Chess Part One Box Set

by Sean Michael

  “Come on then, honey.”

  Rook drew him over to his own futon, tugging him down onto it.

  “I hope it’s comfortable enough.” Their bodies were touching, all along the side.

  “You’re here with me, that’s what matters.”

  Rook rubbed his hand along Jason’s cheek, then wrapped it around the back of his head, drawing their mouths together again. His eyes widened, because this kiss was deep, stealing his breath away. Making him hard.

  Oh, God.

  Making him hard…

  Like he knew, Rook worked gentle fingers over his prick.

  Their eyes met and he had the sudden urge to ask Rook not to tell anyone. Please.

  Rook’s tongue teased his, those fingertips rubbing across the tip of his cock through his pants and underwear. His breath came faster, his heart slamming harder. Oh, God. Oh, fuck. He tensed, his body wanting to run.

  “Shh. Shh. Just let it happen. So sweet and sexy.”

  “Please. I don’t…” He didn’t know what to do.

  “Let me make you feel good.”

  Rook’s hand slid, rubbed him. His thighs spread, his body beginning to rock.

  “That’s it, Jason. So pretty.”

  The kisses began again.

  Slowly, Rook eased him back, leaning over him. That hand was driving him a little crazy, making him want to hump up. Rook shifted, the man’s erection pressing against his thigh. His body shifted, rubbed against that hardness. Rook moaned, the sound needy as hell.

  “Oh, honey. Yes. Please.”

  He moved again without thinking. Thinking wasn’t helping.

  Rook moved against him, pushing to rub them harder together. He moaned into the kiss, hips rolling up so his cock got more friction, more sensation. Rook matched him kiss for kiss, movement for movement—he wasn’t alone in this, not for a second.

  His cock ached, so full. Leaking. He missed Rook undoing his pants button, his zipper, but Rook must have, because suddenly his cock was pushing up into the man’s hand.

  “Oh. Oh, God.” The world went white hot and electric, that touch perfect.

  Rook’s palm pushed against the head of his dick, and then it slipped along his cock, fingers closing around him.

  “Please. I’m aching.” He needed something to happen.

  “I can help with that.”

  Rook held his gaze as the man shimmied down his body. The connection was only broken when Rook took Jason’s cock into his hot mouth.

  Jason stopped. The world stopped. Everything stopped.

  All he knew was his cock and that wet, tight heat.

  Rook took him in and in, swallowing him whole.

  “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck…” He fucked Rook’s mouth, mindless with need.

  Rook took it, working his hands beneath his ass and encouraging his movements. The man’s mouth was like a hot vacuum, sucking hard.

  “Fuck. Fuck, please.” His balls drew up and his hips slammed forward, and the whole world went gray as he shot. Rook kept sucking—he could feel the man swallow around the head of his cock. His eyes rolled back in his head, the pleasure fucking increasing. He didn’t even go soft.

  Sounds tore out of him as he writhed on the futon, so excited and turned on he couldn’t catch his breath. The sucking turned into licking, Rook’s tongue finding and stimulating every single nerve in his prick. Jason couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. It was huge. Then Rook made his way down to Jason’s balls, mouth swallowing one up.

  His eyes widened and he pushed up on his elbows to stare down.

  Rook paused in his sucking and looked up, eyes shining at him. Then the man went back to business—sucking his ball, tongue lashing gently at it. His abs tightened, and he drew one knee up, the move instinctive, immediate. Rook groaned around his nut, fingers coming up to play with the other one.

  “Oh, God…” His head fell back, his throat working.

  Rook sucked a little longer and then his fingers drifted down, caressing behind his balls.

  He should say no.

  He should. He wasn’t into this. Those fingers were making him crazy, rubbing his skin back there.

  “I don’t know what to do, Rook.”

  That mouth came off his ball with a ‘pop’.

  “Just lie back and let me make you feel good.”

  He groaned and eased himself back, moving his fingers down his sides.

  “You wanna touch yourself, honey? You can. Pinch those little nipples or tug on your cock while I…” Rook’s face disappeared between his legs, hot tongue wet on his skin.

