by Roe Horvat
The relief when he came back and found Luke in their kitchen, fifteen minutes early—he could have melted on the floor. Almost as profound as the relief he’d felt when Luke had accepted him into his body last night. Luke had strained toward him, pleading for more.
Liam was in love with two men again, after seven years. This time, though, he was less of a fool. Jules was all energy and beauty, but Luke had depth. He carried the most beautiful things on the inside, and Liam couldn’t wait to discover them all and claim them as his. He stretched on the thin mattress of the rattan bed, watching the sky brighten, and smiled. He was smug, so what?
The patio door whispered behind him, and he turned his head. Luke stood on the doorstep with his white linen shirt unbuttoned and gray boxer briefs, blond hair ruffled with sleep.
“I was looking for you,” he said quietly.
“Come here,” Liam murmured and reached out. Luke came closer and took his hand, letting himself be tugged down onto the bed and into Liam’s arms. Liam breathed in his scent. “I was hoping not to wake you.”
“Why aren’t you asleep?” Luke asked.
“Workaholic, insomniac. I thought you knew all about my weaknesses. But why aren’t you asleep? You were exhausted.”
“Happens. It has been… a turbulent time for me.”
“It has. Would you believe me if I said for me too?”
“Yes. You’ve never said anything I haven’t believed,” Luke replied, a smile in his voice.
Liam tightened his arms around him, Luke’s hair tickling his nostrils.
“So. Can I hope I might have an occasional companion on my nightly wanderings?” he asked, treading carefully but dying inside with want and curiosity.
“Maybe.”
Okay. A maybe had to be enough for now. Luke’s hand weaved into his beard, and he closed his eyes.
“Tell me more about your weaknesses,” Luke murmured.
“There are many. I’m irrational.”
“You? Unlikely.”
“I am. I know this world is rapidly going to hell, but I’m still intent on being happy.”
“If anything, that’s a strength. I want to know about the real weaknesses, the ones you try to hide.”
“I tried to hide my fear when you left,” Liam said honestly.
“You’re afraid sometimes, then? Just like us mortals?”
Liam chuckled. He felt very mortal. “I’m afraid all the time, love.”
“What are you afraid of?”
“People. People are capable of horrible things.”
Luke fell silent, lying still, only his fingers dancing through Liam’s beard.
“I didn’t mean to spread my gloom, Luke,” Liam said after a while.
“You didn’t. I was just thinking.”
“What about?”
“About staying here with Marcus and you.”
Liam kissed his forehead and waited, struggling for patience. He couldn’t do it. He had to speak.
“You already know what I dream of. The closer you are and the more I know you, the more I want you.”
“You told me life is meaningless. Which means that all the fears we have, the risks we think we take—they are all minuscule.”
“But love can be grand.”
Luke’s eyes glistened in the darkness. He kissed Liam, a gentle peck on his closed lips, and he snuggled closer, adjusting the blanket over their bodies.
“It feels pretty grand already,” Luke whispered.
The subtle admission was everything, and Liam’s heart expanded in his chest. “It does,” he agreed softly.
Liam must have fallen asleep just before sunrise. When he woke, the sun cast long shadows through the garden, and birds screeched. Luke lay glued to his left side, hand over Liam’s heart, and on the other side lay Marcus, curled up, hugging Liam’s arm. He must have found them early in the morning. He had one of the fleece blankets from the living room tangled around his feet. Liam sighed.
He wouldn’t get up yet. He was his own boss, and work could wait. He couldn’t find any reason to move. Maybe he’d even take half a day off. His vacation wasn’t before next week, but fuck it. Life was short and mean. He’d rebook the meeting with Christoffer and take his men out for a long breakfast. C would understand.
When Marcus stirred and rolled away, Liam fished his phone out from underneath the pillows.
Liam: I’m sorry, but I have to postpone our meeting today. I need to take some personal time off this morning.
Christoffer: No problem. Hope it’s nothing serious. Let me know when it suits you. I can tomorrow morning. Then I’m going to Stockholm at three.
