One in Between: Those Other Books #2.5

by Roe Horvat

  He licked over Adam’s open hole and looked up at Tyler.

  “Switch places with me? You’ll eat his ass, and I’ll suck him until he comes again. Then you’ll fuck him.”

  “God. Yeah.”

  Tyler dove into Adam’s crease like he was starving, pushing his tongue inside with no preamble. Adam cried out at the assault, and his swollen cock jerked on his belly.

  Christoffer leaned over, kneeling next to Adam, one arm braced on the other side of Adam’s body, and sucked the head of Adam’s cock into his mouth. With Tyler’s tongue in his ass and Christoffer’s mouth tight around his erection, Adam’s desperate cries reached crescendo. He rattled the headboard again as he pleaded.

  “Fuck me, please, fuck me. Fuck! Me!”

  Christoffer sucked harder. He felt Tyler’s hand on his neck, squeezing and pushing down. He could have smiled at his friend’s bossy move, but instead, he relaxed his throat and let Adam’s cock lodge there as his beloved boy came, yelling for his life, his bound and helpless body shaking. Christoffer swallowed several times before he slid off and straightened. Tyler was still licking Adam’s softened hole, and Christoffer watched for a few seconds, stroking Adam’s bound legs, fascinated by his friend’s gentleness with his boy. Adam made all the men around him want to kneel and serve him, it seemed. Christoffer didn’t mind. It made him happy.

  “Fuck. Me. Please. I need…” Adam pleaded, voice quiet and hoarse.

  “I know,” Christoffer said. “Not long now, sweetheart.”

  He looked at his friend wordlessly. Tyler was suited-up and ready, kneeling in front of Adam’s spread body, waiting for permission. Christoffer handed him the lube bottle. Tyler inched closer, squeezed a generous amount directly on Adam’s pucker, and lathered his cock with the rest. He was meticulous, gently pushing the lube into Adam’s relaxed hole with his fingers. Adam shook the headboard again, muttering curses. Christoffer soothed Adam’s bound limbs while Tyler pushed the head of his cock into his boy.

  Adam gasped, eyes fast on Christoffer. Tyler braced his hands on Adam’s spread legs and thrust carefully. His jaw slacked with the onslaught of sensation.

  Somewhere in the back of his mind, Christoffer had feared this moment. He’d had his share of experiences and knew he wasn’t the jealous type. But this was Adam. Everything was different with Adam. Yet it wasn’t jealousy that squeezed his heart and took his breath away. He felt overwhelmed with love. His boy trusted him with his very soul. He was now folded in half, only his flexibility as a dancer allowing for his legs and arms to be tied like this, his body offered like this, and he was delirious. Tyler’s long cock glided in and out of Adam’s hole, and Adam gaped, his face slack with relief. Sweet boy, he’d needed so desperately. Christoffer caressed Adam’s soft cock, his balls, his exposed taint, feeling his friend’s cock move inside.

  “Chris, I’ll come,” Tyler warned.

  “Not yet. Hold on.”

  His friend slowed, retreating until only the head of his cock was inside Adam, and squeezed the base with his hand.

  “Fuck, guys, fuck…” he complained before he thrust back again slowly, circling his hips while deep inside Adam’s ass. “Adam, baby, your hole is pure magic.”

  Christoffer grinned at the praise. He knew. He untied Adam’s left ankle, carefully placing Adam’s leg down on the bed, Tyler catching the underside of his knee. Adam wasn’t in control of his body anymore and mewled as Tyler kept fucking him gently, with slow, shallow strokes.

  Untying the other ankle, Christoffer kissed Adam’s foot before he massaged the leg. “Back off, but stay inside him,” he instructed Tyler.

  Tyler dragged Adam’s lower body with him when he shuffled backward on the bed, until Adam’s tied arms were stretched above his head.

  Christoffer leaned toward Tyler and kissed him on the lips briefly. Tyler met his gaze. He was gritting his teeth with restraint.

  “Fuck him hard. And I mean hard. You can come.”

  “Dude, you two are killing me…”

  So strange. He knew what Tyler felt; Christoffer’s own need was like an echo. Adam bowed his back, pushing against Tyler’s thrusts until he got what he needed, and Tyler’s cock was sinking into him balls-deep on each stroke. The passion seemed to ricochet between the three of them, layer upon layer of lust, and Christoffer couldn’t help but stare for a while, until he saw Tyler’s rhythm falter. His friend might last two more minutes, but no more than that. Christoffer straddled Adam’s narrow torso. His boy felt it, and blind with arousal as he was, he still tilted his chin up and opened his mouth wide. Sounds were tearing out of his throat as Tyler fucked him.

