “I love it when I can feel how much you need me,” Liam said, voice low and almost evil.

  Marcus should have known how it would go. He’d begged so desperately now Liam would be in that mood. He dreaded it and couldn’t wait.

  Liam pulled out entirely, and Marcus whined at the loss. A single finger circled his opening.

  “How do you feel now, Marcus?”

  Damn the man. “Empty. Please!”

  “What do you need?”

  “Your cock. Please, give me your cock.”

  Liam growled when he pushed inside him again, and Marcus saw stars.

  “Better?” He rocked his hips, and Marcus cried out. He was so full, so gloriously stretched. And then the fat fucking cock was gone again, and Marcus sobbed.

  “Liam, you bastard!”

  “What, baby?” Liam asked innocently, a smile in his voice.

  “Liam!” Marcus didn’t care he was loud; the music downstairs was louder.

  “Brace yourself against the wall and show me your hole.”

  Marcus scrambled up from the table and stumbled to the left, his feet tangling in his own clothes. His boxers were somehow still around his left ankle. He kicked them off, cursing. Obediently, he spread his legs and pushed his ass out. He was so horny he would do anything. However frustrating Liam could get, in the end, he’d always bring Marcus unparalleled pleasure.

  Two fingertips caressed his exposed, wet opening.

  “Liam, please,” he whispered. He was growing desperate. His cock was so hard it oozed precome, his asshole ached with emptiness, his nipples were tight peaks, and his mouth had gone dry. Any remaining effect of the alcohol was long gone. “I fucking sobered up. Now can you please finally stuff that fucking cock inside me, make me come, and cream my ass?”

  “I can,” Liam said simply and filled Marcus up with a slow, firm stroke. Marcus’s eyes fluttered closed. Yes.

  Not pausing, Liam retreated and pushed back again, slowly building up a rhythm, his thrusts growing in force until Marcus’s ass cheeks jiggled. Marcus loved it. His muscles relaxed until he barely held himself upright, and every push and pull of that fantastic cock inside him sent new waves of bliss through his system. This was what he needed. No thoughts, no worries, just pure sensation.

  Then the door banged.

  Seven

  Luke

  “Have you seen Marcus?” Luke asked.

  Adam looked around in confusion. “Sure. But not for the past half an hour or so. He might be outside?”

  “He went upstairs a few minutes ago,” Christoffer said.

  “Okay, thanks.”

  “What is it?” Adam asked, worried.

  “Nothing. I’m tired. I’m going to say thanks and good-bye.”

  “Already?”

  “It’s past midnight, sweetheart. Let him be,” Christoffer said, and Luke smiled at him gratefully.

  Luke hugged Adam, kissing his cheek. “I’ll call you, baby bird.”

  “You better!” Adam grumbled.

  Luke squeezed his shoulder and turned away. Only one last thing to do. After this, he wouldn’t have to see Marcus ever again unless he chose to. Luke needed the break. He would see the whole mess from a completely different perspective after a month or two. He’d be healthier for sure. This part of his life was over; he needed to say good-bye and start fresh. After I sleep for a day or five, that is.

  He climbed the stairs. There was a sunroom up on the first floor. Sometimes at these parties, people would go there to rest and talk, take a break from the loud noise downstairs. Liam had always had a bar set up there and a group of lounge furniture.

  But all doors were closed this time.

  It was somewhere on the left, Luke remembered. The first or second door. He heard voices from behind the first door and paused. He knocked. Another sound but muffled by the door.

  “Marcus?”

  Oh, what the hell. He needed to get this over with. He grabbed the handle.

  Luke burst through the door and froze.

  For the ever-loving… Fuck!

  Close your eyes. Go away. Run. Don’t look. Run!

  He couldn’t move. His eyes wouldn’t close. Run! His feet were glued to the floor. He stood and stared like a mouse at a snake.

  They didn’t notice him at first. Why would they? They were consumed by each other, kissing over Marcus’s shoulder, Liam’s hand on Marcus’s throat.

  Marcus was naked, braced against the wall on his forearms, hands fisted. His back was curved beautifully, torso rippling with strain. Luke was, for the thousandth time, struck by the perfection of Marcus’s form, the grace, control, power… Luke had watched him, mesmerized, for years, fascinated with the defined muscles on his arms, his hands. He’d fantasized about exploring the base of Marcus’s throat, where the tendons met the collarbones. He’d worship the hollow between them, just that tiny spot… And now he saw Marcus just two meters away, naked but for one sock halfway off his left foot. Silly and oddly hot. The hollow between his collarbones was hidden underneath Liam’s palm. Looming over Marcus’s exposed, smaller body, Liam still had his open pants on, but he was shirtless, his tanned skin glowing. He held his man with one firm hand on Marcus’s hip, the other around his throat, and he pushed forward slowly, a powerful but controlled movement, until his hips were flush against Marcus’s ass cheeks. He stayed there, buried inside Marcus, and rocked them both, joined.

  Marcus’s loud exhale echoed in the room, which seemed to darken with their passion. Luke should have hated seeing them. He should have been hurting, even nauseous. Maybe he would be in a second. But of all the things he’d ever seen in his short life, they were the most beautiful.

