Room at the Edge

by Jane Davitt

  It was a fantasy setting, and though Jay didn’t think he would’ve liked their room at home to be like this, it was fun for a weekend.

  He submitted to being tucked into bed for a nap and drifted off listening to Austin discussing his shibari session with Liam, their voices lulling him to sleep.

  When he woke, it was with a mouth on him, licking his cock to full, aching hardness. The fire play had turned him on, but it’d been enough in itself and he hadn’t wanted more. Now he did, his arousal flaring bright and hot, and it seemed he was going to get it. He hummed his approval and reached down, eyes still closed, expecting to feel Austin’s hair, fine and soft, against his hand.

  Encountering short, thick hair instead had his eyes flying open, and he found himself staring into Austin’s eyes, his hand on Liam’s head.

  “Sir?”

  “Glad you’ve decided to join us,” Liam said after administering a final, lazy lick to Jay’s cock. “I was going to spank you awake, but Austin persuaded me not to.”

  Jay brushed a kiss over Austin’s lips and tried not to buck his ass up, demanding more attention from Liam. It wasn’t easy. Liam might’ve been relatively new to giving blowjobs and definitely happier on the receiving end, but he’d learned quickly how to make his two subs writhe and squirm for him. “How on earth did you manage that?”

  “I did what Sir was just doing to you,” Austin said succinctly.

  “I don’t know whether to say thank you or not,” Jay teased. “You cost me a spanking from Sir.”

  “Ungrateful brat,” Liam said and pushed him over on top of Austin before spanking his ass a few times, hard enough to sting. Liam rarely patted his ass. Even a playful spank tended to leave a lingering smart. “There. You got both. Satisfied now?”

  Jay kissed Austin since he was draped over him, making it count this time, a familiar shiver of arousal running through him at the taste of Austin’s mouth, then rolled to his back to grin up at Liam. “Thank you both.”

  “Better.” Liam seemed indecently cheerful, not that Jay was complaining about that. He just wished this wasn’t their last night at the bed-and-breakfast. There weren’t any clocks in the room, but he guessed it was still early evening since he was mildly hungry but not ravenous. Plenty of time for one last scene, and he knew what Liam was planning. The thought made him go light-headed with lust, his body suffused with desire spiced with apprehension. He’d wanted to do this for so long, and if it wasn’t as he’d imagined it to be, or if it hurt too much and he had to use his safe word—and he would—

  “Stop it,” Liam said, gripping Jay’s chin between finger and thumb. “I can see the wheels turning. Talk to me.”

  “I want to,” Jay said. Since he was already talking, he knew Liam would know what he meant. “I’m just, I guess…”

  “Worried,” Austin supplied. “And you don’t really worry about stuff.”

  “I worry sometimes,” Jay protested. “You make it sound like I’m some kind of…worry virgin.”

  Austin grinned. “I wouldn’t accuse you of being any kind of virgin.”

  “Except for this,” Liam said. “That’s what you’re fretting about, isn’t it?” He lowered his voice, and everything in the room shifted, focused. “Whether or not you can take my fist? No need to worry about that—you can. Because I say so.”

  Jay shivered and nodded, caught in Liam’s gaze and grateful to be trapped there.

  “Good.” Liam leaned in and kissed him even though the position was a little bit awkward, then gave him a stern look. “I’ve set some things out for you in the bathroom. Get yourself ready in there, and Austin and I will get ready for you out here.” As Jay got up to obey, Liam added, “And don’t worry.”

  That was easier said than done, Jay thought, but one look at the items Liam had laid out beside the bathroom sink provided a reasonable amount of distraction. The instructions for the enema kit were neatly smoothed out where he’d see them, which was good, since Jay had never actually used one. In fact, the thought of it was both intimidating and more than a little unpleasant.

  Still, he told himself, it would be worth it. Anything people wanted came with a price—for the most part—and this was a small one.

  It took longer than he’d hoped, but by the time Jay turned off the shower and reached for a towel, he was cleaner than he’d ever been in his life. He hadn’t been able to hear Liam and Austin over the sound of the water, but now he could hear Austin whimpering and Liam’s voice, hard and unforgiving. Jay’s cock perked up immediately, and any remaining apprehension faded away as he scrubbed himself dry and went to join them.

