by Sean Michael
“I have next week's lesson plan already done, same with the correcting. I'm free from now until Monday morning.”
“I'll be there in twenty minutes.” Grey was already standing beside his chair, fingers in his waistband shifting the plug, making him whimper.
“Oh...” Whit gasped. “What is Grey doing to you?”
“You can ... a plug, Whit. It's in me. So fucking sweet. He's moving it.” He moaned long and low.
“Oh ... Oh, Raine, I can imagine how you look. Flushed and wanting.”
“God, yes. Oh ... Oh, shit. Whit. Grey. Oh...” He rocked, toes curling, body arching.
“So beautiful together, Raine.”
“Yes. I ... I need ... Please, Grey. Please.” He licked his lips, bucking up into Grey's hand. “I want to go get our Whit.”
Whit half sobbed, half laughed. “Oh, Raine, I don't think it's safe for you to drive just now.”
Grey chuckled low. “If he takes a cab, I promise to let him play with you as soon as he gets here.”
Whit gasped on the other end of the line. “I'll be there in fifteen minutes.” And the line went dead.
“He's on his way...” Grey nodded, pulled him up for a hard kiss.
“Don't come, Raine. Save it. Let Whit see you, all needy and waiting.” Grey stripped him, then bent him over the sofa so that his plugged ass would be the first thing Whit saw. It was delicious, being offered up to their lover. The wait was tortuous but finally the knock came at the door. Grey patted his ass on the way to answer the door. “He's home, beautiful.”
“Grey.” Whit's voice was still husky, the sound of his bag dropping at the door loud. Then he could hear Grey kissing their lover.
“Missed you, Whit.” The simple words, so rare from his guarded twin, drew goose bumps up along his skin.
“Oh, Grey, I missed you, too. Both of you. Where's...” The words ended on a gasp. “Raine!”
“Whit...” He spread his thighs, hips tilting. “Whit.”
“Oh my god, look at you.” He heard Whit's footsteps and then felt the heat of his lover's hand as it trailed slowly along one ass cheek.
He whimpered softly, shuddering at the touch. “Missed you. Need. Oh, god, I need.”
“Grey?” Whit asked.
Grey's chuckle was warm and evil and then familiar fingers rocked the plug, making him jerk and cry out.
“Oh! So beautiful.”
“He is. Touch him, Whit. He's been so good, waiting for you.”
Whit's hands slid along his buttocks, warm and gentle, Whit moaning softly. “Oh Raine.”
It made the touch that followed unexpected, Whit following Grey's example and moving the plug inside him.
“Oh! Oh, Whit! Yes!” From the corner of his eye he could see Grey slowly stripping Whit down, baring that pale skin to them. Whit pushed the plug deeper, jostling his gland. He spread wide, entire body begging now, hips and spine undulating, needing more and now and please. Whit whimpered, naked body pressing close, legs warm against his own, one hand hot in the small of his back. The other hand kept manipulating the plug, pushing and twisting it while Whit gasped and moaned.
“Oh ... Oh fuck ... I need ... I need...” He was sobbing, calling out, and then Grey stood before him, hands in his hair, easing him up so that hard cock was at his lips.
“We'll give you what you need, love.”
Whit cried out, the plug inside him pushing deeper, hard. “Oh, Grey ... what do you want me to do?”
“Take him, Whit. The rubbers are right there.” Grey's voice was a low growl, hips moving slow and steady.
He heard the sound of the foil tearing and then the plug was pulled from his body. “Oh, Raine. Grey. Raine.” Then Whit was pushing into him with a groan.
He sucked hard, body growing tight, pulling at both cocks, welcoming them into his body. His need doubled, trebled, caught between such want. Whit fucked him with slow thrusts, hands gripping his hips while Grey matched Whit's rhythm, pushing deep in his throat. Raine relaxed into it, letting them take him, send him flying.
Sweet sounds drifted around them as Whit drove the pace faster, harder.
“Touch him, Whit. He needs to come with us.” Oh, Grey was so good to him, so very good.
“Oh, yes.” Whit's voice held such need in it and then one slender hand wrapped around his cock, pulling with the same rhythm they were fucking him with.
“Soon,” whispered Whit. “I'm coming soon.”