  Luke stared at Marcus’s profile, hypnotized by the face of the man he loved, features warped by mindless pleasure. And he stared at Liam, long body all ropes and bones, sharp angles, hardened and defined by age, his every movement self-assured. A body of an immortal.

  Liam retreated and slammed back inside, fucking harder, the muscles on his shoulders bulged, and Marcus moaned.

  The door shut behind Luke with an earsplitting bang. Later, he would understand the simple, stupid detail that turned his world upside down and inside out. Draft. The door banged shut because of a draft. In that moment, he felt like someone shot him in the chest.

  He stumbled backward, his head hitting the oak with a thud, and his shaking hand reaching behind for
the handle. He fumbled, encountering only empty air.

  That was when his and Marcus’s gazes met.

  Luke felt his whole body catch fire. He was painfully hard, his nipples tingled, and his mouth flooded with saliva. He felt his blood pulse in his brain. Any second, he’d explode. Somehow, his gaze drifted to Liam’s black eyes, and he lost self-awareness. Because Liam’s eyes were hungry. It was like looking at his own desire impersonated. Liam’s magnetic gaze pulled him into the snake’s mouth.

  The tall man didn’t even pause. He kept pumping his hips, and he caught his lover’s chin in a firm grip so Marcus couldn’t turn away from Luke. Liam reached for Marcus’s cock with the other hand and sped up, drilling into him, their moans louder.

  And Luke watched them come. Marcus first, his eyes glued to Luke’s face until he couldn’t keep them open anymore. Then Liam, his thrusts punishing, making Marcus whine, came on a roar that had the potential to be heard downstairs despite the loud music. A sound tore from Luke’s throat as his own cock pulsed and leaked in his jeans.

  It took three more seconds.

  Marcus’s head rested against his arms as he leaned on the wall. He opened his eyes again.

  “Luke…”

  As if slapped, Luke reached back again. This time he aimed to the right side, found the handle, and pressed, and the door opened behind him. He stumbled out backward, flailed before he regained his balance, and rushed through the ridiculously long corridor. They saw him. Which door was the bathroom? He looked to the left and the right, doors, doors everywhere. The corridor stretched longer as he struggled to breathe. Fucking hell, they saw him.

  When he finally found it, he crashed inside. The room was vast, bigger than Luke’s bedroom. He found a light switch. He should be panicking, and he sure was. But oh, god, his groin ached. He reached down and squeezed his cock through his jeans with a desperate sob. It took him a second before he realized he needed to lock the door. He turned and struggled with the latch. No, the other way. Except the door handle was ripped from his hand, and Marcus stepped inside.

  He didn’t say anything. He barely looked at Luke, but he went straight ahead until Luke felt the edge of the vanity dig into his ass muscles.

  Marcus gripped Luke’s neck and, using the moment of surprise, dragged his head down into the kiss that would end Luke’s life as he’d known it.

  He whimpered as their tongues touched. It hurt. So much pain. It exploded in his chest, ripping his heart into pieces, and he cried out into Marcus’s mouth. He was lost. There was nothing he could do. It hurts. It hurts so much. He licked into Marcus’s mouth, searching for relief, and Marcus gave it to him, kissing him deeper. Oh, if he could only dissolve in that kiss, forget everything, leave his own self behind, live in that one single kiss for an infinite moment, and become nothing.

  Somewhere in a different dimension, he heard a bathroom door shut and lock, and he knew Liam was in there with them. But he needed to kiss Marcus some more before he’d be thrown out, never to see him again. Just a little more. He smoothed his hands down Marcus’s naked body, greedy, even if it would destroy him any second now. He clawed at Marcus’s skin, trying to consume, take something, anything he could keep, an impression that would miraculously outlast this stolen second.

  And then he felt a hand on his nape—familiar now, heavy and firm, impossible to shake off. Cool, long fingers, gentle and seductive, weaving into the short hair at the back of his head. A brush of beard down the side of his face. A touch of dry, velvet lips on his jaw. As if a spell was cast on him, the pain dissolved, and the kiss gentled. Marcus hummed into his mouth before he leaned back, breaking the kiss, and Luke looked at him.

  Marcus’s green eyes overflowed with love, and Luke felt as if the whole world was caught in those eyes. They glistened, wet, sad, and joyous at the same time, and there was a question in them. It didn’t matter. Luke knew whatever Marcus asked for while Luke could still taste him, the answer would invariably be yes. That was why Luke didn’t move away when Liam’s lips brushed down his cheek, kissing the corner of his mouth.

  He must have lost his mind too—the moment he left his self-control, curled up and cramping on the floor by the door to Liam’s study.

  When Liam caught Luke’s upper lip between his, Luke didn’t move away. He opened his mouth and let the man in, losing contact with Marcus’s gaze but not his body. Marcus stayed glued to his side, gloriously naked, kissing down his throat while he unbuttoned Luke’s shirt so Liam could sneak a hand underneath. Liam placed his palm over Luke’s heart, stroking and soothing, and Luke’s heart throbbed under the touch. He might die any moment. No, not die. He was alive, as if he had never really lived before.