  “What…what are you…?” His nipples? How did Rook know? He’d always been embarrassed at how much he touched them. Rook didn’t answer his half-asked question—instead the man hummed and licked, his tongue feeling so unbelievably good, hair tickling Jason’s inner thighs and balls. He found his nipples, pinched hard enough that he cried out, the zing perfect.

  “Nice.” The world was muffled, but Rook had definitely said it. “Do it again.”

  “Don’t tell. Please. Don’t tell anybody.” This was his secret, his need.

  “Just Knight and Bishop. It’ll be a secret between us. A bond.” Then Rook’s tongue licked even further back.

  He was going to scream. He pinched again and again, sobbing with a need that he couldn’t begin to understand. Rook’s tongue played across his hole, making his nerves dance and beg for more.

  “You can’t… Oh, God. Oh, God. Please.” He twisted, unable to hold still.

  It seemed that Rook could, lashing at him with that tongue over and over and then, unbelievably, pushing right into him. In. To. Him. His fingers clenched around his nipples again and his cock jerked, sending spunk splashing over his belly and chest, hot and thick and wet. Humming, Rook sent vibrations up through his insides, making him shake, the orgasm seeming to go on forever.

  When it was over, he was boneless, empty, lost.

  Rook rose up and lay half on top of him, fingers dancing on his skin, stroking gently. Shivers slid over his skin as his heart rate slowed.

  “How was that?” Rook’s words were soft, gently spoken.

  “I…” He didn’t have words. “Is…is it always like that?”

  “You mean fan-fucking-tastic? It is if you’re with people who give a damn about you getting off, yeah.”

  “Oh.” He should care about Rook getting off. Even if he didn’t take the job, it was only fair. “Do… Can I…help you?”

  “You are the sweetest thing ever. Your hand would feel so good.”

  He nodded and worked on getting Rook’s jeans open. He told himself this would be just like touching himself, that it wouldn’t be too weird, and Rook had helped him out…twice. Rook’s cock pushed out toward him as soon as he got Rook’s pants undone. Shit, Rook was hung like a fucking horse. He wrapped his hand around the thick shaft, stroking up and down, rubbing along the way with his thumb.

  “Oh, that’s nice.” Rook started rocking, pushing the hot cock through his hand. He was leaking, hot drops splashing on Jason’s wrist, on his arm, slicking his fingers.

  Rook nuzzled his neck. “You smell good, honey. Makes me want to eat you up.” The man laughed. “Oops, I already did.”

  Jason felt his cheeks go red-hot. “Did you like it?”

  “Loved it. You tasted wonderful.” Rook’s voice was husky, his hips pushing faster. “Want to taste you again.”

  Jason stroked his hand faster, taking his cues from Rook’s body.

  “You sure you’ve never done this before?”

  “Only to myself.”

  Rook laughed again, the sound really happy. “Good. At least you’ve had that.”

  “I’m not a virgin, I just… It’s not my thing.” He kept touching, kept stroking, his arm sure and strong.

  “What? Sex?” Rook blinked at him, body actually stilling at his words.

  “Uh-huh.” He slowed the motion of his hand, gentling his touch. “I…”

  Rook shook his head an
d started pushing into his hand again.

  “Tell me if I’m doing it wrong.”

  “You’re touching me. There’s no wrong there.”

  He blushed, smiled. The praise felt…so fucking welcome. He hadn’t done anything right in a long time.

  “Kiss me?” Rook asked softly, eyes taking on a shine.

  He leaned forward—nervous, unsure…reminding himself that this was the least he’d be asked for, and Rook seemed as though he wanted him, not just anyone. A soft moan left Rook’s mouth as their lips met, those eyes getting brighter. Jason tasted tentatively, then with more confidence, tongue pushing in, pressing against Rook’s.

  Rook sucked on his tongue, hips thrusting faster as they kissed. He made sure his hand kept caressing, thumb working the tip the way he liked it himself.

  Jerking against him, Rook cried out into his mouth and came. It wasn’t gross, like he’d feared. It was good to know he’d done it.

  “Mmm…oh, honey. Come home with me and this could be ours.”

  “I…I have to think. Would my bloodwork from my last physical showing I’m clean be okay? It was only three weeks ago.”