Liam: Nothing serious. Good things happening, just intense. Tomorrow 9:30? Thanks for understanding. I know it’s short notice.
Christoffer: 9:30 it is. Of course, I understand. When was the last time you took personal time off short notice?
Liam: When Marcus was in the hospital.
Christoffer: Before that?
Liam: I don’t remember.
Christoffer: I do. Never. Take a day off, enjoy your good, intense things, and I’ll see you tomorrow.
Liam: Thanks. See you.
Maybe Liam could learn from Christoffer. Christoffer had been much better at balancing work and private life. He and Adam spent their last vacation kayaking somewhere north on the Norwegian border, off the grid. Christoffer was unreachable for a week, and the world didn’t fall apart. Work was there when he came back. Maybe Liam could take inspiration. Maybe this summer, they could take Priscilla and disappear in the fjords. Liam wondered if he could turn his phone off for a couple of days and leave Elisabeth in charge. It wasn’t impossible.
Now both Marcus and Luke were free, at least until the practice started before the autumn season and the university opened for next semester. Liam should carve out more time to be with them while he could.
Marcus rolled again, snuggling closer. Liam shot a quick text to Elisabeth, put his phone back under the pillow, sound off, and closed his eyes.
“Liam, I think we’ve overslept.”
It was Marcus’s voice. Pleasant warmth around his feet, Luke’s head on his shoulder, Marcus’s hand on his cheek…there was no reason to wake up. None.
“Liam, it’s half past nine.”
Liam squinted at the scene in front of him. They lay in the shadow, but their feet basked in the morning sun. The birches shivered in the breeze, and the sky was bright blue with only a few fluffy clouds rolling around.
“I took a day off.”
“What?”
“I wrote to Christoffer early in the morning and postponed the meeting until tomorrow. And I messaged Elisabeth.”
“You took a day off.”
Liam tilted his head to look Marcus in the eyes. Marcus lay on his side, supporting his head in his palm, one leg thrown over Liam’s. He stared, green eyes wide.
“Not a good idea?” Liam asked, still sleepy.
“A marvelous idea,” Marcus said and grinned.
Luke shifted next to Liam, snuggling deeper into his embrace.
“A brilliant idea,” Luke murmured.
“I’ll make coffee,” Marcus said. He kissed Liam’s cheek, hopped up, walked around the bed, and pecked Luke on the corner of his mouth. Luke turned just in time to catch Marcus’s lips for a brief kiss.
“Right back,” Marcus mumbled and walked off into the house.
“Mhmm, coffee,” Luke said. He sat up slowly and stretched his back, arms high above his head. “What is the plan on this wild and free day of yours?”
Liam ran a hand up Luke’s back, reaching under the crumpled, unbuttoned shirt, and caressed his lower back. He didn’t have to think about his answer.
“Coffee. Brunch. Sex. More sex. Afterglow. And late-night sex.”
Luke chuckled. “Liam Andrén took a day off just so he could fuck his boyfriends as many times as he wanted. So irresponsible,” he said.
Just a joke, but Liam didn’t miss a thing. He rose a
nd swung his legs around so he sat behind Luke, Luke’s ass between his thighs, and he hugged the man, arms locked around his body.
“So, you really are mine?” he whispered into Luke’s ear. “Our boyfriend.” Luke shivered in his embrace. Liam kissed his neck, the place where the hair grew soft and downy, and Luke bent his head, giving him more access. Liam nipped and bit and licked…
“You got it all wrong,” Luke said, hissing when Liam bit harder. “You and Marcus are now mine. Both of you.”
“And I thought I was greedy.”
“I want food and a shower, and then I want you both all over me and inside me again and again.”
Liam gentled, kissing Luke’s neck softly, just brushes of parted lips along the tendons, then whispered, “I took a day off so I could make love to my men.”
Luke sighed from deep within.
“Come on. There’s coffee.”