  Austin was being fucked by Liam. Jay had seen that happen often from a much closer vantage point, but from the bathroom door there was enough distance for him to take in the whole picture, and God, it was worth staring at.

  Austin was on his back, his hands under his knees, drawing them up and out, giving Liam access to his ass. Liam was taking full advantage of that, fucking Austin in slow, deep strokes, one hand caressing Austin’s rigid cock, the other resting over Austin’s right knee.

  Austin’s chest was flushed, partly from arousal, but Jay could see at least one handprint from a slap showing bright against Austin’s ribs. He wanted to go to his knees, crawl over to the bed, and wait for a signal from Liam to join them, but if he did that, he wouldn’t be able to see them like this, as an onlooker, and they were too erotic a sight to miss.

  He knew what the combination of dragging thrusts and those sharp slaps felt like, how they left him feeling unbalanced, clinging to Liam as the one certainty. From the way Austin was keening, his head thrown back, his hands clamped tight, he was close to coming, and Liam wasn’t allowing it. Watching Liam exercise the power they’d ceded to him never failed to arouse Jay.

  Liam paused, balls-deep in Austin’s ass, and stretched out his hand to Jay, beckoning him over with a flick of his fingers, never taking his gaze off Austin.

  Jay gave in to his need to abase himself, reveling in it, and made the short journey on his hands and knees, the carpet, soft against his feet, chafing his knees. The faint burn felt good, and he surreptitiously deepened it, digging his knees in as he crawled.

  “Austin’s being very vocal about how much he needs to come,” Liam said when Jay was on the bed, kneeling beside Austin, his hands behind him, his knees split wide. His voice was controlled, but to the point where Jay guessed Liam’s climax was as close as Austin’s. “I think he should be focused more on pleasing me.”

  “Sir, I want to, I do. Anything you want from me, it’s yours. Please.” Austin’s words were faltering, punctuated by gasps.

  Liam ran his finger around the head of Austin’s cock, through the clear liquid glossing it. He held the wet finger out to Jay, who bent forward and licked it clean. It felt like downing a shot of espresso, not the taste as much as the way it connected the three of them. He sucked the tip of Liam’s finger, swirling his tongue over it, wanting to prolong the moment, but Liam drew his finger away.

  “Anything,” Liam repeated reflectively and began to fuck Austin again. Jay could smell them both, the rich, musky scent reaching him with every breath and adding to his desire. “Maybe what would please me would be to come in you and leave you suffering like this, aching for release, your hole wet and dripping. I could have Jay suck you whenever your cock began to soften. Be kind and tie your hands in case you were tempted to touch yourself to end your ordeal. Keep you on the edge for hours until you were sobbing, desperate, hungry, so very fucking mine.”

  The last word was growled, not spoken, and Jay responded to that possessiveness even when it wasn’t directed at him, his heartbeat quickening, his asshole flexing as if Liam’s cock were spreading it, filling it.

  “Jay?” Liam didn’t spare him as much as a glance. “How much do you think I ought to torment Austin?”

  Jay wasn’t having an easy time focusing on the words—he was too turned on at the sight of Liam’s hips moving and the sound of Aus
tin’s gasps. “Um…however much pleases you, Sir.”

  Liam snorted and put his hands on Austin’s knees, widening the space between them until Austin’s thighs were trembling. He pulled back and fucked forward again, hard enough that it made Austin cry out. “Don’t you dare come,” Liam told Austin casually. Austin was shaking all over, and his cock was rigid. “There are so many things that might please me. Now I think I’d like to fuck you, Jay. Move over here beside Austin.”

  The lube felt shockingly cold against his ass, and the memory of what he’d done in the bathroom made Liam’s first thrust difficult to take. Jay tensed up, his stomach cramping again, though there was nothing left to expel.

