by Sean Michael
“I want to climb into the two of you and never come out.”
“You are ours, Whit. Ours.” He took another kiss and another, groaning as Grey's fingers unfastened his jeans and lips brushed the shaft of his cock.
Whit's hand slid down his chest and played with the base of his cock, fingers stroking up along it occasionally to tease along the places where Grey's mouth met his skin.
“Even when I can't see it with my eyes you two are beautiful together,” Whit whispered into his mouth.
“Oh, Whit. Love you.” He pushed into Whit's mouth with a sob as Grey shifted, mouth dropping over his cock. One of Whit's fingers was caught inside Grey's mouth, tight against the side of his cock. His hips shifted, pressing up into Grey's mouth. His head was filled with his lovers, his men, his family.
Whit's mouth left his, traveling down his neck, tongue teasing his skin.
“Whit ... love.” He leaned back, hand sliding down Whit's back, the other petting Grey's head.
“Tell me,” Whit asked, words whispering over his nipple. “How does his mouth feel? Talk to me, Raine.”
“Hot. Oh, Whit. His tongue is the softest thing I know, so gentle, so warm. He makes me ache inside. Can ... oh, my Grey, my love, I can feel you pulling me inside. Deep inside.” He gasped as his words made Grey moan.
Whit was moaning, too, the sound vibrating against his nipple. Whit started pulling on his skin, tugging him between soft lips.
“Oh! Whit! Grey! So good. You make me ache, make me need. My loves. My loves.” He was babbling, purring and moving against his men's bodies.
It was Whit's hands that slid down and finished the job of tugging off his jeans. Whit's fingers were so warm as they slid beneath his buttocks, pulling him up, pulling his cock deeper into Grey's mouth.
“Oh...” Grey swallowed hard and he came with a sob, breath catching in his chest.
Whit's mouth closed over his again, stealing that breath from him and then feeding it back to him, colored with the taste of his lover. “So beautiful,” Whit whispered.
“Feels so good, my Whit.” He reached down, stroked Grey's hair. “My Grey.”
Whit gave him another kiss and then moved, going back to nuzzling Grey's stomach. Grey settled into his lap, moaning softly as Whit tasted the ripples in that beautiful belly.
“He likes that Whit. He looks so peaceful, so happy.”
Whit chuckled against Grey's skin, the sound sending more ripples through the muscles. “I'm not sure peaceful is quite what I was hoping for...”
“No? He does, though. He looks like he's happy right where he is. Content. In love.”
Grey's cheeks heated, eyes closed. Whit smiled up at him and then started to lick at Grey's belly some more, hips rubbing against Grey's leg. “In love is good. Happy is good.”
Whit's mouth moved down, teasing along the waistband of Grey's pants. “What about aroused? Does he look like he wants me, Raine?”
“Always, Whit. Our Grey longs for your touch.” It was true, too. His Grey, his ground, his heartbeat, had fallen in love. It was beautiful and rich, wrapping them all together in webs of silk.
Whit moaned softly, tongue making the skin near Grey's waistband shine. He could see Whit's fingers trying to undo the button of Grey's pants. He reached down with the ease of years of practice and popped the button, running his hands back up Grey's skin that was so much cooler than his own, softer.
Whit gasped and his open mouth closed over the tip of Grey's cock.
“Oh, Whit, you should see him. Lips open, lost in your mouth...” Grey was moaning, body rocking slow and easy into Whit's mouth.
Brown eyes looked up at him, glittering. One of Whit's hands slid along his thigh, the other found one of Grey's nipples. Grey reached up, tugging on his pierced nipple, completing their circle of pleasure. It was Whit's voice that called out, brown eyes fastened on him.
He gasped as Grey pulled again, Whit's eyes flashing. “Need ... need to get yours done, Whit. You could feel ... feel this.”
Whit whimpered around Grey's cock and started to hump against Grey's legs, hand opening and closing on his thigh.
“Oh ... that makes him hot, my Grey. The thought of your ring piercing him, buried in his flesh.”
“Yes. Beautiful.” Grey growled low, pushing into Whit's mouth.
Whit's head started to bob up and down, his eyes dropping closed as he worked Grey's cock hard.
