Chess Part One Box Set

by Sean Michael

“No, what we need is for all of us to be naked. Then you won’t be the only one.” Rook matched actions to words, pulling off his pants. “Come on, Bish, Knight.”

  “We need to sign the contracts, guys.” Knight handed him a pen. “It’s important.”

  Rook nodded. “It is. It protects you, signing. It means you know what’s not going to happen, that we aren’t going to hurt or damage you.”

  “It protects all of us.” Knight looked so serious, looked completely sure.

  Rook opened the contract to the right page and pointed out where Jason was supposed to sign.

  “You first.”

  His hand was shaking too badly to sign.

  Rook took the pen and signed before passing it over to Knight. Then Rook took his hand and squeezed it. His signature was the last one, his hand shaking violently.

  Rook clapped once it was all done. “Welcome home, honey!”

  “Th…thank you.” God. What had he done?

  Rook cuddled right up to him, his hands all over his skin.

  “We should show you your room, help you bring your stuff in.” Bishop gave him another smile, this one feeling less predatory.

  “I’d definitely need my pants then.”

  “I don’t know. Wandering around naked is definitely allowed, if not downright encouraged.” Rook pushed the hair off his face.

  “My car is on the street.” He was never going to stop blushing.

  “Well, I guess we’ll have to get dressed after all, then.” Rook pouted.

  Bishop laughed. “Jesus Christ, you’re a slut, Rookie.”

  Jason pinked even more, then Knight nudged his arm. “Give me your car keys. I’ll park you inside where it’s safe.

  Rook beamed at Knight. “You do love me.” Rook cuddled back up against him. “Now we can stay naked.

  “Here in the living room?” He handed Knight his keys.

  “Anywhere we want. It’s not like we have neighbors who’re gonna take a peep.”

  “No. No, it’s very different.” He had posed naked a lot—he could do this.

  “We have a celebratory meal planned. You hungry?”

  “Really?” That was…unexpected. “I am. Thank you.”

  “Cool. Come into the kitchen.” Rook bounced up and grabbed his hand.

  He looked back toward his clothes, but Rook drew him away from them.

  “You’re so gorgeous, I think you’re going to be naked a lot.” Rook was naked too, and both Knight and Bishop had disappeared. Rook kept him close and the house was pleasantly warm—completely comfortable.

  The kitchen was large and airy, smelled delicious, but was a complete disaster.

  “I’m cooking,” Rook confided with a grin.

  “Wow. It smells great. Shouldn’t we put pants on?”

  Rook handed him an apron that said ‘Kiss the Cook’ on it. The one Rook put on had a picture of a naked man, from chest to knees.

  “This is the strangest thing I’ve ever done…” At least the apron was soft.

  “I bet it’s the most fun, though, too.” Rook poked around on the counter, coming up with a cookbook.

  Fun. Well, it was different… “What are you cooking?”

  “It’s a roast beef with potatoes and onions and mushrooms and carrots right in the pot. There’s a lemon meringue for dessert.” Rook laughed. “Don’t worry, I didn’t even try to make that—it’s from the store.”

  “I like lemons.”

  “Yeah?” Rook looked hard at the recipe then opened the oven door. “Hey, that looks about right.”

  It looked a little overdone, actually.

  “Let’s get it out, then.” He wasn’t going to bitch.

  “It’s not burnt!” Rook looked so damn pleased with himself.

  “No, shit? We have to mark this down on the calendar.” Bishop came in, grinning widely.

  “It looks good.” Pretty good. Mostly.

  “We can always order Chinese if it tastes like shit.”

  “Gee, thanks for the vote of support, Bish.”

  The man held out his hands. “Hey, sorry, Rookie, I’ve just eaten at your table before. Once burned, twice shy and all that. Only in this case it’s more like twentieth.”

  Jason couldn’t let them tease Rook, not after all the man had done for him. “I’ve eaten way worse. Trust me. My mom went to cooking school when I was a kid. She experimented on us.”

  Rook laughed, the sound warm. “I promise not to experiment on you…with food.”

  “Thanks.”

  Knight’s voice sounded. “I make no such promises, though.”