  “Easy,” Liam said, briefly caressing Jay’s hip. Jay willed his body to accept Liam’s cock, helped by the fact that he did want it inside him, even if Austin was watching, curled up into a ball on his side, his arms wrapped around his knees, pure yearning in his eyes.

  Without pausing Liam reached over and pushed his fingers inside Austin’s hole. Jay couldn’t see how many, but from the way Austin cried out, his face contorting with pleasure, it was definitely more than one.

  “When I fist Jay, I want your arse filled too,” Liam told Austin, working his fingers in time with his steady, deep strokes into Jay. “There’s a plug in the bedside table. The blue one. Get it out and slick it up. Oh, and pass me some tissues.”

  The blue plug was big. Jay expected Austin to protest, but his murmured, “Yes, Sir,” came at once and sounded eager.

  Liam withdrew his fingers, wiped them on the tissues Austin presented to him, then settled more comfortably between Jay’s thighs. Jay tilted his ass up, enjoying himself now, forcing himself to stay in the moment. “I got a manicure this afternoon,” Liam said. “Not my first one by any means, but it’s the first time I’ve had one with an erection.” He held his right hand up for Jay to see, the nails trimmed short, scrupulously clean. “I couldn’t stop thinking about why I was doing it. What I was going to do to you.”

  “I’ve been thinking about it too.” Jay wet his lips. “I want it, Sir.”

  “I know. Are you looking forward to watching it, Austin?”

  Austin was lubing up the plug, his eyes downcast. At Liam’s question he glanced up. “Yes, but even if I wasn’t, I’d still ask to be here, Sir. It’s important to him.”

  “For me too,” Liam told him, his expression tender as he glanced at Austin. “Don’t think you’re just here to watch. You’re part of this too, love. It’s going to take a long time to do it safely, and Jay’s going to need your encouragement and support.” He withdrew from Jay, a slow, gradual slide out, and sat back on his heels. “Let’s get some towels on the bed and that plug in you, Austin.”

  The practicalities allowed Jay to distance himself from what was to come, but he was glad when they were over and the room lights had been turned off, apart from a bedside lamp that cast a soft light over the bed. In position, with Austin holding him, Jay felt ready for whatever was to come. He was peaceful, his breathing deep and even, though he could feel the faint hint of excitement underneath that.

  “We’ll start slowly,” Liam said. He’d washed his hands with hot water, so when he rested one on Jay’s thigh, it was still residually warm and felt soothing. “But if at any point it’s too much, too fast, you’re to say so at once. Are we clear on that? I know you can do this, but I don’t want to risk damaging you by not knowing when something’s crossed the line between pain and—well, between good pain and bad pain, I suppose. You know what I mean.”

  Jay did. “Yes, Sir. We’re clear. I just… I really want this. I do.”

  “I know. And you know that whatever you need, I’ll find a way to give it to you. It might not always be immediately, but in the long run.” Liam looked at him with a patient, steady gaze that would have taken away any lingering doubt Jay might have had.

  He didn’t have any, though. They were going to do this, the three of them. Together.

  “All right. Here we go.” Liam started with two fingers, which felt good enough that they had Jay moaning right away. Liam had big hands and thick, solid fingers. Two weren’t as wide as Liam’s cock, but then Liam’s cock couldn’t curve the way his fingers did. Liam knew exactly how to rub over Jay’s prostate, the perfect amount of pressure so Jay’s dick was like stone in only a few heartbeats. “You do like that, don’t you?” Liam didn’t touch Jay’s cock, but the way he looked at it, admiringly, made it feel like he had. “We all know you can take three without much trouble.”

  The third finger was a stretch, though; Jay had to breathe slowly through his nostrils until his body adjusted, which didn’t take more than a minute or two. “Feels good,” he said. “God, so good.”

  “Mm.” Liam’s eyes were shining, and he was as hard as Jay. He moved his fingers, fucking Jay with them, keeping them close together. “Four now.”

  It wasn’t a question, but Jay knew if he chose to treat it as one and ask for more time, he’d get it. Instead he asked, “Sir? Can Austin kiss me?”