  “Good boy,” Christoffer praised. He caressed the side of Adam’s face and slid his large cock into his boy’s mouth. His eyes fluttered before he refocused on Adam’s stretched lips. His boy was sucking on his cock like it was his sole source of life energy. He whimpered and licked the slit before he sucked again, mindless, and unbearably erotic. Christoffer grabbed the headboard and looked behind him to see Tyler plunging into Adam’s body, holding the boy’s legs under his knees, fucking him with abandon. Christoffer could feel the shocks of those wild thrusts vibrating through Adam’s body, his mouth and into Christoffer’s own cock.

  Tyler roared with the intensity of his orgasm, and he didn’t relent his assault on Adam’s body as he threw his head back. He forced into Adam’s hole a few more times, hard jabs of his long cock, and Adam sobbed around Christoffer’s erection in his mouth.

  Christoffer knew the moment Tyler retreated from Adam’s body because his boy whined with need and licked Christoffer’s cock, his eyes wide open and pleading. Christoffer thrust one last time, as deep as he could into Adam’s mouth, and his boy gasped for breath on the retreat. Rolling Adam’s body so he could get behind him, Christoffer repositioned them until he spooned his boy. Adam tugged at the rope binding his wrists to the headboard. He was impatient. Christoffer couldn’t wait.

  “Ty?”

  Tyler was curled on his side, stroking Adam’s cock, which had hardened again. He snapped from his post-orgasmic lethargy upon hearing his name.

  “Yeah?”

  “Hold him for me.”

  Tyler rose until he sat sideways and grabbed Adam’s leg, holding him open. Christoffer lubed up quickly, his boy’s needy sounds spurring him on.

  Finally, oh finally, he slid into Adam, skin to skin. Home. Adam pushed his ass out, straining toward his man, and groaned his approval.

  “God, you’re hot,” Tyler murmured watching them with a satisfied smile. He kissed Adam’s ankle and stroked down his leg as he held him spread out for Christoffer.

  The slick heat around Christoffer’s cock was delicious, and he kissed Adam’s neck, licking his boy’s skin, biting the tendons. God, he was in love, he was so in love. And his body was drowning in pleasure, the feelings too intense, the connection too tight.

  “Ty, I won’t last. I need you to suck him again. I want him to come one more time.”

  Tyler obeyed immediately; he let go of Adam’s leg, letting Christoffer hold it underneath the boy’s knee, and he lowered himself to take Adam’s hard cock into his mouth.

  Adam cried out, his voice breaking. Christoffer knew the sound. Now he could let go. His boy was locked in ecstasy, taken care of, used, tainted, and worshipped. Listening to the music of Adam’s sexual trance, he fucked his boy as if they were dancing, feeling the bond between them like a force sucking him deeper into Adam’s body on every stroke until he couldn’t resurface. He stayed there, his cock lodged inside his sweetheart, and he shook with the force of his love. Adam’s body tightened around him, and his boy shouted with his own orgasm. Christoffer spilled inside him, clutching Adam’s body to his, and his mind went blank except for the incessant chant: mine, mine, mine…

  “Yours,” Adam murmured as if he’d heard Christoffer’s thoughts.

  Christoffer felt Tyler’s hand slide down his side and he grabbed it, clutching his friend’s fingers. He p
eeled his eyes open with some trouble and saw Tyler lying flush to his boy’s side, hugging them both, Adam’s head under his chin. He’d already untied Adam’s hands. Their eyes met over Adam’s head, and Tyler smiled softly.

  “Thank you,” Christoffer mouthed.

  “Thank you,” Tyler mouthed back and closed his eyes.

  Adam seemed to return slowly to the present, still shaky and disoriented. He turned his head, scanned Christoffer’s expression as if checking something, and closed his eyes again. He snuggled deeper into their hold.

  3

  Adam woke up because of the stifling heat. He had no idea what the time was, but it was still dark. He struggled to move, which was when he realized he was lodged between two bodies.

  Damn.

