by Sean Michael
Pulling up his shirt, he brought Stephen in close so his boy could rub against his skin.
“Oh. So warm.” Stephen arched against him, thick cock dragging on his belly. Hot like a brand and wet at the tip now, it felt so good sliding on his skin. He could hear the soft cries growing louder, more and more desperate.
The spark that blazed between them grew brighter, Stephen stunning in his need.
“I’m…I’m close.” The little whisper was so ashamed.
“You have my permission to come, beautiful boy.”
“Th-thank you, Sir.” Stephen moved faster, hiding in his shoulder.
“Daddy has you and wants to smell your come.”
Stephen gasped and shot, body shuddering hard with his need.
He breathed in deeply, taking in his boy’s scent.
It took a while before Stephen whispered, “I—I made a mess of you.”
“Aren’t I the lucky one?” He pressed a kiss to the top of Stephen’s head. “I’m so glad you’re here, boy.”
“I— Thank you for inviting me.” Stephen blinked up at him and then grinned. “That’s so formal, huh? Thanks for the shared orgasms.”
He chuckled. “They were fun, weren’t they? Your touches are magical, boy. Though I’m not surprised at all.”
“I am. Surprised but glad. I’m glad I could please you.”
“You did, very much. And I pleased you, eh?” He wanted to make sure Stephen remembered that.
“Yes, Sir. Very much. Thank you.”
“I don’t suppose that was enough to convince you that I’m right?”
“That you’re right?” That was a lovely confusion.
“That you glow, boy. That you’re mine.”
“I can’t be… We don’t know each other.”
“We’ll learn each other. Believe me or not, we can learn each other.” And he wasn’t giving up.
“I’d like to—and if you decide you don’t want to learn me anymore, just let me know.”
“That’s not going to happen.” Time and persistence would convince his boy. The pain in his boy was deep and would take time to heal.
But he had faith. Anyone who shone as brightly as Stephen did deserved every happiness and his devotion.
Chapter Four
Stephen cleaned himself up, then joined Champ in the kitchen. He needed to call Marc. He needed to figure out what he was doing. He needed a glass of water and a hug.
Champ gave him a warm smile and opened his arms. Stephen stepped in close and Champ gave him the hug he’d been looking for. It was like the man heard him. Really heard him.
Champ’s lips pressed against the top of his head. “So, what would you like for supper? I’m a mean hand with the Uber Eats app.”
“You didn’t already have plans, did you? I mean, I’ll happily buy supper for us.”
“I didn’t already have plans and we’re at my place, so I’m buying supper. What’s your favorite kind of food?” When Champ looked at him, he felt like he had the man’s full attention, like no one else was as important.
“I love Chinese food best, I think. Like sweet and sour chicken or beef with broccoli.” He loved crispy and crunchy.
“Then Chinese it is.” Champ gave him another squeeze, then grabbed his phone. “You said sweet and sour chicken and beef with broccoli. I like egg rolls and egg drop soup.”
“Egg rolls are magical.” And he loved them. “If you want, we can share.”
“I would like that very much. Chicken fried rice? And those little pancake things, right? Noodles with shrimp? Lemon chicken? You know leftover Chinese food is the best breakfast, right?”
“Is it?” He chuckled. “I’ve never heard that.”
“I guess you’ll just have to find out for yourself.” Champ kept tapping things on his phone, then pocketed it. “There you are. A feast will be here in forty-five minutes.”
“Yeah? Thank you. It sounds like grand fun.” It sounded like a hoot.
“I think anything with you will be fun. Now. Do you want to meet Berny and France or should I just send them to Marc?”
“I need to meet them, please. I’m sorry, but Marc’s a good friend.” If a giant dork.
“Well at least one of you is looking out for the other.” Champ grabbed his phone again and sent a text. It was answered almost immediately. “They’re coming up.”
“He’s just…impulsive.” And he didn’t want Marc to be hurt like he had been.
“He needs to take better care of himself—and you. But luckily I was the one to answer the ad. I’d hate to think of someone else appearing on your doorstep.”
