Disorder in the House

by Tymber Dalton

  Glen laughed. “Baby, I know he is. The question is, will he let me go back to sleep for a little while first?”

  “No,” Wade called out from the master bathroom.

  Justin sat up, and Glen was able to properly kiss him. “There’s my answer.”

  They climbed out of bed, Justin grabbing the beach towels they’d been lying on and dumping them into the hamper on their way into the master bathroom. Wade had already cleaned up and passed them.

  “Where you going?” Glen asked.

  “Right back.”

  Uh-oh.

  Glen knew where Wade was going, and sticking his head out of the bathroom to watch proved it.

  Wade walked over to the one dresser where they kept a few commonly used toys in the top drawer and opened it.

  Glen didn’t even want to know. He turned and, after disposing of the condom and taking a leak, stepped into the shower with Justin to clean up after removing the collar and cuffs from Justin.

  Wade returned, joining them in the shower. Sure enough, he held one of their chastity cages in his hand.

  “Boy. Hold…him.”

  “Oh, come on, Dub.” But Justin was their good boy. He stepped behind Glen and grabbed him in a headlock Glen knew all too well, because it was the same one they frequently used on Justin—his arms under Glen’s, up and around, his hands laced together behind Glen’s neck.

  Dark amusement filled Wade’s expression as he grabbed the hand-held shower head from its bracket and then reached over to adjust the water’s temperature.

  “Dude, please, no!”

  Wade smirked. “Red?”

  Glen stared at him for a long moment. “No! Fucker, goddammit—MOTHERFUCKER!”

  Wade had sprayed the cold water right on Glen’s cock, which had been semi-chub.

  Behind him, Justin snickered. Yeah, Glen knew damn well why.

  Because there’d been plenty of times he’d done exactly this to Justin.

  But the particular cock cage Wade had grabbed wasn’t big enough to fit on Glen’s cock unless he was completely soft.

  Meaning when he started to get the slightest bit hard, his cock would encounter the uncomfortable nubbies inside the damn thing. It was his favorite cage to use on Justin when he really wanted to torment him, because Justin’s slightly smaller cock could expand more in it.

  But on him, it was just fucking torture.

  Except he and Wade had an ironclad mantra—they didn’t do stuff to Justin they wouldn’t be willing to go through themselves. The nipple piercing aside, because Justin had wanted to do that. Had Justin safeworded for it, it would have triggered a discussion, and of course Glen wouldn’t have forced-forced him to do it.

  Glen rose up on his toes and pressed back against Justin as he tried to escape the fucking cold spray. Sure, it wasn’t ice-cold like in some locales, but even seventy-two degree water on your cock was not fucking comfortable.

  Wade giggled.

  “Yeah, giggle on, motherfucker,” Glen gasped. “Just remember this.”

  Wade’s gaze narrowed further, and Glen realized that was the wrong fucking thing to say to his guy. “Oh…really?”

  Oh, shit. That was the equivalent of Wade yelling Challenge Accepted!

  He’d totally underestimated how toppy Wade was feeling this morning. Wade wasn’t going to be satisfied merely sating his urges with Justin.

  Something rolled over again deep inside Glen, welcoming this.

  “What are you going to do to me today, Dub?”

  Wade’s evil smile normally would have hardened Glen’s cock.

  If it wasn’t for the fucking cold spray.

  “Play.”

  I’m so fucked.

  Wade finally pulled the spray away and let the shower head hang free as he quickly worked to fit the goddamned cage on Glen, pulling his balls through the ring part of it and then fitting the two pieces together once his cock was inside the tube part.

  And he snapped an actual motherfucking lock on it, not just a cable tie he could easily remove himself.

  He also didn’t know where Dub had stashed the key.

  Dammit.

  “Don’t…let him go yet,” Wade told Justin. He grabbed the shower head and adjusted the water, testing it, waiting until he had it adjusted to his satisfaction before turning to them again. He stepped in close and kicked Glen’s feet farther apart, his gaze boring into Glen’s as he reached between Glen’s thighs and his fingers sought his hole.