  He tugged the covers down a little and relaxed back into the mattress. Tyler shifted behind him. Kissing Christoffer’s sternum, Adam sighed and inhaled deeply. They smelled of sex, and Adam’s brain flooded with images from last night. Well, not images. He’d seen very little—flashes of skin, faces, limbs at strange angles—but he remembered the feeling. When he’d been strapped into position, and Tyler had entered him under Christoffer’s orders…

  So strange. So mind-numbingly hot. He’d given Christoffer absolute power over his body. “You can touch him how I tell you to,” his master had said.

  Adam had no idea why submitting like this made him wild with arousal. It just did. Maybe it was Christoffer’s easy acceptance of Adam’s darkest fantasies, though Adam rarely saw them as dark anymore. He saw only bright colors and golden light behind his eyelids, and when he’d come the second time, with both men’s mouths on him…

  Jesus. His hole clenched when he thought of it. Tyler had fucked him like a machine as Christoffer had slid his cock between Adam’s lips. Fucked with one big cock, gagged with another. No, there was nothing dark about it. No shame, no regret. Only bone-deep joy. Another man in their bed was just a gift from themselves to themselves.

  He was safe. And sore. Deliciously sore. They hadn’t even bothered to clean up. Adam found it both hot and a little disgusting. The dry crusts of come on his chest and ass itched, and he grinned to himself.

  Tyler’s arm reached over Adam’s body to run his hand down Christoffer’s side. Christoffer hummed; Adam tilted his head up as his man blinked awake.

  Christoffer smiled down at him and kissed his forehead. In seconds, Adam was lost again with Tyler’s hot erection against his ass and Christoffer’s cock sliding along his own.

  “We’re a mess,” Christoffer mumbled, laughter in his voice, and he thrust against Adam as Tyler pressed from the other side. Adam moaned. He didn’t mind being flattened by these two. His balls tingled, his nipples too, and his cock pulsed.

  “Shower, c’mon.” Christoffer sat up abruptly. Adam groaned and stretched, then whined at the loss of warmth as Tyler rolled away as well. Christoffer walked around the bed and reached for Adam’s arm, tugging him up by his wrist.

  They stumbled into the bathroom, Adam giggling sleepily, Tyler yawning. Christoffer turned on the water, and Tyler barged into the stall as if he owned the place, nudging Christoffer aside.

  “Hey!” Christoffer protested, laughing.

  Tyler scrubbed at his face and shook his head under the water.

  “Now, I’m awake,” he mumbled.

  Adam squeezed around him and into Christoffer’s arms, the warm water streaming down his back. He sighed. Christoffer’s hands ran up and down his body, strong, sure, and rough; Adam would never get tired of the feeling. With Tyler’s lips on his neck, Adam’s knees wobbled, and his brain fogged up again, or maybe it had never cleared. He just drifted between sleep and mind-numbing arousal, the warm water and slick, soapy hands all over his skin… He struggled for a breath, blindly reaching around himself for something to grab and stay upright, but suddenly he didn’t have to.

  He leaned his head back against a wide shoulder, a thick arm around his torso, another lifting his thigh. He might be levitating; he didn’t know and didn’t care. Someone kissed him, and he chased after those familiar lips and tongue only to find another taste, exotic and confusing, the kiss more aggressive, foreign, and erotic. He gasped, drowning. Christoffer’s beard tickled his cheek, his man’s voice in his ear.

  “I’m here, love. I’m holding you.”

  But it was Tyler who kissed him, deeper, wilder, insistent. He bit Adam’s upper lip. “You’re gorgeous, so hot. I want to fuck you again. Do you think you could take us both? Two cocks in your hole. Imagine that…”

  Adam imagined, Tyler’s words wreaking havoc on his system as Christoffer growled in his ear. Adam wanted it. He wanted it with his eyes covered and hands bound, legs spread limply, being ripped apart by two men, big and dangerous. He wanted to scream…he craved that. More, more, more of everything. Was he even awake or was this just another dream? But no; no dream felt like this.

  He’d never been loved like this, worshipped like this. He trusted Christoffer, and so he trusted Tyler by proxy. Last evening, he’d needed the rules; he’d needed Christoffer’s strong voice to keep him calm. He had to stay within the safety of hard limits. Now, it didn’t matter.

  He kissed Tyler and felt the man’s cock push against his own, and there wasn’t a hint of doubt or fear in his body.