“Yeah, that would have been…Hell, it was already awkward.” And now he was here.
“All’s well that ends well.” Champ gave him a wink. A knock interrupted anything he might have had to say. “That’s the guys. Come on.” Champ took his hand and led him back out to the fancy front room.
“Do I look okay?” He straightened his hair, his beard.
Champ bent and kissed him, hard. “There. Now you look perfect.”
Champ opened the door, and two big studs stood there.
“Friends.”
“Is this one yours? He smells like sex. Look at all the hair.”
Champ rolled his eyes. “Manners, boys. This is Stephen. He’s the boy I was meant to meet, and meet him I did. It’s his roommate who put the ad on the internet, and we’re worried he’s going to go home this evening and run into someone out to harm him. Oh, manners, Champagne. Stephen, these are my friends Bernoise and Francoise. Berny and France for short.”
They were huge, both dark haired, one with near-black eyes, one with emerald eyes, and they were both staring at him, so he instinctively grabbed for Champ’s hand. “Nice to meet you.”
Champ’s fingers twisted with his, just as natural as could be. “You guys want a drink while Stephen tells you about Marc?”
Both men nodded, and they headed toward the wet bar like they knew just what they wanted.
Champ drew him to a couch and sat with him. “So, you know I found that ad earlier. Well, I called and the boy gave me his address, but when I got there, it was his roommate who answered the door. I brought him here, because his place isn’t safe now. Marc comes back after work and needs someone there to take care of him, because he doesn’t realize he’s in danger.”
“I don’t think he cares,” he whispered. Marc wanted to be punished, rewarded, taken, and held.
“No?” Champ shook his head. “He definitely needs the strict Daddy he asked for, doesn’t he?”
Stephen nodded, and Berny grinned, the smile toothy and wicked. “Or two, eh? France and I know exactly what to do with a bad boy.”
“I—Are you going to be good to him? He’s not evil. I swear. Just…sort of reckless.” He needed to be sure they wanted to be what Marc needed.
“What was it the ad said?” France asked Champ.
“Uh, bad boy looking for punishments from a strict Daddy, duo’s welcome.”
“Then we’re going to be very good to him. Especially when he’s bad.” France all but purred the words.
“Fuck yes.” Berny grabbed France and kissed him, hard, and Stephen stared at Champ, not sure if he could be aroused or not.
“They’re a very sexy pair, aren’t they? They’ve always been so pretty together.”
“I—They’re pretty, but they…they aren’t you.” Champ was ethereal, kind, strong.
“Oh, Stephen, you really are a keeper.” Champ brought their lips together.
Something about Champ eased him, melted him deep down. He even almost forgot there were two other people in the room. Almost.
“Goddess, this one makes him glow, doesn’t he?” The husky voice made his cheeks heat.
“He’s special,” Champ noted.
“Yeah, we can see that.” France sat on the chair closest to the couch. “Tell me about this Marc, boy. You’ll have better information than Champy.”
“He works at
a paper store. He lives on Coke and Lucky Charms. He loves music more than anything. He was a foster kid, like me.”
“No offense, but you don’t seem like a bad boy,” Berny told him. “Is Marc like you in that, too, or is he really a bad boy?”
“He’s not bad! He’s just…restless, reckless, you know. No self-control.” He didn’t have half Marc’s confidence. He’d been good and had been rejected. “I should go home and wait for him. I don’t want him scared.”
“We aren’t going to scare him,” Berny noted.
“If you call him so he knows to expect Berny and France, he shouldn’t be scared.” Champ squeezed his hand.
France seemed to…sniff the air. “Did this Marc hurt you, Stephen. Is he the one?”
“What? No!”
Champ’s arm came around his shoulders, hand stroking his arm, gentling him. “No, it wasn’t another boy who hurt him. It was Doms.”
“Doms? Plural?” Berny asked.
“It doesn’t matter.” They didn’t need to talk about it.