Grey pushed, growling agreement, while one dark hand found his pierced nipple and tugged. Hard. Raine clenched down on both shafts, body convulsing as he shot hard, swallowing as Grey filled his mouth. Heat pulsed inside him, their Whit's sweet cry filling the air.
They all panted together, then he heard Grey's chuckle. “Hey Whit.”
“Oh. Hi Grey.” Whit laughed softly, kissing his spine before whispering, “I'm going to come out now, Raine.”
He moaned softly as Whit and Grey pulled away and left him shaking. “Oh ... Oh, welcome back, Whit.”
Grey's hand soothed him, helped him stand. “Bath, I think. I'll wipe up the couch and bring some juice in.”
The room spun as the blood rushed to his head and he leaned into Whit, breathing hard. “Yes. Help me, Whit? Dizzy.”
“Dizzy?” Whit's arms came around him, their lover fussing. “Are you all right? You should sit down, put your head between your knees.”
“No. Let's relax in the big tub. Grey will bring the juice and a snack.” He grinned and took a soft kiss. “I was just having a head rush.”
“All right, lets get you to the tub then.” Whit supported him all the way, worrying and fussing and caring so very sweetly for him.
They got settled into the tub, the jets rushing the water around them and he finally got to focus on Whit. “Mmm ... how are you, Whit? How have you been? We've missed you.”
“I missed you both as well,” Whit told him, fingers stroking over his cheeks. “You sure know how to make a man feel welcome.”
He caught those fingers with his lips, nibbling. “Good. We wanted you to feel good.”
Whit chuckled, cheeks pinking. “You certainly succeeded.”
“Mm ... have you eaten yet? Do you need supper?” He slid closer, almost in Whit's lap.
Whit's hands moved over his skin. “I didn't eat—I just wrapped up everything I had to do this weekend and then called.” That lovely blush grew darker. “I was eager to see you.”
Grey's voice slid through the steam. “We'll order in later.” His heartbeat appeared, a pitcher of orange juice and three glasses on a tray, along with a bowl of icy-cold cantaloupe. Perfect. Whit smiled at Grey and shifted slightly closer to make room. Grey put the tray down and then slid in, rumbling softly at the heat. “Good.”
Raine chuckled and nodded. “Yes, my Grey. It is.” He leaned against Whit, slowly feeding the melon to those smiling lips.
“You make me feel so sensuous and decadent,” Whit murmured.
“Life's supposed to be experienced, felt. We try to remember that always.” He leaned in, licked the melon juice off Whit's lips.
Whit moaned. “I feel as if I've only been half alive until I met you.”
Whit's eyes closed and his head tilted, mouth opening as they kissed. The kiss was soft, sweet with fruit and happiness and desire. Whit hummed, the noise happy and good. When the kiss ended, Raine shifted, turning Whit for Grey's kisses, Grey's heady attention.
“Oh...” Whit smiled at his twin and then pressed eagerly against Grey as the kiss began.
Raine poured a glass of juice, watching Grey dissolve Whit with one needy kiss after another, hands dark against the pale skin. Grey had Whit moving, breathless and groaning. He reached out, traced the cold glass along Whit's exposed spine. Whit jerked and moaned audibly into Grey's mouth. He laughed softly, then did it again, following the cold with his hot tongue.
“Raine!” Whit shivered beneath his attentions, pushing back against him and then forward into Grey again.<
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“Mmm ... yes, Whit?” He repeated the sensations.
“You make me need, Raine.”
“And Grey? What does Grey do for you?”
“He makes me dream of things I don't think I'd ever even imagined.”
He heard Grey's purr, knew his Grey was pleased, hand wrapping around Whit's head and tugging him in for another kiss. One of Whit's hands wrapped around Grey's shoulders, the other reached back for him.
He moved into the embrace, tongue and lips joining their kiss, making two three. Whit kissed them enthusiastically, not playing favorites, seeming to want them equally. Raine snuggled against Grey and took a drink of juice offering sips to his lovers, feeding them with his mouth. Whit was practically purring, sharing himself with them, taking everything they chose to share with him.
They loved one another until the water started to chill, until they were pruning up. By then Whit was hard again, shivering as much from want as from the cold. They stumbled out of the tub, managing to get dry before they landed on the bed, Grey fighting him for a taste of Whit's cock. Whit's hands wrapped in their hair, hips pushing up as sweet moans filled their apartment. “Oh, Grey! Raine!”