It was the sight straight out of his filthiest fantasies, and Liam’s whole body burned with want. Eyes flicking between the men in front of him, Liam tried to take it all in. Marcus’s hips were high in the air, legs spread. He lay on his chest, face hidden in his folded arms, his wet opening dilated, and Liam could easily slide two fingers in and out. He petted Marcus’s asshole and looked to the left, to Luke, who was on his elbows and knees next to Marcus, panting and squirming, so ready. Luke’s hole glistened with lube, and it tightened and relaxed in front of Liam’s eyes.
“Don’t move, Marcus. Just wait,” Liam said.
He moved to the left, positioning himself behind Luke, and slid inside in one slow stroke.
“Liam, yes!” Luke exclaimed.
Velvet and heat surrounded his length, and Liam closed his eyes for a few moments, thrusting one, two, three times. One more. He retreated, and Luke whimpered with the loss.
The power… Liam knew himself well enough not to be afraid of his own reaction when he shifted to the right and pushed inside Marcus. Still, while he felt like the supreme ruler of the world, like the all-mighty king of filth and all the dirty sex-crazed beasts, a part of him whispered ugly in his ear. I’m a possessive, controlling bastard.
But they wanted him. It was their idea to offer themselves so he could fuck them both how he pleased. The thin, judging voice in his head quieted entirely as Luke’s and Marcus’s sounds grew louder. He refused to feel guilty for giving them pleasure.
He smacked Luke’s ass he thrust into Marcus, and Luke yelped, and then he moaned, squirming. But he waited patiently. He only reached out to Marcus and grabbed his hand. Marcus turned his head toward Luke, and they stared at each other while Liam fucked Marcus harder, just for a minute.
Fascinated by the mere fact that he could, Liam left Marcus’s body and went back to Luke. This time around, he was rough, almost brutal. Luke’s ass cheeks jiggled from the blows. He held Marcus’s hand in a white-knuckled grip, but Liam had to do it. The need made him see red. To stake his claim, to make Luke understand his place in their lives. He was irrational. And possessive. He couldn’t make Luke love him just by fucking him through the mattress. If anything, it was him who was falling harder with every touch, every caress, and every punishing thrust. To his amazement, Luke only seemed to want more of him. He begged him not to stop. Feeling evil, drunk on the power he had over both his men like this, Liam did stop.
He paused when he was in deep, reached toward Marcus’s exposed body, and slid two fingers inside him. He circled his hips and pushed his fingers in and out. Two hungry holes. Desperate. Mine.
He backed off, and Luke wailed with need.
Liam grabbed his shoulders and lifted his upper body. They kissed over Luke’s shoulder, and Luke begged…
“Liam, please. Please, Liam…”
“You’ll wait. Just one more minute.”
“Fuck,” Luke swore and stroked his hard cock, squeezing the base.
Marcus never moved as he watched them, panting. Liam turned to him, knee-walked the short distance again, and forced into Marcus’s body for the third time. Marcus, used to their games, loving them, only sighed with relief. Liam fucked him just as hard as he had Luke until his balls started to tingle, and he had to move away, or he’d come way too soon.
He grabbed Luke’s arm and tugged. Luke moved closer but paused behind Marcus’s folded body. He petted the stretched hole, pushed a finger inside, just teasing. Liam didn’t have to explain. Luke knelt behind Marcus and sunk inside him, falling forward and opening his legs wide as he thrust. Marcus’s wail was muffled by the bedding.
Liam ran his fingers up and down Luke’s crease as Luke moved inside Marcus’s body, both of them moaning in sync. Unable to help himself, Liam slapped Luke’s ass cheek again. And the other. Luke groaned from deep within, so Liam did it again.
“Stop. Stay inside him.”
Luke paused, breathing loud. He opened his mouth over the skin of Marcus’s back, waiting. Liam shuffled closer. The tip of his cock kissed Luke’s hole. Luke moaned. And then he shouted.
A piercing, wall-shattering sound when Liam forced inside his hole without restraint.
Now, Liam could let go. He could forget himself. He could be ruthless and evil. He fucked Luke like it was the end of the world until his thighs burned and his own ass pulsed in sympathy. His cock slid in and of Luke’s body, the slick heat heavenly, the tightness and friction. He shut his eyes and listened to Luke’s cries, and underneath that melody, he could hear Marcus’s muffled groans as he came for them.