“Whit.” Grey groaned, neck arching, shudders rocking the long body.
It was beautiful, so sweet. So right. Them. Together. Whit made a sound, soft and rumbling around Grey's cock, his fingers plucking at Grey's nipple.
Grey groaned and Raine smiled, fingers moving alongside Whit's. “Maybe one for you too, Grey? A barbell for this sweet nipple?”
Whit gasped, mouth going slack as he called out, ass moving up and down quickly as he rubbed frantically against Grey's legs.
Grey jerked, coming with a groan, seed spilling from the corner of Whit's lips. Whit sucked a moment longer and then let Grey slip from his mouth, lapping and cleaning Grey's cock with his tongue, body otherwise boneless and lax against Grey.
Raine sighed, happy and sated, stroking Whit and Grey slow and easy, petting them both. “I love you.”
“Yes,” Whit said softly, resting his head against Grey's belly. “I love you.”
Grey's kiss was soft. “So good. Welcome home, Whit.”
A soft shudder went through Whit, his eyes closing for a moment. When they opened again they were bright with unshed tears. “Home.”
“Yes, my love. Home.”
He held on tight. His Grey was home. His Whit was home. He was home.
Bookshelves and dusting and wardrobes and their own spaces, that was good. This ... the three of them wrapped up together, this was everything.
Their everything.
August
He stretched out on the bed and unzipped his fly, wrapping one hand around his aching cock and pulling in a strong, steady rhythm guaranteed to get him off.
Thank God for lunch hours.
Raine was usually ready and willing to come upstairs for a lunchtime quickie—hell, it happened four or five times a week. Not today, though. Today his twin had a lunch appointment and he was at loose ends, left high and dry, so to speak.
Raine would have to pay for that, of course. Tonight. They needed to test out the new wrist restraints they'd had delivered anyway, but right now? Right now Grey just needed a nice orgasm.
Or two.
He pushed his pants farther down, kicking them off.
There was a noise, it sounded maybe like the stairs and then the loud thump of books and paper hitting the floor. “Oh!”
The gasp was unmistakably Whit's, the man himself standing, open-mouthed and red-cheeked, at the foot of the stairs to his office.
“Oh. Hey, love.” Grey's voice was already lower, harsh. He couldn't help it, he was so hard. “Didn't know you were home.”
His hand never stopped moving, hips rocking steadily.
“Summer hours. Wanted to make sure my key worked and to pick up some stuff I...” Whit answered faintly, eyes glued to his cock. Whit licked his lips. “You need any help with that?”
He nodded, thighs parting, offering Whit a good, long look. “You interested?”
Whit whimpered and came forward, half tripping over the books he'd dropped, but not letting that slow him down. “God, you're gorgeous.”
Grey rumbled, bending his knees and spreading them wide, exposing more. Wanting more. Needing more. “Whit.”
Whit came to stand at the bottom of the bed, eyes hot and hungry. “Do you want me, Grey?”
“Yes.” He was getting closer now, hips starting to jerk, cock leaking, making his hand slick.
“Show me,” whispered Whit, the color in his cheeks high. “Show me how much you want me.”
Grey nodded, sucked two fingers into his mouth and pulled in time with the tugs of his hand. As Whit watched, he wet
both digits thoroughly and then traced a long line down his stomach. He slid his fingers behind his balls, pushing deep into his body, letting Whit see everything.
“Oh, God.” Whit's hands went to his belt, pulling it off with little finesse, just as quickly as he could. Button and zipper were next and then the pants were pulled down, kicked off.
Oh, yeah. God, Whit looked good. Hard. Just as needy and wanting as he was. “Hurry.”
Whit didn't bother with the buttons on his shirt; just pulling the material over his head instead and then his lover was climbing onto the bed, eyes intent.
“So fucking sexy. Love you.” Both his hands were moving, pushing and pulling and sending pleasure everywhere. “Whit.”
Whit's eyes met his for a moment. “Love you, too, Grey.”
Smiling, Whit looked back down. Fingers traced his ass, moved along his own fingers as they slid in and out of his body. Then one of Whit's slid in alongside his own.
He jerked, lips parting on a gasping groan, entire body convulsing. “Yes.”