  Glen gasped. “Fuck fuck fuck!” Wade’s finger unerringly located his prostate and started massaging it.

  Wade knew damn well what that would do to him.

  That was kind of the point.

  Almost immediately, Glen’s cock tried to get hard inside the cage, making him suck in a sharp breath as the nubs inside the cage did their thing. Glen’s head lolled back against Justin’s shoulder and it flashed through his mind that it wasn’t going to be their sweet boy totally on the bottom of the dog-pile today after all.

  It’d be him.

  * * * *

  Justin fought the urge to giggle again. He knew all too well the feeling of surrender that had just washed through Glen’s body. Countless times, it’d been him in exactly this position.

  Justin nuzzled Glen’s left ear. “Master’s going to fuck us both good today,” he whispered, happy to play dirty. “Sir’s had a hard week at work, too. Time for both of us to unplug.”

  Glen’s chest rose and fell, breathing fast, straining against Justin’s grip a little. Not enough to break free—and since at five-eleven Glen had two inches on Justin’s height and enough pounds on Justin that he easily could overpower him—but more than enough to tell Justin that Glen was gone. He’d totally surrendered to taking this ride and letting it carry him wherever Wade wanted to take him.

  Justin nipped Glen’s ear. “Let’s stay home tonight, Daddy. Please? I know we talked about maybe going to Venture tonight, but I’d rather stay home and play.”

  He wasn’t sure Glen was going to respond at first, until he nodded his head a little, as far as the grip Justin had on him would allow. “Okay. Yeah.”

  Justin’s gaze locked on to Wade’s, where he stood in front of Glen. Justin couldn’t tell for sure, but it felt like maybe Wade had a finger up Glen’s ass as the warm water sprayed on his cock and balls. Probably teasing his taint, too, definitely a way to get Glen hard almost immediately this time of day.

  “Master?”

  Wade smiled. “Home tonight. Pizza.” Justin saw his arm move, the hand between Glen’s legs, and Glen sucked in a sharp breath in response.

  “Goddammit, Dub,” Glen growled.

  Ooooh, yeah. Wade was definitely playing dirty and getting Glen hard again.

  It was one of their favorite tricks to do to him, so Justin knew the drill.

  Wade’s smile widened, his eyebrows arching in an innocent, who, me? expression. “Fair’s…fair.”

  “Fucker.”

  Wade was getting Glen hard, keeping him that way, playing with him, but not enough to get him over. The cage Dub had locked on Glen was the wicked one, Justin’s least-favorite because of how uncomfortable it was.

  But since the men had basically reinforced his body’s urge to respond and get hard when he felt the sexy kind of pain…yeah. It was a self-inflicted cycle.

  Glen’s body couldn’t help but respond in the same way after all the years of switching between him and Wade.

  “Changed…mind.” Wade leaned in and kissed Glen. “Breed your ass tonight.”

  Justin couldn’t hold back his giggle at the plaintive whine rolling from Glen. “Come on, Dub! That’s not fair, torturing me all day. I was going to fuck myself dry with Jus today.”

  “Red?” Left eyebrow skyward.

  Glen groaned. “Jesusfuck, you know damn well I’m not safewording for that. Come on.”

  Wade’s smile widened. “Then…you get…bred.” He focused on Justin. “Don’t…let him go…yet.” He pulled his hand
free and hung the shower head before washing his hands and then stepping out of the shower.

  Glen’s head lolled against Justin again. “Don’t suppose Daddy can negotiate a plea deal with his boy this morning, hmm?”

  Justin laughed. “Sorry, Sir. That’s not up to me. Just safeword if you really don’t want to.”

  “You little fucker.” He sighed. “You know goddamned well I won’t.”

  Justin nuzzled Glen’s cheek. “I know all too well, Sir.”

  * * * *

  Wade returned to the dresser and found the butt plug he wanted there. After replacing the batteries in it, because even though it was working he didn’t know how old they were, he returned to the bathroom. This particular butt plug was waterproof so he didn’t have to worry. He left the controller on the counter and returned to the shower.

  Glen’s eyes widened when he saw it. “Oh, come on, Dub!”

