by Sean Michael
He didn't even have time to grow soft—they were keeping him hard, bringing him back up to a peak just like that.
Someone's fingers pushed into their kiss, his come flavoring everything. Grey's moan was deep, tongue sliding and tasting. Feeding. It was the sexiest thing he'd ever been involved in—and they were all still more or less dressed. He sucked hard at the fingers in his mouth, tongue moving with Grey's.
Raine's mouth slid down his spine, pushing his slacks down and off, tongue tickling at the top of his cleft. Oh god—he was definitely less dressed now. Whimpering, he pushed back, searching for more contact. Grey swallowed his noises, Raine's tongue pushing against him, opening him, pressing into him.
He held on tight to Grey's shoulders, spreading his legs for Raine. If they didn't tumble down the stairs, it was going to be a miracle. Grey's hands moved to his hips, spreading his ass for Raine's tongue. “Beautiful Whit.”
He could only gasp in response, Raine's tongue making him shiver and shake.
Together, they sent him flying. Raine's tongue and Grey's tongue and their hands—Oh, God. He felt like he was going to shatter into a million pieces.
Raine pushed into him again and then stood, hard cock nudging his hole. “Let me in, Whit? Want to feel you all around me.”
“Oh, Raine...” He nodded, pushing back.
They were standing. In the stairway. Fucking. It seemed naughty and sexy and desperately needy. It was wonderful. Grey's cock rubbed against his, the strong body keeping him upright and close.
“Hold him for me, Grey.” With that, Raine pushed inside, slow and steady. “Oh, Whit. Hot...”
He was breathless and trembling, hands sliding up to hold Grey's shoulders. “God, Raine ... so good.”
“Yes. So tight. So hot. So good, Whit.” Raine's voice was husky, unfocused. “Oh, my Grey ... he's squeezing my cock, I can feel him everywhere. Feel everything.”
He loved that, loved the way Raine would be making love to him with his body and making love to Grey with his voice, telling Grey everything Raine was doing to him.
Grey whimpered, licking his lips. Grey was beginning to move against him faster, matching Raine's rhythm.
“Like being wrapped in silk, Grey. Like being held inside love.”
“I love you, Raine. I love you, Grey.” He managed to say the words, breathless and shaking as he was. The only thing holding him together was Grey's hands and Grey's eyes and Grey's lips and Raine's words.
“We love you, Whit.” Two husky, need-laced voices answered him, one tenor, one bass.
With a soft sob, he came, body tightening on Raine's cock. Grey's seed splashed against his belly a split second before Raine cried out and pumped heat into him.
He leaned heavily against Grey, panting and trying to catch his breath. His legs were shaking, ready to give out at any moment.
“Need to put a sofa up here, Grey.”
Grey grinned against him. “Yes, Raine.”
“Can it wait until tomorrow, Raine?” he asked, teasing.
“I suppose.” Raine's voice was warm, the pout almost completely false.
He laughed, clinging to Grey's shoulders. “I do need to sit though. Or lie down. You two have made pudding out of me.”
“Downstairs. Shower. Then Thai for supper. Then we do it again.” Grey kissed his nose, eyes warm and shining.
“Maybe we can make your fantasy come true,” he suggested quietly. He could feel the blood warming his cheeks.
“Mm ... I would like that.”
Raine purred, hot and silky against his back. “Do you have film, my sweet Grey?”
“Yes, Raine.”
He blushed harder, but he met Grey's eyes, excitement flaring at the look in the dark eyes.
“My Whit. It will be beautiful. Come and shower.” Grey drew them downstairs, down towards the shower and the big bed and the magic they all made together.
He was home.
September
Whit was cooking dinner. He'd moved in with Grey and Raine over a month ago and he'd let Raine take care of all their meals, even after he'd promised them, and himself, that he would do his share around the place. No one had said anything, neither Grey nor Raine seemed particularly bothered by his lack of assistance in the kitchen, but he felt bad about it.
He'd gone shopping earlier and picked up fresh meat and vegetables and a nice crusty loaf of bread and then he'd come home and shooed Raine out of the kitchen so that he could make a special dinner.