“Yes,” Whit agreed quietly, finger moving with his own, finding his rhythm. Whit's other hand slid along his balls and then up, fingers twining with his own as he worked his cock.
“Oh...” It was perfect. It was sweet and hot and too fucking much to contain and he came with a sob that was meant to be Whit's name.
When he came back to himself it was to feel Whit's tongue lapping at his belly, their fingers still inside his body.
The sensation was enough to make his cock throb, make him moan. Oh, he loved this man.
Grey reached out, stroked Whit's hair as his hips began to rock again, riding their fingers.
Whit looked up at him, eyes shining as the warm tongue continued to slide over his skin. Once his belly was cleaned, Whit moved on to his cock, making a thorough job of it.
“Oh ... Whit...” He was shivering, gasping for air. “Good.”
He could feel Whit's smile against his skin and then, just as that sweet tongue slid across his slit, Whit added another finger to the three pushing inside him.
His cry, hoarse and raw, echoed through the room, his body arched with sensation.
“Wait for me,” murmured Whit, the words soft and warm against his skin.
Grey whimpered, lost in his lover, lost in pleasure. “''Kay. Oh, shit. Whit. So fucking hot.”
“Yes, you are, my love.” Whit's fingers slid from his body, grabbed his hand and pulled his fingers out as well. “Ready for me, Grey?”
He nodded, eyes feeling like coals burning in his head. “Please.”
Whit knelt between his legs, eyes on his as heat nudged at his opening.
Grey lifted his knees, holding himself open. “Please, Whit.”
“Yes, my love.” Whit pressed inside him, slow and sure, steady.
He sighed, groaning, pressing down against that sweet cock, desperation easing at the heat and stretch and pleasure. “Good.”
“Oh, Grey. Yes. Good.” Whit was whimpering, babbling, pushing and pushing and then in and still whimpering.
“Beautiful. More. Need you.” He grabbed his knees, clenched his ass around Whit's cock and squeezed.
Whit's eyes closed, his hips shoving forward, pressing that sweet cock even deeper. Eyes opening slowly, Whit gazed down at him. “I love you.”
Then Whit began to fuck him.
Grey's world dimmed, narrowing to Whit's cock slamming him deep, pleasure rocking him, making him buck and sob and arch. He reached out, hands sliding over smooth skin, utterly undone. Whit's mouth caught his fingers, sucked them in.
“Whit. Close, so close.”
Whit didn't answer him, just moved harder, faster, teeth biting the tips of his fingers. Those strong teeth scraped along the pad of his index finger, leaving a burn, and he came, seed spraying over his belly. Whit continued to push into him, moving gracelessly before crying out and shooting deep inside him.
He wrapped his legs around Whit's waist, tugging his lover down into his arms and holding on, breathing in the smell of them, all wrapped together. Whit was breathing hard, hands sliding over his skin.
“Thank you.” He nuzzled, moaning softly. “So good.”
“No, thank you, Grey. Thank you.” A soft kiss slid over his skin.
“You home all afternoon?” They could nap, rest, bathe, then start again when their Raine came home.
“I am. Is the store closed for the day?” He could hear the grin in his lover's voice.
“It is now.” He grabbed the blankets, covering them both. “Sleep with me, love.”
“Only if we can do that again when we wake up.”
“Yes. God, yes.” He took a long kiss, settling into the pillows. “Love you.”
Whit curled close. “I love you, too, Grey. So very much.”
He nodded, sinking into dreams, completely sated. They would sleep and dream and then they would play again. Love again. Come again.
* * * *
He was bent over the sofa back buried balls deep into Raine when Whit walked in, hands wrapped around dark wrists, mouth fastened on the soft nape of his twins neck as they made love.
Whit's briefcase hit the floor with a thud.
“You two are slowly fulfilling every one of my fantasies,” Whit said faintly, hand sliding across the front of his pants.
“Wel ... welcome home, Whit.” Raine's voice was hungry, sharp-edged and Grey slammed in deep, keeping his heartbeat focused on what he was doing to that fine ass. “Grey! There!”
Better.