  “Oh yes,” Liam said. “Whenever you like, Austin. Touch him, kiss him, talk to him.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Jay tilted his head back and let his lips touch Austin’s as Liam eased a fourth finger into what had to be a crowded space.

  It burned, his hole stretched as it’d never been before, but Liam pulled out an inch or two and added more lube, which helped.

  Jay closed his eyes, focusing on Liam’s hand and the sound of Austin breathing. He was acutely aware of them both, cradled, held by the two people he loved most. His arousal beat at him, but it was a distant drum, the sensations racing through him too overwhelming to leave room for desire.

  “Sir…” Was that his voice, drowsy, languid?

  “I’m right here. We both are.”

  Time spun by, his body suspended between a vast pleasure and a vague, easily ignored discomfort.

  Then Liam’s hand moved deeper still, and Jay caught his breath, feeling his body give way to that slow, inexorable push, knowing without looking that Liam’s hand was inside him to the wrist now, fingers that had been arrowed, straight, closing slowly into a fist.

  His breath left him in a rush, his hands clutching Austin’s arm as his eyes opened. He needed to see Liam. Had to not be alone in this.

  Liam wasn’t moving, not at all. Probably because he was waiting for Jay to do something, say something, but opening his eyes and remembering to breathe were pretty much the extent of Jay’s capabilities. He was overwhelmed, all of his insides feeling like they were pushed out of the way to make room for Liam’s fist, which still shouldn’t fit. It was so big—bigger than his cock by a mile. It made taking Liam’s cock and a dildo seem easy. It even felt bigger, or maybe just different, than having Liam’s cock and the dildo in him had.

  He lost himself in staring at Liam’s face, gaze moving from Liam’s eyes to the thin set of his lips to the lines on his forehead.

  “Jay,” Liam said softly. “Say something.”

  He couldn’t. He knew his lungs were working, had to be, because he hadn’t passed out, which he definitely would have done by now without air. But all his air was needed for breathing—he couldn’t spare any for talking.

  Liam’s arm muscles shifted, and Jay whimpered; okay, apparently he could make noise if it was involuntary. Liam froze again, and Jay managed with great effort to pant, “Don’t. Move.”

  “I won’t,” Liam immediately assured him. “Not until you tell me to. But you have to tell me something.”

  “It’s okay,” Austin crooned. Jay felt Austin’s lips pressed to his hair, his ear. “Everything’s fine. You’re okay. We’re both here. We’re right here with you.”

  “Scary,” Jay gasped. God, it felt like a baseball bat inside him, not Liam’s hand and wrist. “Didn’t…know it would be.”

  “You don’t have to be scared. Do you want Liam to stop?”

  Jay didn’t see the look Austin gave Liam over his shoulde
r, but he saw Liam’s answering one. “No! No. Don’t.” At that point it was more because he was afraid what would happen if Liam moved.

  “Do you want to know what it feels like for me?” Liam asked hesitantly.

  It was a welcome distraction to remember he wasn’t the only one going through something new and staggeringly overwhelming. Jay wet his lips, suddenly thirsty, though the last thing he wanted was to swallow anything. “Tell me.”

  Liam opened his mouth, gave a frustrated sigh, clearly searching for words, then tried again. “I can’t get past what I’m doing in some ways. My hand. In you. Jesus. I don’t want to hurt you, not like this, and I’m worried that I am, but there’s still something about it that’s one hell of a rush. I’m inside you, Jay. Part of you. Deep in you, where you’ve never been touched before. You’re so tight around me, like you don’t want to let me go.” His face twisted as if he were in pain. “When I pull out, I’m going to leave you empty, and I’m going to feel that I’ve lost something I can’t get back.”

  “You won’t,” Austin said, an unexpected note of authority in his voice. “Either of you. Lost, empty, alone—we’re never going to feel that way. There are three of us. We’re always going to have someone close by, someone loving us. We’re the lucky ones.”

  Liam’s wrist turned a little bit—not on purpose, Jay was sure, but one of his knuckles rubbed Jay’s prostate in a new and exciting way that made Jay’s mouth fall open in shock. “Oh God,” he said faintly. “I love you so much.”