  Wade grinned. “Red?”

  Glen groaned. “No! Fuck, goddammit!”

  Wade took his time coating the toy with lube, making sure Glen watched every second of that. “Jus, let him…go.” He did. “Turn…around,” he said to Glen.

  Wade waited him out, through the glare of death, through the silent temper tantrum raging behind Glen’s blue gaze, before his husband finally complied and submitted.

  Glen wrapped his arms around Justin, his face buried in the crook of his neck. From Justin’s pained gasp, he knew Glen had bit down.

  He laid a hand on Glen’s lower back and kicked his feet wider apart again.

  Glen arched his back to stick his ass out more and give Wade better access.

  Oh, yeah, sure, he’s haaaating this.

  Not.

  Historically, Glen had zero trouble safewording if he really wasn’t in the mood to be bottomy.

  In this case, the Dom protesteth too damn much.

  Every once in a while, Wade had found, the best way to handle Glen, shake things up, and force him to relax was to change up the order of how things were done in their house.

  This just happened to be the perfect time to sow a little well-needed disorder.

  As the steam from the spray swirled around them, Wade coated his fingers with lube and scissored two of them inside Glen, making sure there was plenty there. Once Glen had started responding, rocking back and forth and fucking himself on Wade’s fingers, he withdrew his hand, added more lube, and went for three fingers.

  That took a few minutes for Glen’s body to go from tense to once again eagerly fucking himself on Wade’s fingers. After rinsing off his hand, Wade pressed the tip of the butt plug against Glen’s rim, waiting. This was still bigger than three fingers.

  Glen pushed, allowing Wade to start working the toy inside him with slow, short thrusts back and forth.

  This one was particularly evil. Not only was it much larger at its widest part than Wade’s cock, it also featured a “rotating” internal section around the part that would be seated in his rim, a gizmo that made it feel like the wearer was receiving a rim job. And the tip also wiggled and rotated.

  That was in addition to the vibration patterns, from mild and just annoying enough to get a guy’s interest up, all the way to a nearly jackhammering throb that had made Wade literally blow in less than ten seconds when he’d tried it after they’d ordered it. They’d both tried it before using it on Justin, because they wanted to know what it could do to Justin.

  It was now one of Justin’s favorite toys.

  Once it was completely seated inside Glen, Wade patted him on the ass. “There.”

  Glen turned and grabbed him, kissing him hard. “Gonna get you back for this, Dub.”

  Wade snorted. “Wrong. This is…your…payback.”

  He sighed. “I guess you’re not wrong.”

  Chapter Four

  It still wasn’t even dawn yet. So Wade declared them all going back to bed.

  Which was perfectly fine with Justin.

  After the men buckled Justin’s collar and cuffs back on him, Wade positioned himself in the middle this time, on his back with Justin snuggled on his left and Glen on his right, their heads nestled against his shoulders and his arms hooked around them.

  The other two men also draped an arm over Wade, their hands meeting, fingers laced together.

  Like that, Justin felt Wade and, eventually, Glen, fall asleep again.

  Justin knew he would, too, but not just yet. His cock was still trying to soften from the memory of hearing the sounds Glen made while Wade flipped the tables on him.

  There wasn’t a damn thing about this arrangement he didn’t like, except that maybe he hadn’t moved to Florida earlier.

  These two men had become his life.

  Glen was thirteen years older than him, and Wade seventeen years older than him, but he didn’t care about that. The only thing that worried him was the risk of one day losing both of them to the natural progression of time, but that was something he forced himself to not think about.

  He’d already lost enough people in his life. His mom, his dad. He was no stranger to grief.

  How perfect that he’d never even slept with another man before these two men walked into his life? He didn’t know anything but them, and it was like they’d reached into his brain, found every last kinky, sexy fantasy he’d had, and perfectly met each and every aspect of them.

  They loved him.

  It wasn’t all about sex and fucking and blowjobs and beatings.

  It was about the night he’d had a toothache and Wade had cuddled with him on the couch in the middle of the night to watch TV because Justin couldn’t sleep due to the bad kind of pain. And then had taken off from work the next morning to drive him to the dentist.