Their mouths met over the tip of Whit, pulling and sucking, bodies sliding against Whit's legs.
“Oh, my God, you're amazing. Oh.” Whit whimpered, hips moving, trying to push his cock into their mouths. Grey moved down, relinquishing the tip to him while those velvet soft sacs and inner thighs were licked and laved.
“Oh, so good.” Whit moved against them, with them, soaking up the pleasure they offered. He purred around the heated flesh, sucking happily, hands caught in Grey's hair.
“I'm going to come,” murmured Whit, body writhing beneath their attentions. Raine pulled away with a sob, stroking Whit off, wanting a taste so badly. Whit called out, pushing up hard into his hand and coming, heat spilling over his hand.
Raine inhaled deeply, shivering. “Oh ... Oh, God. I want ... Our tests are a month old. You?”
“Tests? What tests?” Whit was dazed, still reeling from his orgasm.
Grey took a kiss, licking at Whit's lips. “Eager Raine. Tests for disease. He wants to taste you.”
“Oh!” Whit shivered, his cock twitching. “Um ... I get one done at my checkup every year ... almost four months ago now. But I haven't ... you're the first in almost a year.”
“We were clean. We haven't found anyone but you here. We wanted you.” He moaned, whispering over Whit's skin.
“I was clean, too. But four months...” Whit brought his mouth up, kissed him and looked into his eyes, into Grey's. “I should be tested again first.”
“Soon, Whit. Please.” He bit one hard nipple. “We want you.”
Whit jerked. “There is a clinic near the school. I could go on Monday at lunch. Or ... there's one in the town center that's open on weekends. I could go tomorrow. I just don't want anything to happen to either of you because of me.”
“We'll all go. Just because.” Grey's voice was low, sure. “Tomorrow.”
“All right.” Whit nodded and their lover's hands slid over them, over him and Grey.
“Yes. Tomorrow. Tonight ... Pizza party!” He grinned at Grey, a sudden pleasure filling him.
“More finger food!” exclaimed Whit, sounding delighted.
“Mmm ... breadsticks, too. And those fried cheese things.” Grey was snuggling with Whit, eyelids heavy.
“Ginger ale,” added Whit, pressing a kiss to Grey's forehead and giving him a grin.
“Cheesecake for des...” Raine and Whit both laughed as sleep took Grey quickly, as it always did.
He grinned and reached for the phone. “Yes. Cheesecake for dessert.
March
Grey curled up in the bed, wearing only his linen pants, intent on taking a nap before Raine brought Whit home. The salad was in the refrigerator, the lasagna warming in the oven. The wine was chilled, the berry tart cooling. Everything was ready for tonight. Even Raine had been bouncing, packing the condoms away after receiving Whit's email. Hell, he wouldn't be surprised if Whit didn't come twelve times before they ever left that little house.
The only thing left was a long nap while he waited for his men to come home.
He couldn't have been asleep very long when Whit's sweet kisses woke him up. Warm and wet and Whit through a curtain of sleep. Grey purred, curling towards Whit, arm wrapping around his lover, lips parting.
Whit made a soft, happy noise, pressing close. The kiss went on and on and then Whit pulled back, licking at his lips. “Good evening, Grey.”
“Mmm ... Whit. Taste good. How was your week?” His hands started working off Whit's clothes, searching for skin.
“Long. They're always long now.”
“Yes. Just like ours. Just waiting for our Whit to come home to us.” He purred and rumbled, sighing as Raine's heat covered his back.
Whit kissed him again, hot and eager, edged with hunger. “This week seemed especially long.”
“Yeah?” He got Whit's shirt off, shifting so Raine could remove his pants.
Whit nodded. “I got the results back on Thursday morning and all I could think was how I wanted to come here and do everything we do, only without condoms.” Whit pushed their chests together, skin sliding on skin. “It's very hard to concentrate with what feels like a permanent hard-on. I almost called in sick today.”
“Maybe we'll all call in on Monday.” He took another kiss and another as Raine climbed over him to remove Whit's jeans. His twin was starving, hungry for the taste of that cock.