  “Oh fuck, no. Knight’s likely to do all sorts of weird things in the name of art or sex.” Rook bumped their hips together. “You get used to it.”

  “I hope so.” He was fiercely glad for the apron covering his cock.

  Rook put the roast on the counter. “Who’s gonna carve?”

  “You know I will,” Bishop murmured.

  “I know.” Rook rubbed up against Bishop as the man came closer.

  “Bathroom?” He needed a minute.

  “There’s one just down the hall over there. First door on your right.” Rook pointed at a door on the opposite side of the kitchen from where they’d come in.

  “Thank you.” He headed for the bathroom, almost at a run. He shut himself in, then washed his face at the sink.

  He’d been in there a while when there was a good, solid knock on the door.

  “Yeah?” His hands were shaking so bad.

  “It’s Bishop. You okay in there?”

  “Y…yeah. Just…washing my face.”

  “It must be very clean by now. You can’t spend the next year in the washroom. Besides, it’s going to get easier the longer you know us.”

  He nodded, knowing Bishop couldn’t see him. His hands were gripping the sides of the sink, holding on tight.

  “I’m coming in.” The handle turned and the door opened, admitting Bishop.

  “I…” He couldn’t move.

  Bishop gave him a smile. “It’s weird, huh?”

  “Yeah. I’m fucking freaked.” And frozen, somehow.

  “It will get easier, I promise. And we’re good guys. And we’re going to make you feel things you never even dreamed of.” Bishop went behind him, big hands landing on his shoulders, massaging. He let his head fall forward at the strong, sure touch that was forcing his muscles to relax. “Rook’s the sweetest man you’ll ever meet.”

  He let go of the sink. “He’s amazing. What about you and Knight?”

  “Sweet isn’t the word I’d use for either of us.”

  “No?” He actually chuckled. “I don’t know what to do next.”

  “Come and eat. Have a glass of wine,” Knight suggested.

  “K’s right. We’ll…um…enjoy Rook’s dinner and get to know each other a bit better and you’ll start to feel more normal.”

  “Okay.” He nodded and headed out, able to walk now. Knight handed him and Rook a light robe each. “Oh, thank you.”

  “No burning important bits.”

  “That would suck,” Rook agreed.

  The small table was set for four, candles in the middle, meat cut and saved by the gravy on top of it.

  “Go sit next to Rook, Jason. He’s excited.”

  He nodded and headed over to Rook, to the open arm that waited for him.

  “Don’t let them fool you, honey. They’re excited, too.” Rook’s arm was warm and comforting around his shoulders.

  “If we didn’t all want this, we wouldn’t be here right now.” Bishop passed him the bowl of potatoes.

  He dug in, suddenly starving. “It all looks so good.”

  “Oh, we’re definitely keeping you.” Rook beamed at him and kissed his cheek, then they were all eating.

  It was good—simple, real food—even if it was a little overdone. He felt better at the end of the meal, like he could almost breathe. The guys talked about easy things, teasing each other, including him in the conversat
ion a little, but not making him the focus.

  “Who wants coffee with dessert?” Rook asked, getting up to start clearing the table.

  “I’ll help.” He wasn’t helpless. He liked doing things.

  “Cool.” Rook bumped their hips and they made quick work of clearing the table and resetting it for dessert.

  Bishop and Knight watched them, murmuring quietly together.

  He washed up while Rook made coffee. Every so often Rook would touch him, the caress simple, relaxing. Easy. Rook sliced the pie, then ran a finger along the knife, collecting the excess lemon and meringue, before holding that finger out to him.

  He looked at Rook, then leaned forward and licked the meringue from Rook’s finger.

  Rook hummed softly, eyes lighting up. Jason’s cheeks heated and his cock started to fill.

  Crazy.

  “Is it good?” Rook asked.

  “Sweet.” It was luscious.

  “Sweet is good. Especially for dessert.”

  “It is.” His eyes felt like they were burning.

  Rook leaned in and licked at his bottom lip. “Mmm, it is sweet.”

  “Please.” He met Rook’s eyes. “You’re making me hard.”

  “And that’s a problem, why?”

  “It’s just…different.” He hadn’t been so hard so much since he was a teenager.