That was three hours ago.
He'd used every pot in the place, he was covered from head to toe with half the ingredients, but a beautifully cooked roast with Yorkshire pudding and fresh vegetables and English trifle were all but served up.
He, on the other hand was hot and bothered and wishing he'd just let Raine take care of supper one of the two times the twin had popped his head in to the kitchen and offered. Neither time had been unprovoked, and Whit had been very, very apologetic about the serving platter, especially when he'd learned it was an antique.
Grabbing the plates, he headed out into the main room, intent on setting the table and hoping he didn't look too bad. He came out to two beautiful, naked men laughing—Raine putting plates on the table, Grey lighting candles. They were both half-hard, both beautiful, both with their hair loose and their skin shining.
Oh...
He very nearly dropped the plates. Instead he clutched them tightly and just watched the twins, his twins, move, still amazed and grateful that he was a part of their lives.
They were teasing each other. Grey wanted them all three on one side of the long table, whereas Raine wanted them grouped on one end. The plates slid, flatware following just behind as soft kisses and tempting touches were used to try and sway the argument.
“I could dish up in the kitchen and we could eat on the floor in front of the fire,” he suggested softly when watching for much longer was threatening to make the inside of his jeans as messy as the outside.
“Whit! It smells delectable! Oh, that sounds perfect!” Raine hurried over to free his hands, handing the plates to Grey with a mischievous grin, and then took a kiss. “I hope you don't mind us making this a dress-optional dinner.”
With his twins, many dinners were dress-optional.
“I only mind that I'm overdressed.” He began to undo his buttons. Four hands worked to help, Grey pulled him in for a long kiss as Raine dropped before him, nuzzling his cock as his jeans were removed.
He moaned into Grey's mouth, cock going from interested to wanting in seconds. Grey's tongue pushed deep in his mouth, tasting him with a groan, hand hard on his neck. He felt as if he were being devoured, Raine's mouth finding his cock added to that sensation. It wouldn't be the first time he was the appetizer to one of their meals. Raine moaned around his cock, hands hard on his hips. One of Grey's fingers, having had slid into Raine's mouth, brushed along his crease, warm and wet.
Those warm, deep, dark eyes were so hungry, so focused.
He shuddered and pressed back against Grey's finger before pushing forward into Raine's mouth.
“Yes.” Grey mouthed the word against his lips as Raine whimpered against his cock. “Good.”
He nodded. Oh, yes. It was good, it was so very good. Grey and Raine made him feel so much. Grey's tongue pressed deep again as Raine's mouth began to move, sucking hard, hands rolling his balls, fingers pressing deep.
His hands slid through hair, one hand per twin. He always intended to reciprocate and the two of them always conspired to make him forget his own name, let alone how to touch back.
The touch of his hand earned him two moans—one high, one low, both happy and needy. He pushed his fingers through their hair, loving the feeling of the silk; it was two extra caresses to his own skin.
Grey purred into his mouth, fingers sliding over his face. “Love you.”
“Yes,” he murmured, hips moving him between the sensations of sucking and penetration.
One finger b
ecame two, suction became deep-throating pulls, his twins sending him higher and higher. He gasped and whimpered, soft moans pulled from him as they moved together. Grey's lips wrapped around his tongue, pulling in time with the pulls of Raine's sweet lips on his cock.
Oh, they could make him tremble and come like a virgin in no time at all, even after so much time together. He didn't care; he just went with it, screaming into Grey's mouth as he came into Raine's. They drank him down—cock and mouth and need and love.
He held on tightly to them, counting on them to hold him up, or not, as needed.
Raine's chuckles floated up. “Excellent appetizers, my lovely Whit. Are you dessert too?”
“Oh, I hope so...”
“Yes. After dinner. It smells good, Whit.” Grey nuzzled him, eyes dancing.
He slid his hand along Grey's cheek. “I love you,” he said softly.
He looked down and slid his other hand along a matching cheek. “And you, Raine, I love you, too.”
“Yes, my Whit. I know.” Soft kisses brushed against his groin, cheek nuzzling his shaft. “Thank you for cooking for us.”