Whit undressed slowly, moaning and whimpering as if he were the one being fucked. Finally naked, Whit leaned against the wall and began to stroke himself, eyes hot, like a caress, over their skin.
Grey smiled over at him, rising up a little to peg Raine's gland again and again, pushing them hard and fast. “Hey.”
Whit just whimpered, hand moving faster on his cock, finding their rhythm. He watched one lover, fucked the other, rumbling as they all tumbled toward climax. Raine's head lifted and his twin cried out, jerking on his cock, coming hard. Whit was right behind Raine, gasping, eyes widening as he spurted into the air.
The combined scent of their come sent him flying, grunting as he filled Raine with his seed. “Welcome home.”
“Yes, our Whit.” Raine looked over, cheeks flushed. “Welcome home.”
Whit stayed where he was, blinking over at them, a stunned, blissful smile on his face. “I am, aren't I? Home I mean. Here with the two of you making all my fantasies come true.”
“You are.” Grey grinned, slowing straightening up, still buried in Raine's tight ass. “We are.”
“The two of you are so beautiful together. You make me so hard—make me stay that way.” Whit started stroking his cock again.
Raine moaned softly, bucking and rubbing back against him. He pushed back, then pulled out of Raine's heat. “Bathtub. Together. There are bubbles.”
Raine chuckled. “Fantasy Number Eight, right?”
Whit nodded, coming toward them, eyes hot and half glazed.
They shared a kiss, then moved towards the bathroom, leaving briefcases and phones and doorbells and stores and reality behind, each in search of a good fantasy.
* * * *
Whit wrapped up his paperwork and put the test into his bag along with the rest of the stuff he needed to bring in to school tomorrow to get ready for the new year. He slid his hands along the edge of the desk, smiling at the smoothness. It was as beautiful as everything else in this room. The twins couldn't have made him more welcome.
Even though it had been weeks, it still seemed strange, to be here with them on a weeknight. Not because it was a special day, but because he lived here now.
He lived here now.
It bore repeating. Aloud.
“I live here now.”
“Yes.” Grey stood, quiet and still at the top of the stairs, eyes warm and heavy upon him. “Raine wants to know if you want to go out for dinner or order in.”
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p; “Oh! Grey!” He smiled and got up, going over to his lover. “I don't want to go out—not yet—it's too new, being here.”
Grey opened his arms, moving to press their lips together in a sweet, coffee and cream-flavored kiss. “I like you here. Weekday kisses.”
“Yes.” He took another kiss, letting his hands stroke along Grey's sides. “I like being here.”
Grey started unbuttoning his shirt, fingers tracing around his nipples. “Thought about you today. Had to close the store, come up to our bed.”
He gasped, pushing into Grey's touches. “You ... you were thinking of me while...”
“I was. In our bed. I wanted.” Grey nibbled along his jaw, silky black hair sliding over him.
“And you closed the store just to...” It made his knees wobbly, thinking of it.
“Yes. I needed.” Fingers brushed against the tips of his nipples.
He whimpered, shivering as his body tightened. “What did you ... imagine?”
“You, hard in our bed, cock trapped in tight leather. Jewels on your nipples, plug deep inside you. Raine sucking you, trying to make you come while I shot you, captured you.”
“Oh, God!” He shuddered again, cock pushing against his jeans, straining against the denim. “Tell me more,” he begged, Grey's voice so good, like a shock of pleasure along his skin.
Grey's lips were hot against his skin, then hands removed his shirt, heat blazing against his back. “Oh, is Grey telling us a story, sweet Whit?”
“Oh, Raine!” He was cradled between them, moving between them. “Yes. Such a sexy story, too.”
“Oh ... tell us, my Grey. Tell us your story.” Raine's hands slid around his waist, working open his slacks.
“You ... you were moaning, Whit. Every move pulled your nipples, made you harder, hungrier. Raine bent over you, sucking hard, fast. Deep.”
He was shaking now, body reacting to Grey's words, to his mouth, and to Raine's hands, sliding over his body, wrapping around his cock. Grey took his lips in a hard kiss, tongue pushing deep. He cried out, pleasure snapping through him, making him come. Grey groaned, kiss deepening, fingers sliding down to twine with Raine's so many fingers sliding slick over him.