“Of course it matters,” Champ told him.
“You’re damn right it does. Doms have a responsibility to boys. To know one of us—more than one of us—hurt you badly is a black mark on all of us.” France growled and paced. “Tell us who and we’ll take care of it.”
He shook his head. What if it had been his fault? What if he just brought out bad in people?
“Tell us, boy!” Berny demanded.
“Back off, Bernoise.” Champ’s arm tightened around his shoulders, tugging him in closer. “Stephen will divulge that information when he feels it’s the right time, and you are not going to bully my boy!”
He let Champ hold him, his breath stolen by the care the man was taking of him.
“But you’ll let us assist? We can’t have our boys disrespected.”
“When the time comes, I will come to you,” Champ promised.
The pair nodded, like Champ’s word was law. Okay, weird.
“You should let Marc know the guys are going to meet him when he gets home,” Champ suggested.
“All right. Be nice to him. He’s going to be mad…” He stood to… “I need my charger, unless you have an extra?”
“Why is he going to be mad?” Berny asked. “He’s getting his strict Daddies. Even if only for a night.”
France nodded. “We can’t promise anything without meeting him.”
“I have a charger you can borrow.” Champ got up. “I’ll be right back.”
“Thank you.” He dialed Marc. “Hey, man. I—Uh. There’s two men coming to get you at work?” He looked up and the guys nodded. “They’re Champ’s friends.”
“Don’t you dare. I’m not getting your sloppy seconds!”
“I—What?” He would never. “What the fuck are you insinuating? I never did!”
“Bullshit. I’m going home.”
“But…” Oh fuck him. “I’ll meet you there and we can talk.”
“Don’t bother. You stole my man. You’re supposed to be my friend.”
“I am your friend, you asshole! You gave a stranger our address!” He stood up and put Marc on speaker so he could get a ride home. “And it’s our apartment. I’m allowed to come home!”
“No. I’ll pack you up, you traitor. You can get the fuck out!”
Champ growled, but Berny put his hand up. “I’ve got this,” he mouthed, then he spoke up, very firmly. “Stop this tantrum immediately, boy.”
“Who the fuck are you? Are you the asshole who fucked my best friend?”
Champ growled again, but Berny raised his hand, demanding silence. “I am the Daddy who is going to blister your ass so that you can’t sit for a week, and you insult me again, we can make it two weeks. Care to respond? Choose your words very carefully.”
Stephen gasped, and so did Marc. “You wouldn’t dare?”
Berny looked at his watch. “I would—I will—indeed. We’ll be at your work when you get off. If you’d like Stephen to be there to introduce us, that’s acceptable, but make no mistake, your ass is mine.”
“Stephen can fuck right off. He’s a little bitch.”
“Hey!” He snapped the phone off speaker. “Don’t be an ass to me because you’re embarrassed.”
“I’m being an ass to you because you are a little bitch. You stole my Daddy!”
Berny and France were both calm, but it was that deadly looking calm that meant Marc really was going to get the spanking of a lifetime.
“I—” He hadn’t. Had he? He hung up the phone and looked to Champ. “I should go.”
“We’re coming with you,” Berny insisted.
“We can all go. We’ll sort this out in person.” Champ wrapped an arm around his shoulders again. “You don’t have to face his brattiness on your own.”
France nodded. “He’s clearly asking for that spanking.”
“I’m…are you sure?” His heart was racing, and he didn’t want to fight.
“If you think two strict Daddies aren’t what he needs, we’ll all respect your wishes. But he’s clearly cruising for punishments and I know that Berny and France are safe choices—they’ll respect his safeword and they’ll bring him in line. If he continues down the path he’s on, he’s going to run into someone unscrupulous, someone who will beat him and take what they need and leave him alone when it’s over.” Champ met his gaze. “I am pissed off at him for calling you names and making you feel bad, but I wouldn’t wish that on him. Berny and France will have him apologizing to you in no time.”
“I just don’t want to be homeless. I can’t do that again.”