  Rook tilted his head. “I gotta warn you, man. I’m a horndog. Bishop is a horndog. Knight takes horndog to a whole new level. It’s not gonna be different for long.”

  “That’s almost comforting.” He liked routine.

  “Mmm, comfort sex rules.”

  Bishop snorted. “Somehow, I don’t think that’s what he meant, Rookie.”

  Rook stuck his tongue out at Bishop. “Make four coffees? Knight likes cream, no sugar. Bish likes it black. I want it light and sweet.”

  “We want you here for more than just your coffee-making skills,” Bishop assured him with a wink.

  That made him laugh, really laugh. When he stopped, they were all looking at him.

  “What?”

  “I told you he was fucking stunning, boys.” That was Knight.

  “He so is.” Rook beamed at him. “You should do that more often, Jason. It lights you up like, whoa.”

  “Let me pour coffee.” He grinned, pleased. He worked hard to look good.

  “I bet it tastes better because you poured it.” Rook didn’t look like he was teasing at all…more like he meant it.

  He fixed four mugs, then they all took a piece of pie and headed for the huge sofa again. He had Bishop on one side and Rook on the other, with Knight pressed up against Bishop’s other shoulder.

  It was cozy somehow.

  The coffee was strong and rich, the pie sweet and tart, and Jason let himself relax again. The situation was so unusual, he couldn’t quite believe it. Rook snuggled up against him, finding his neck with his lips. Jason shivered, the coffee cup clattering on the edge of the dessert plate. Someone took them out of his hands as Rook’s kisses turned into sucking. There was going to be a mark.

  “Open your robe, Jason.” Knight’s voice was soft, sibilant.

  Rook’s groan vibrated along his skin. “Yes, please.”

  He hesitated, and Knight rumbled, “Now, pretty boy. Open.”

  He worked the tie open.

  “That’s it, honey. You’re so, so pretty.”

  Jason closed his eyes, his prick swelling, growing. “Thank you.”

  There were hands on him, not just Rook’s but Knight’s and Bishop’s too.

  “I don’t know what to do.”

  Knight’s chuckle was almost evil. “We’ll tell you.”

  “You can just do what feels good, too. Touch if you want to, don’t if you don’t.” Rook’s mouth went back to sucking and licking at his neck and shoulders.

  “He’s like a big, muscled jungle gym.” Someone needed to gag Knight. Really.

  There was a smack and Knight went “Ow!”

  Rook giggled.

  Jason reached for Rook, wrapping a hand around the man’s shoulder. Rook pulled him up against his warm body, hands wandering along his chest. Someone eased the robe off his shoulders and down his back, baring him.

  “Soon you’ll know us by the touch of our hands or lips,” Rook murmured, eyes looking into his.

  Someone’s finger caressed his ass and he scooted forward.

  “That was Knight. He wants inside you.”

  “I…” He was going to scream.

  “It’s going to be so good, Jason. I swear. You’re going to love getting fucked.”

  He shook his head, then his breath caught as a finger rubbed over his hole.

  “Just relax. Enjoy it.” Rook took his mouth, this kiss with a little heat behind it.

  The touch never settled—sometimes rubbing, sometimes disappearing. Another set of fingers found his nipples and played them, worked on them. His eyes widened, and Rook murmured into his lips, the sound somehow comforting.

  “You’re beautiful, Jason. So sexy. Made us all want you so badly.” Rook’s tongue traced his lips.

  Something hot and wet and slick slipped down his spine.

  “Fuck, that’s pretty,” murmured Bishop.

  “Are you going to take him, Bish? Make him ours?” The words slid down his spine along with Knight’s wicked tongue.

  “I am.”

  Rook moaned at Bishop’s words.

  “Don’t hurt me…”

  Knight’s teeth scraped the small of his back. “Only if you beg for it.”

  “Bishop’s gonna blow your mind,” Rook whispered.

  “I haven’t ever…” He hadn’t even fingered himself, not really.

  “Don’t you worry,” Bishop murmured. “We’re going to make it good.”

  “We should take him to the big bed, Rookie. Make sure he’s comfortable.” That tongue licked lower, and he bucked, cock driving against Rook.