Whit's hands were pushing past the waistband of his pants, sliding around his cock. He purred, arching into the touch. Then they were all naked, rubbing and gasping, arching and moaning as skin met skin. Whit's hand moved on his cock, sweet kisses taking his mouth. He could feel Raine worming between them, hair slick and cool on his thighs as that hungry mouth slid up Whit's cock. Whit's gasp pushed into his mouth, the hand around his cock tightening.
He reached down, hands tangling in Raine's hair, fingers just touching the hollowed cheeks. Whit began to whimper, hips moving, pushing that lovely cock in and out of Raine's mouth.
“Hungry.” He growled long and low, mouth sliding over Whit's skin.
“Oh yes.” Whit's hand was still wrapped around his cock. “Me, too. You know ... oh, Raine! If we ... shifted we could all taste...”
“Mm...” His mouth found a nipple, started pulling, tasting.
Whit groaned and shuddered. “Oh. Good.”
He nodded, teeth tugging that hard bit of flesh, making Whit feel it, feel them.
“Oh, Raine. Coming. Soon.” He surged up, took the kiss he wanted, he needed. Whit came, crying out into his mouth and shaking hard.
As soon as Raine relaxed under his hand, Grey tugged his brother up, tasting Whit on those hot, swollen lips, tasting the salt and bitter and need there.
Whit moaned and the hand around his cock found purpose again, found a rhythm. He rocked into the touches, biting and growling into Raine's lips, hunger overwhelming, desperate. Then it was Whit pushing between him and Raine, taking his prick in.
Grey arched, his cry echoing through the apartment, broken and needy and shaped like Whit's name. Whit sucked him hard, head bobbing up and down with an enthusiastic rhythm. His hips found that rhythm, answered it, pleasure filling him with a swiftness that he hadn't felt since he was a teenager, always hard and always wanting. Whit hummed around his cock, making his flesh vibrate.
Raine took his mouth, dark eyes that were more familiar than his own shining for him as he came hard, pushing deep into Whit's mouth, as Whit's throat swallowed around him.
Sweet noises drifted up as Whit pulled off him, lips lingering to press kisses on his flesh. He floated, purring and rumbling as he cuddled, nuzzling open-mouthed into soft skin, warm skin, rich skin, paledarksaltydelicious skin.
“Oh, that was nice,” murmured Whit. “So good.”
He nodded, moving until Whit was between
them, until he and Raine could share the cool, pale body.
“A nap?” Whit suggested softly. “Before we eat ... again?”
Raine's chuckle and the blankets falling over the top of them was all the answer anyone needed.
* * * *
Whit sat in the dark, in between Raine and Grey. The movie was an indie film that had the critics raving. He couldn't quite figure out why. It wasn't very good.
On the other hand, even after spending several weekends with the twins, sitting in the dark between them was something not to be missed. That was very good. Grey's hand was in his lap, moving slowly along his inner thigh. Raine's was in his hair, sliding slow and easy. His own hands had found their homes on the twins’ legs, fingers stroking, petting solid thighs.
“Mmm...” Grey's purr tickled his neck, lips ghosting over his jaw. A soft shudder went through him, his cock starting to fill.
Raine's chuckle was pure sex. “Watch the movie, you two.”
“Why?” Grey's mouth fastened over the vein in his throat, sucking lightly. He gasped softly, hands tightening on their legs. He couldn't figure out why either. It was an awful movie. Grey's tongue licked at his ear, purr hungry.
He turned his head, searching for Grey's mouth in the dark. Grey met him, lips open, tongue pushing deep. He moaned, lips wrapping around Grey's tongue and sucking it deeper still. He drew Grey's purr into him, too, with those hands sliding up his torso, teasing him.
He was glad suddenly that they'd sat in the very back of the theatre. His nipples were stroked and plucked, the kiss never ending, growing heady and wild. He spread his legs as far as he could, but he was bound on either side by the seat. His hips pushed up into the air.
“You two...” Raine's voice floated over, husky and teasing, hand cupping his balls, teeth sharp on his shoulder. Oh, they made him fly. They made him want to do more than just neck, even if they were in public.
Someone's hand slid behind him, cupping his ass, fingers pushing into his crease. God, their hands were everywhere. He should protest they were going to far, that they should just leave, but he didn't want to. Excitement slid down his spine and settled with the arousal in his balls, making him need.