“I'm sorry it took me so long,” he murmured, distracted by the soft touches.
“You can feed us and we'll forgive you.” Raine's chuckle was soft, happy.
“We'll forgive him regardless.” Grey's answer was flat and simple.
“Shh, Grey! I want him to feed us!”
“Sorry.” A soft kiss brushed his temple. “I'd still forgive you.”
He chuckled, tongue sliding briefly into Grey's mouth. “Thank you, my love.”
“Always.” The word was whispered and serious and so warm.
Raine stood, eyes not as serious, but as true. “Yes, our Whit. Always.”
One arm wrapped around each of them, he fed them kisses. First Grey and then Raine and then Grey again. The kisses lengthened until the kisses were joining them all, three tongues sliding and tasting together. Better than any meal, than any dessert or snack or treat, the flavor of the three of them together filled him like nothing else could.
Of course, when Grey's stomach rumbled and his ass was quite definitely pinched, Whit decided maybe serving dinner would be a good idea.
There would be time to satisfy their other hungers again later.
* * * *
Whit paid the taxi driver and dragged his weary butt up the stairs.
It was almost 8pm, which wasn't really late, except that he'd been up since 5am and at the school since 6:30. Parent teacher interviews. He loved and hated them. It all depended on how the students were doing and how much their parents cared.
The two weeks leading up to them were full of working late into the night, getting the progress reports ready and out and setting up interview times, trying desperately to pull in the parents of this or that child who really needed some help, etc.
He used to sleep the entire weekend through, but he suspected Raine would have something else in mind now that he was living with the twins. He chuckled. Probably something that involved pasta and wine and two pairs of sweet, warm lips.
He got out his keys and opened the door.
Warm arms wrapped around him, even as other hands took his briefcase, slid off his coat. The smells were heavenly—wine and garlic and cream and cheese and balsamic vinegar—and the fire was blazing. He was walked over to the low pillows piled on the floor without a word, Grey hot against his back, Raine pulling and kissing and nuzzling
Grey's hands slid over his belly, unbuttoning his shirt, even as Raine's eyes twinkled and a marinated pepper was rubbed against his bottom lip. “Hello, our love.”
He relaxed back against Grey's warmth and strength, even as he licked at his lips and lazily tried to capture the pepper. This was far better than sleeping.
“Hello, my loves,” he murmured, smiling at Raine. Grey rumbled softly, fingers stroking his skin, sending sparkles through him. He was fed the pepper in slow bites, stripped of his clothing just as slowly. Wrapped in arms and warmth and care, he could just relax and be pampered and loved. “This is nice, so very nice.”
Almost perfect, in fact. He reached out, fingers sliding over Raine's features and then cupped Raine's chin and encouraged him forward for a kiss. Raine smiled and snuggled up close, hands reaching up to drape Grey's soft, sweet-smelling hair around them both as their lips met. His eyes closed and he breathed in deeply as his mouth opened, taking the scent and taste of Raine and Grey into his mouth, for Raine had obviously been kissing Grey, the taste of them combined slowly fading the longer he took it into himself.
Grey groaned, lips hot beneath his ear, hands opening his slacks, pushing them down and away. “My Whit. My Raine.”
He whimpered, shivering beneath the words, beneath the gentle, sure care. They could make him forget the world, his twins, make him forget everything but the way they tasted and smelled and felt against him.
Raine's lips kept him distracted, Grey's fingers kept him loose and relaxed as they sank to the huge pillows on the floor. The silk of Grey's pants felt wonderful against his legs, Raine's linen sliding along his cock. He rubbed slowly between the two sensations, back and forth, filling Raine's mouth with soft, needy noises.
Raine's tongue slid into his mouth, Grey's teeth testing the skin of his shoulder. He could feel Grey, hard and thick and needy against him, rubbing along the crease of his ass. A shudder went through him and gentle need blossomed into urgent heat. He whimpered, his movements becoming more frantic as he writhed between them.
“Whit...” Grey's growl rippled down his spine, hands spreading his thighs, cupping his balls. “Love you. Want you.”