  “Okay. Though I think he’s pretty comfortable right now.”

  His eyes rolled back as heat circled his hole. Rook grabbed one of his legs, helping him spread wider.

  “Ever felt anything like that, honey?”

  Jason couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. It felt so slick, so hot. So perfect.

  As Knight’s tongue worked its way toward his hole, Rook moved down his body and began to lap at his prick.

  “Oh, God. Oh, God.” His hands were fisted against the arm of the couch.

  Rook’s tongue felt so good…and Knight’s felt even better.

  “Feel them, Jason. Let them take you there.” Bishop’s voice was like a golden touch across his skin.

  Knight’s tongue pressed into his body and he stilled, unsure whether he should press forward into Rook’s mouth or back against Knight. Bishop’s hands landed on his hips, rocking him back then forward, encouraging him to rock. His body followed the touch, pumping in and out, his body driving onto the hot, slick tongue. Bish moved one of the hands at his hips, gliding up toward his nipples.

  His stomach tightened, balls drawing up tight. All he needed was a simple touch or a pinch and he’d shoot.

  Bishop didn’t do that, though. Instead those fingers stroked around his nipples, the touch never quite in the right spot, never exactly what he needed. He groaned, then shuddered, his focus suddenly on his chest, on the teasing touch there. Bishop’s fingers came closer and closer, then—finally—skated across his nipples.

  “Fuck!” The word tore out of his mouth and he humped, fucking Rook’s mouth a few times before he shot. Rook’s throat closed over the head of his cock as Rook swallowed his cum, making him shudder and squeeze tight around Knight’s tongue.

  Sounds pushed out of his throat, his entire body on overload.

  “Bed now,” murmured Rook, nuzzling his belly. “Bishop?”

  “Yeah, I’ve got him.” Knight and Rook moved away, and suddenly he was lifted into Bishop’s arms, being carried.

  Jason blinked, looked at Bishop. “Tel
l me you work out.”

  He loved training gym bunnies.

  Bishop laughed. “I do. We have a gym built in here, too.”

  Rook’s voice piped up, sounding proud. “He’s run Ironmans and everything.”

  “Cool.” He wasn’t little, but Bishop wasn’t struggling at all.

  “Don’t worry, I won’t be dropping you. I pump way more than you weigh on a regular basis. I like being able to carry my lovers around.”

  It was a little weird, really…being carried. A little unnerving.

  It wasn’t long before he was carried into a bedroom with the biggest bed he’d ever seen taking up a good portion of the room. Bishop put him down on the bed, and Rook immediately bounced on next to him.

  “Where did you get this bed?”

  Knight chuckled. “Had it made.”

  “Before we had it, we kept all disappearing into our own rooms after making love. That really puts a kink in the whole afterglow.” Rook snuggled up close to him.

  “You have your own room—we all do. This is the main room.” Knight settled on the edge of the bed, watching.

  “Someone get me the lube so I can get him ready for Bish.” Rook kept touching him, keeping his skin sensitized.

  He didn’t look to see who moved, if anyone. He focused on Rook, on the touches.

  “You’re so fucking pretty. I can’t believe you’re ours.”

  “I can’t believe any of this.”

  Knight chuckled as a cold tube rolled over his back toward Rook’s hand. “And this is just the beginning.”

  “It’s going to be so much fun, Jason. I promise.”

  “I’ll trust you.” That was it. He trusted Rook, those eyes.

  “I won’t lead you wrong.” Rook sealed the words with a kiss.

  He pushed into the kiss, the connection of their mouths safer than the idea of what Bishop wanted. He was moved, though, as Rook kissed him—that amazing mouth following his as four hands rolled him onto his stomach, then placed a pillow beneath his hips.

  He tensed—he couldn’t help it.

  Rook cuddled up to his side, and nuzzled against him, fingers gliding through his hair. “Shh. You liked Knight’s tongue inside you, right?”

  “I. Yeah. God.” What did that mean? Was he queer? Was he crazy?

  “This will be good, too. I promise.” Rook pressed kisses over his face.

  “Keep him nice and relaxed, Rookie.” Bishop’s fingers rubbed along his crack.