“You’ll never be homeless as long as I have breath in my body.”
Stephen looked at Champ, stared into his eyes, and he swore he could see…eternity. He stopped breathing. He was caught.
“Can you see the glow now?” Champ asked.
He started to nod, and his knees gave out.
Chapter Five
Champ caught Stephen as he fainted. “Stephen!”
“He’s just overwhelmed. You showed him magic, friend.” France led them both to the sofa. “He’ll be fine in a moment.”
Champ grunted. France had better be right. He sat, cradling his boy against his chest. “Wake up, Stephen. Come back to me.”
“Oh…” Stephen blinked up. “You…I’m sorry. I must need to eat our feast.”
“It should be here any minute. We’ll have time to eat before we need to go introduce the guys to your very naughty friend.” Who needed that spanking he’d been planning to give him before Stephen had opened the door. Luckily, he knew Berny and France would totally take Marc in hand.
“I’m so sorry about him. I didn’t mean for things to get… I didn’t try to take him from you. You from him. You know.”
“Hey, you didn’t. First of all, it was his fault that he wasn’t there to answer the door for me. Second of all, it wouldn’t have mattered. You are the one who glows. Not him. You’re mine. Not him.” Stephen didn’t understand yet, but this wasn’t a game for him.
Not anymore.
The intercom from downstairs went off. “Ah, that’s our food.”
“We’ll get it for you,” France offered. “You can have your privacy until it’s time to go get the urchin.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll…he won’t get off until nine.”
“Then we’ll see you both at eight thirty. We’ll get the food up to you.” Berny and France headed off, arm in arm.
Stephen met his eyes. “Is everything okay?”
“Everything is great. Don’t worry so much, boy. Nothing has changed just because your friend threw a temper tantrum. I want you.”
“I want you too. I mean, I had you…”
He chuckled, utterly enchanted. “You did indeed. And you’ll have me again. Soon.”
“I hope so. I mean, if Marc doesn’t kill me, right?”
“Marc will apologize to you for the way he’s endangered and then treated you. He’ll feel much more mellow onc
e his strict Daddies get to work.” He thought there was nothing better for Marc than those two. And by the sounds of him, it would definitely take two.
“I want to explore more with you. Hang out a little.”
“Good. You already know that I’m in for that. And more.”
Berny returned, bags of Chinese food in his hands. “It smells delicious—France is busy ordering us up some of our own. We’ll see you in a couple of hours.” He left as quickly as he’d come—good man.
His co-conspirators were his dearest friends and he loved them dearly.
“Wow. We should invite them to share with us. There’s plenty.”
“Maybe another time. For today, I don’t want to miss the chance of feeding each other, of getting sticky and licking each other clean.”
Stephen’s lips parted on a gasp. “Oh.”
“Sounds like fun, doesn’t it?” He opened the bags and set the various containers on the coffee table. Some of them were already pretty sticky; it was a good thing he had a cleaning service come in twice a week.
“Here, let me help. It smells amazing, doesn’t it?”
“It does. Now, if I remember correctly, this one is your favorite.” He grabbed a pair of chopsticks and snagged a piece of the sweet and sour chicken, then held it up to Stephen’s lips.
Stephen laughed easily and opened up. That blush and the rush of arousal proved that his boy appreciated the care.
He popped the morsel on Stephen’s tongue, then watched to make sure his boy approved of the taste.
Stephen closed his eyes as he chewed, then a moan escaped his lips. “Oh wow.”
“I see you approve of my favorite Chinese restaurant. The trick is to get it through Uber Eats—that way you can get it from somewhere not fast food. Makes all the difference.” He snared a piece of beef with a sprig of broccoli next and offered that up to his boy.
“You should have some too.” Stephen took the bite, though, expression blissful.
“I’m going to start with the soup.” He found the soup and opened the container. Taking a spoon, he slid it through, making sure to pick up one of the wontons inside the liquid as well. He didn’t even blow on it—the hotter the better, and he rarely had anything too hot to burn the inside of his mouth.