  Arm roped tight around Marcus, he pressed him closer, and his hopelessly hard cock now rubbed against Marcus’s hip and side, while his tongue tangled with Liam’s. He surrendered, but instead of humiliation or anger, he felt relief. Slow and exploring, kissing Liam was a revelation. Liam tasted of freedom. Years of guilt and loneliness melted away in that kiss. As the weight lifted from his shoulders, and all walls crumbled, Luke became disoriented. Where would he go when he could go anywhere?

  Closer. He wanted to be closer to Marcus. To Liam.

  Luke gripped Liam’s neck, squeezing, and with his other hand, he reached down to caress Marcus’s ass. He ran his fingers up and down the man’s crease, finding come. Slick and sticky, Liam’s come. His brain short-circuited. He kneaded Marcus’s ass aggressively, moaning into Liam’s mouth, and he stroked over Marcus’s wet opening, smearing the come everywhere. He’d watched them; he’d seen them. He’d seen Marcus come from that cock in his ass. If he fucked him now, Marcus’s ass would still be slick and hot, stretched for him. He would pump that come back into him and add his own…

  He fisted Liam’s hair, desperate in his arousal. But Liam tore away, making Luke chase blindly after his mouth. Where…? A hand closed around his hard cock, and he groaned with the sensation. Marcus had opened his jeans and tugged his boxers down, and now his fist squeezed tight around Luke’s erection, making him moan.

  Liam knelt in front of him.

  Fuck.

  Luke shouted when Marcus held his cock. Liam took the tip into his mouth and sucked. God, this is so sick. So, so sick. I don’t want it to ever stop.

  Staring at the intimidating man on his knees in front of him, Luke felt the last of his fear disappear. Liam’s mouth tightened around his cockhead, and Luke groaned. Jesus, Liam’s tongue. Damn, the man was good at this. Luke’s nerve endings sang like a choir of angels as he looked into Liam’s dark irises, seeing a mirror image of what he felt himself—raw, all-consuming, dirty lust. He turned his head and bit Marcus’s lip while forcing a finger into his asshole. Marcus yelped. His hole was slick with come and lube, just like Luke had imagined it would be, the heat overwhelming. The muscle closed around his finger, and he pushed deeper. Marcus was hard again, humping Luke’s thigh, groaning, and at the same time, Liam took Luke’s cock down his throat.

  Luke came like that. Into Liam’s mouth, fingers tangling in the man’s dark-and-silver hair. Marcus kissed his jaw and fucked himself on Luke’s finger when Luke yelled his pleasure in the locked bathroom, seduced and overwhelmed. Liam kissed and licked his cock, black eyes looking up, and Luke knew this was different. He’d had threesomes before, but not like this. Neither of the men chased their own pleasure. As if they were simply grateful Luke let them touch him. Liam’s eyelids fluttered when he sucked the last drops of come from Luke’s spent cock and nuzzled his groin. Luke felt Marcus’s hot breath under his ear, a soft moan, and Marcus’s hand caught his jaw, turning his head for another kiss.

  They didn’t give him a chance to recover. They both kissed him, and he just tried to keep up, sucking on Liam’s tongue, then Marcus’s, their tastes mingling with the taste of his own come, and instead of pushing them away and running like he should have done to begin with, he clung to them like a starving man. Of course, he did—he was worshipped. Han
ds and lips all over his body, openmouthed kisses on his chest, his shoulders, his belly, down his spine. They undressed him, and suddenly he stood in the shower with Marcus in his arms, still kissing him as if their lives depended on their connection, while Liam held him from behind, his long body flush along Luke’s, his hard cock lodged in Luke’s crease. For an insane moment, Luke thought Liam would enter him like that. For another insane moment, he wanted him to.

  But they just clung to each other, Liam washing them both, and Luke couldn’t help but turn his head and run a hand down the man’s face, staring in awe at whom he was touching and who was touching him with gentleness and passion.

  None of them had spoken a single word since he had heard Marcus utter his name in the study. Marcus never let go of Luke, never breaking their touch, even keeping a hand on his shoulder when they dried. Yet Luke’s chest still squeezed with anxiety when he saw Liam dress. This couldn’t be the end, could it?

  Liam leaned in for a short kiss, his beard tickling Luke’s chin and upper lip.

  “I’m going to get rid of the people downstairs,” he whispered. His eyes said many different things, staring into Luke’s imploringly. Please. Liam was begging. For what? He kissed Luke once more and caressed his jaw.

  “Marcus, don’t let him out of your sight,” he said.

  He unlocked the door and left. Luke stared at the closed door for a second, stupefied.

  Liam?

  Marcus’s hand ran down his arm.

  “Luke,” he whispered.

  Luke turned around.

  “It’s all good.” Marcus looked worried. Why did he look worried?

  Oh.

  Luke realized his heart was thrashing in his chest again. His hands were shaking. His whole body was vibrating from anxiety.

  “Luke, come here.”

  He fell forward, hiding his face in the crook of Marcus’s neck and shoulder. Heaven and hell, he loved the skin there. The scent, the texture. He nipped at it. Still shaking, he burrowed closer until he could feel Marcus’s pulse on his lips.