  “Yeah, that’ll do. Me and the boys have paperwork, too. We’re clean. We play safe.”

  “Okay. I’ll… I’ll call you tonight. I promise. I’ll call with a decision.” He found a smile for Rook. “I can’t make a smart decision like this.”

  “No, that wouldn’t be fair to you.” Rook kissed him. “This could be yours, though. All you have to do is say yes.”

  He met those beautiful blue eyes. “You’re something else.”

  “And here I was, just thinking the same thing about you.”

  “Right.” His cheeks were burning.

  “It’s true.” Rook took his hand and squeezed it. “I want you to come stay with us, honey. You’re sexy and fit and sweet.”

  He was insane. Perfectly insane. “I’ll call tonight.”

  “I’m looking forward to hearing from you.”

  Another kiss, a quick adjustment of clothing and Rook was gone.

  He blinked.

  That was…fast.

  And, oddly enough, Jason thought he might miss the man.

  Chapter Three

  Knight glared at the TV.

  He didn’t want to go into the studio.

  He didn’t want to make lunch.

  He didn’t want to have a bath or anything.

  He wanted to know what the hell had happened between Rook and Jason, damn it.

  Knight hated being patient.

  Finally, after what had to be fucking hours, the front door opened and closed. “Hellooo!”

  He stood up, heading for the foyer. “Well?”

  “Well what?” Rook grinned at him. The fucker’d got some. It was written all over his beautiful face.

  “What did you do, ass-hat? Share!”

  Rook laughed. “What? No kiss hello? No ‘we missed you’? No ‘come in and sit down’?”

  Knight threw himself at Rook, trusting the man to catch him. “Now. Tell. Bish! He fucked our boy!”

  “I did not!”

  Bish came out of the den, frowning. “What’s up?”

  “He went to Jason. He’s gotten off. I can tell!”

  “I didn’t fuck him.” Rook gave him a smug look. “I blew him.”

  Knight grinned, the smile stretching his cheeks. “I knew it!”

  Rook looped an arm around his neck. “Take me to bed and I’ll tell you all about it.” A look from under Rook’s eyelashes included Bishop. “I think he’s going to do it.”

  “Of course he will. I chose him.” Thank Christ Rook had gone and done the charming boy thing. He had bragged and strutted about his choice.

  “Well, to start with he called to say no.”

  “But you sucked him out of it.” Knight grinned, feeling incredibly clever. “How was he? Tell us everything!”

  “Well, I suggested he couldn’t say no without knowing what he was turning down and invited him here, but he wanted to meet at the coffee shop instead. Just me. Apparently I’m less threatening than you two.”

  He shrugged, gave Rook a once over. “You look a little like a Ken doll…”

  “Do you want to hear my story or do you want to continue to compare me to an anatomically-correct-if-you’re-a-eunuch doll?”

  “Ken doesn’t have a dick, either.” Knight held on as Bish carried him over to the sofa.

  “That’s what eunuch means, butthead.” Rook sat, and Bish dropped to lounge next to them.

  “Eunuchs don’t have balls, dork.”

  “What? Are you sure?”

  Bish started laughing.

  Knight winked at his Bish, one hand held out to draw his lover closer. “So? Tell!”

  Bish shifted close enough to press up against him, the three of them taking hardly any room at all on the couch.

  “So I bought him pastries and a chai and we kind of wasted it all because it didn’t take him that long to be convinced to give Rook the old college try. He took me back to his.”

  “Where’s he live? And did you bring pastries home?” He was starving.

  “He lives in this tiny little place, and I left the desserts with him.” Rook grinned. “He said he wasn’t into guys. Hell, he said he wasn’t really into sex at all.” He snorted. “I just want to know what idiots he’s been having sex with because they’ve been clearly doing it all wrong.”

  Knight laughed. “That guy is sex on a stick. Did you fuck him?”

  Knight was going to beat Rook if he’d done that before they all got to watch.

  Rook smacked him on the ass. “I told you I didn’t fuck him. I sucked him. I don’t think anyone had ever even kissed him properly. It was almost sad, really.”

  “Almost.” Knight’s ass cheek tingled, and he bit his bottom lip.