  How Glen had texted Wade every ten minutes or so for updates that morning, because he’d had meetings he couldn’t miss and couldn’t go with them.

  Justin had taken the whole day off, woozy with pain and the meds they’d used on him during the procedure to fix his tooth. Wade had called off for the rest of the day, took him home, and took care of him. Had, in fact, ordered Justin to stay on the couch unless he needed to get up to use the bathroom.

  Had made sure he sipped tepid water so he wouldn’t get dehydrated, and when the pain meds made him sick to his stomach, Wade had come into the bathroom with him and held him while he puked.

  That was true love.

  It was like the Universe was trying to make up for the rough start he’d had in life by dropping not just one but two perfect guys into his lap.

  Eventually, Justin drifted back to sleep. When he awakened, it was now daylight outside and Glen was still sound asleep. But when Justin looked, he spotted the amused smile on Wade’s handsome features.

  Justin carefully sat up so he didn’t wake Glen and leaned in to kiss Wade. “Good morning, Master,” he silently said.

  Wade’s smile widened, and he mouthed, “Coffee, please.”

  Justin nodded and after leaving the bed, he stopped by the guest bath in the hallway to use the toilet there rather than risk waking Glen up.

  If Glen wasn’t up yet, even despite the earlier interlude, it meant he was more exhausted than he’d been letting on to them. Glen was always up and frisky in the mornings, unless they’d been up until the wee hours at the club or a private party or just playing at home the night before.

  But the smell of coffee brewing would likely wake him.

  Fortunately, they didn’t have to leave the house today. Justin had done the grocery shopping yesterday on his way home from work.

  That meant uninterrupted play today. Well, and chores, but there wasn’t a lot to do there, either, and it could be done tomorrow just as easily as today.

  He’d also preset the coffee the evening before, so all he had to do was hit the on button. With that completed, he set out coffee mugs and leaned against the counter to await the brew.

  Heaven.

  That’s what this felt like.

  He was out at work as both gay and poly. He’d w
anted to make sure they wouldn’t have any problem with his personal situation, and they didn’t. He made decent money, he had two fantastic men, and his sister close by.

  Once he had his and Wade’s coffees ready, he carried the mugs into the bedroom. In Justin’s absence, Wade had managed to carefully free himself from Glen’s embrace without waking him and was sitting on the far side of the bed.

  When Justin handed him the mug and Wade crooked a finger at him, he leaned in and Wade kissed him.

  “Thank you.”

  Justin smiled and nodded in reply.

  Glen was still deeply out.

  Wow.

  * * * *

  Wade followed Justin’s gaze, to where he was watching Glen sleep, and knew his boy’s thoughts likely echoed his own, that Glen was far more worn out than he’d been letting on.

  That was their guy, though. Pushing himself, ignoring his own needs, to the point of exhaustion.

  After a few sips of coffee, Wade stood, grabbed the remote control for Glen’s butt plug from the side table where he’d put it earlier, and made his way to the living room with Justin after quietly closing the bedroom door behind them.

  “We’ll…let him sleep,” Wade said, keeping his voice down.

  “You think he’s okay?”

  Wade shook his head. “Worn out.” He wished he made enough money on his own he could support all of them, let Justin and Glen stay home full-time, but he didn’t. He and Glen combined could keep Justin happily supported, but their guy was a fricking doctor. Sure, not the prescribes medicine kind, but no way would he let Justin waste his education. Not when Justin truly enjoyed his work and had a personal motivation to keep doing it.

  Maybe Justin and I could support Glen.

  Hmm.

  There was an idea he hadn’t considered before.

  Although it wasn’t like either of them were close to retirement age yet. And he knew Glen usually enjoyed his work.

  We’re all overdue a vacation.

  “When…are you eligible for…time off?”

  “Vacation?”

  Wade nodded.

  “I think I am now. Let me check.” Justin retrieved his work cell phone and logged into their HR portal through it. “I have three weeks, paid, due to me. But we talked about taking off a week at Christmas and New Year’s, as well as a long Thanksgiving weekend.”