Luke’s voice grew hoarse, and it seemed he couldn’t control the sounds he made. His ass pulsed around Liam’s cock, and Liam roared with victory. Luke kept coming, mewling cries tearing out of his chest as Liam fucked him through it and didn’t stop when Luke slumped over Marcus’s body. Liam kept powering into him, feasting on the sight of Luke’s stretched hole around the base of his cock. Luke whimpered when Liam came inside him, sinking in as deep as he could, pumping his come into Luke, while Luke was still inside Marcus.
Best. Sex. Ever.
He retreated, and Luke fell to the side, limp. Marcus stayed folded as he was, Luke’s come trickling out of his body. Liam pushed it back with a finger. With his other hand, he reached between Luke’s ass cheeks and found his come-drenched hole. He finger-fucked them both at the same time as they lay sprawled there, sweaty and exhausted, dirty, marked, and his. Luke turned onto his back and lifted his leg so he could give Liam better access. Marcus rolled closer and kissed Luke, their tongues tangling while Liam kept them joined with his fingers, staring where his knuckles disappeared inside their bodies.
He was so damned lucky.
In the shower, Marcus and Luke made out like teenagers while Liam brushed his teeth, watching them. He rinsed his mouth and joined them. Hands on their asses, he felt foolish that his need to mark his territory still wasn’t satisfied. He’d never been this possessive, or had he? He should ask Marcus. Luke lifted his gaze to him, blinking away the water, and he smiled gently. Liam leaned in to kiss him.
They spent the afternoon in bed, and Liam couldn’t help the constant smirk tugging at his lips. He ran his gaze over Luke’s naked body, caressed his thigh, and settled deeper into Marcus’s embrace, listening to them banter and joke about everything from dancing to gardening to sex toys. He wondered how much time he’d need to recuperate before he could pounce at them again. I took a day off for this. He had never invested his valuable time quite so efficiently as he did today.
And before dinner, he stroked himself while he watched Luke make love to Marcus. It was gentle and slow, and Luke came, bucking his hips as if he wanted to climb inside Marcus and live there. Marcus kissed him and petted his hair. Then he tugged at Liam’s arm. So Liam spooned him and sank into his hole, the lube and Luke’s come easing the way, and he fucked Marcus while Luke tightened his lips around Marcus’s cock, moaning as if he hadn’t just come himself. This time, Liam didn’t have any plan, any demands on his performance, and he didn’t try to stave off his orgasm or edge Marcus. For once, the
sex just happened, flowing and natural, and Liam stayed inside Marcus afterward, rocking his hips in a lazy rhythm, while Marcus sang his pleasure, mindless, drugged, Luke’s mouth adoring his cock. Somehow, the love and the filth mingled and mixed into a miracle of ecstasy that could only be spoiled by shame or regret. Liam felt neither.
“Love you,” Marcus murmured between whimpers and moans.
“You love being fucked out and sore? How many loads did you take today, Marcus? I’m still hard. You’re dripping with our come. We’ll fuck you every day. We’ll take turns using you until you’re begging to take us both at the same time.” Nonsense, all of it. But Luke moaned louder at Liam’s filthy words, and Marcus shouted, his body spasming in Liam’s arms as his orgasm overtook him. He fell asleep a minute after he came, not bothering to clean himself.
If was barely five in the afternoon.
Luke leaned on the headboard while Marcus slept curled up with his head pressed against Luke’s stomach. Liam pushed himself up on his arms and sat as well. There were marks on their bodies, red spots, the small specks of dry come on Luke’s belly, beard burn… The room was stuffy and smelled of sex and sweat. Natural and safe. Luke smiled at Liam, a tired, content curve to his lips.
“This is perfect,” he whispered, looking into Liam’s eyes while he petted Marcus’s mop of tangled hair.
Yes, everything about this moment was just right. Except for that small question in the back of Liam’s mind. The last detail.
“I remember what you told me,” Liam said quietly. “About your fear, about the risks you take by being with us. I can’t say anything to convince you. I can only say what I want and hope you want the same.”