  “Well, it would have been sad if he hadn’t had me to sex him up, teach him that kissing is good, getting sucked is better and that his hole is a sweet, sweet little bundle of pleasure.”

  “Oh, you horndog!” Knight chuckled and threw himself back against Bishop’s arms. It was good—being in the arms of the man he loved, while the other man he loved smiled at him like he was something special. “He seduced the stud.”

  “The stud all but begged to be seduced.”

  Bishop grabbed his arms, stretched them up, so he was arched between his men. Rook leaned over him, hands stroking up his sides beneath his shirt. “He tasted like heaven.”

  “Did he fuck your mouth, baby?” Knight’s throat felt a little tight, and Bish pulled him up higher.

  “He did. Fuck, he was so hot. Came so fast. Poor boy’s in big denial.”

  Bishop pulled him even harder, stretched him further, and Knight hummed. “You think he’ll play with us?”

  “I think so. I think he’s desperate for the money, but he’s even more desperate to be touched, to be loved.”

  Knight rolled his eyes, then stuck out his tongue. “Romantic.”

  Rook was the one with the soft, gooey center. His love for his men was more…fierce. Rook leaned in and wrapped warm lips around his tongue. Knight moaned, imagining that he could taste Jason on their Rook’s tongue. The kiss was long and deep, Rook pushing close as Bish held him tight.

  Knight wrapped his legs around Rook’s hips and held them together. Fuck, yeah. No one loved to kiss like Rook. No one. His lover fucked his mouth, tongue pushing deep before almost coming out. He tried to reach down, touch Rook, but Bish had him, held him. Bish’s heavy cock pushed against his lower back.

  “You just take what we have to give you.” Bish’s voice rumbled in his ear.

  He groaned, spread out for his boys. They all loved Bish, loved how the toppy bastard worked.

  Rook’s fingers danced on his skin, traced him from hips to shoulders.

  “Horny bastards,” Knight moaned, arched into the touches.

  Rook laughed. “Like you aren’t begging for it.”

  “I never beg.
”

  Bish growled. “Don’t make me prove you wrong, Knight-man.”

  He grinned at Rook and winked. He loved this game. “I’d love to see you try.”

  “Oh-ho, it’s like that, is it?” He could feel Bish all tensing up to move.

  Rook pouted. “I worked my magic on the boy and got him this close to accepting the deal and now we’re going to play make-Knight-beg before you guys even get me off?”

  One of his eyebrows arched. “You’re telling us he didn’t help a guy out?”

  That didn’t seem very promising.

  “Well…yeah, but it was only a hand job and then you demanded I relive the whole thing and now I’m horny as hell again!”

  “How was he? Any talent?”

  “He’s got potential. He loved the way I smelled, and he kisses like a dream.” Rook rubbed against him, making his ass press against Bish’s crotch.

  “Mmm. The things we’re going to get to do…” He wanted someone to play with, so badly.

  “You’re going to blow his mind, lover. You and Bish. Fuck.”

  Bish nodded, grinned. “He’ll fall in love with you, baby. Everyone does.”

  “Even you, Knight?” Rook batted his eyelashes, but he could see the need in those pretty blue eyes.

  He reached up and touched those soft, swollen lips. “I was first, baby.”

  Moaning, Rook took his fingers in and sucked on them, tongue flicking at the tips. Bishop’s hands dug into his hips, rocking him steadily. His cock was pressed tight between his and Rook’s bodies, his lover’s eyes holding his as that mouth and tongue made him crazy. He nodded, fucking Rook’s lips with his fingers.

  Rook made another noise that vibrated his fingers and rubbed against him.

  “Let’s slow this down a little,” murmured Bish. “There needs to be a little more nakedness.”

  Knight smiled and winked up at Bish. “You just want to see if there’s bruises from last night.”

  “There’d better be. I want to play connect the dots.”

  His body went tight and he nodded. “I want to play. Then tonight, when we get our boy home…”

  They’d been looking for the right guy for so long.

  “Once he’s all ours, we’re going to blow his mind. And our own.”

  Rook laughed at Bish’s words and rubbed hard against him, their pricks bumping through far too many layers.