  “You’d love that, sweetheart, wouldn’t you? You’d love two cocks in you.” It was his master who spoke. Adam could want anything. Everything was allowed. Nothing was dark or shameful. He would do that one day. Let Christoffer hold him, fuck him slow and deep until he was loose like jelly, and then he would feel another hard length forcing its way in, the stretch impossible… One day.

  A thick cock in his crease, another alongside his own erection, a firm fist squeezing them together, stroking, slick with soap, hot… He was desperate, his hole clenching at nothing, his confused muscles trembling, and he pleaded for help until the warm tendrils traveled from his cock into his underbelly, spread from his center through his heart until they tore out of his throat. Not an inch of his skin left uncovered, he was cocooned in caressing hands, vast planes of hard bodies, and streams of warm water. Bliss.

  ***

  He didn’t remember anything after he came. When he awoke, it was morning, he lay on his stomach, and Christoffer’s fingers weaved through his hair.

  “Morning, sweet boy.”

  He rolled and blinked.

  “I love you,” he blurted, no conscious thought driving his words.

  Christoffer smiled and gathered him in his arms, pressing him closer to his wide, warm chest.

  “My treasure,” he whispered. “How are you feeling?”

  Adam took a few breaths, inspecting his body, wiggling his toes and snuggling closer to Christoffer.

  “Sore. Fantastic. I love you,” he repeated because it felt like it needed saying more often.

  His man hummed, trailing soft kisses into Adam’s hair and along his forehead. “God, Adam, you make me so happy.”

  Adam smiled, satisfied with himself. There it was, his new purpose in life. And he was excellent at it, it seemed.

  4

  Christoffer found Tyler in the kitchen, fully dressed, a cup of coffee in his hand. His friend was a little flushed and more than a little restless.

  “Sleep okay?” Christoffer asked while he stumbled toward the coffee machine.

  “Like a baby,” Tyler said, his smirk forced and uncertain. He shifted from foot to foot.

  Christoffer snorted.

  Tyler had moved to the guestroom after they’d showered last night. He’d claimed he wouldn’t be able to rest with all three of them in the same bed. Maybe it was consideration, showing he still respected them as a couple by discreetly putting himself back into the friend zone. Christoffer sensed the real reason was Tyler was a little scared and overwhelmed. Christoffer couldn’t blame him. Last night had been intense, and he’d been glad to be left alone with his boy for the rest of the night.

  “Where’s Adam?” Tyle
r asked.

  “Upstairs. He wanted to shave.”

  “Okay.”

  Christoffer flashed him a look. “He’s fine. Don’t worry.”

  Tyler nodded and sipped his coffee.

  Christoffer made two cups—one with milk for Adam and one black for himself—and gestured for Tyler to go outside. The morning was warm, and he wanted to enjoy the outdoors as much as possible before the oppressive autumn winds arrived.

  Tyler leaned back in his chair and exhaled loudly.

  Before Tyler relaxed too much, Christoffer asked, “On a scale from one to ten, how freaked out are you right now?”

  Tyler chuckled, shaking his head. “Seven?”

  Christoffer smiled at his friend’s honesty. “You’ll be fine.”

  “Can we do this again sometime?”

  Did he want to? Sure. But maybe not with Tyler. While it felt safe with someone so close to them already, Tyler seemed quite rattled by the experience. “It’s up to Adam.”

  Fiddling with the handle on his coffee cup, Tyler gazed into the distance and squinted. “It’s maybe best to take a break after this, right?” he said quietly.

  “You look like you need it, yeah.”

  “What is it about him? He’s like…I don’t even have words. How the hell do you deal with that?”

  “Deal with what?”

  “With Adam being…Adam.”

  Christoffer laughed at Tyler’s explanation. “Dude, you’re going to have to be more specific if you want an answer.”

  Tyler took a deep breath and braced his hands on his knees. It took a minute before he spoke again. “He’s the embodiment of every erotic fantasy every gay man has had for the past one thousand years. It’s like someone scanned all the brains, distilled the sexual energy and stuffed it into one lithe body. It’s a mystery he hasn’t exploded into a giant rainbow yet. How the fuck do you handle that?”

  Quite an accurate description. Sometimes it unsettled Christoffer he wasn’t the only one who saw Adam for the miracle he was. On the other hand, Adam had chosen Christoffer; he should be satisfied with that.