Raine's eyes gleamed, teeth nipping at his lips. “Yes. Yes, my Grey, my Whit, my Loves. Want you both.”
A shudder moved through him. “Yes. Yes. Need that. Need you both.”
Raine chuckled, drawing Whit's hands around to his waist. “You're sure, love? You want to make love with us, want to fuck my mouth while Grey takes your ass? You don't want to eat first? There's pasta...”
Grey's laughter was husky and low and tickled his back.
He could only moan, body jerking hard at Raine's words, at Grey's warm laughter. Oh, he loved these men, his men, his twins. He grasped at Raine's skin, pulling him close and letting the desperation of his kiss be his answer.
Grey's fingers, slick and hot, slid into his crease, teasing and pushing just inside for only a moment before the wide heat of a needy cock bumped against his hole. “Let me in.”
Spreading his legs, he bent forward, letting Raine take his weight, trusting his lover to hold him. He whimpered and pressed his ass back. “Yes, Grey. Please.”
Raine held him, eyes hot. “Oh ... Oh, Whit. My Grey, his eyes ... You should see how beautiful you make him look, how hungry your cock makes him.”
Him, beautiful. He shook his head, and then cried out as Grey's heat pushed inside him. How could he deny Raine's words when Grey made him want so, when they both made him want and full?
“Yes. Yes, Whit. So hungry.” Raine's hand wrapped around his cock, lips parted and wet. “Make him scream for me, my Grey. Make him come on me.”
A soft moan sounded and Grey's thumb brushed over Raine's bottom lips. “Yes, Raine. Yes.”
Then Grey began to move, strong, perfect strokes deep into his body.
He cried out, body shaking, Raine's words, the look in Raine's eyes sending him flying just as much as Grey's cock inside him, together they made him soar, made him go higher than he had ever dreamed possible. The pleasure grew, spiking as Grey's cock nudged his prostate, Raine's thumb pressed hard against the slit of his cock.
His eyes widened, looking deep into Raine's where he could see Raine's heart, himself and Grey reflected back at him. His mouth opened, but he made no sound as he came, body shaking hard. Raine's mouth took his, tongue pushing deep as heat splashed over his belly, filled him inside. Grey's roar of climax shook him, pushed out one last pulse of pleasure from him.
He clun
g to Raine, warm and right between them.
They relaxed together, breath slowing. Raine pulled away, returning with a warm, wet cloth to clean them all even as Grey pressed a crystal glass of ruby wine to his lips. “Welcome home.”
He took a sip of the wine, eyes on his lovers. “Thank you. I needed that.”
Grey licked his bottom lip, eyes warm. Then Raine's tongue followed close behind, chasing its mate, the game turning into a wine and honey flavored three-way kiss.
He slid his hands through their hair, wrapping his fingers in the silken strands, holding them both close as the kiss continued.
The room grew dark, lit only by the fire and the flicker of a few candles, one kiss melting into another and another, some flavored with wine or berry or honey or balsamic vinegar.
He couldn't think of a better way to unwind—sleep was for teachers who weren't lovers with his twins.
October
He'd not gone upstairs after the store closed. Grey had slipped on his black coat and started walking. He'd walked down one street after another, watching the day get darker, letting the storm take him, drench him. Soak him through.
He and Raine had ... not argued. They never argued, but they didn't agree and nothing—not discussion after discussion, not harsh words, not tears—nothing solved things. Finally, Raine had given him an ultimatum—either discuss the games that they played with Whit together or Raine would do it alone.
It wasn't that he was ashamed of the games. No. But ... Always in the back of his mind lived the ghost of a dancer in San Francisco. A dancer who had convinced Raine that what they did was wrong.
This time he had more to lose than just his Raine.
At first he had been angry that Raine would do this, then hurt. Then he just decided to let it go. What did it matter? If he were there or not? Raine spoke for him. That was what Raine did. So, instead of going upstairs to their warm place and napping and waking to kisses and supper and laughter, he was cold and wet and ... He looked around. Outside a liquor store about three miles away.
Grey shook his head. At least he wasn't home. He stepped in, bought a fifth of good scotch and a 6-pack of soda and headed back the way he came.
