by Sloan Parker
Luke came up the stairs and slid in to sit beside me on the same step. “Yeah, yeah, we’re all glad you’re a pushy bastard. Now…” He snaked an arm around Richard’s waist and brought him forward toward me again. “Where’s my show?”
Richard settled his body over mine, but he planted a heated kiss on Luke. “Talk about pushy.” He kissed him again, turning it into something even more sensual and hungry.
When the kiss ended, Richard kept his gaze locked on Luke. “We’re not doing this without you.”
“You better not.”
Richard sat up with a start. That strength and confidence he usually exuded was back. He got my underwear out of the way. As soon as my cock was free of the fabric, he shimmied down the stairs and dropped his mouth over my length.
I bucked up under him. “Yes!” I loved watching him go down on me, his wet lips sliding along my shaft, my full length glistening with his spit, his cheeks sucked in as he worked to make me feel so damn good.
“Shit, that’s beautiful,” Luke said.
“Uh-huh.” I wasn’t going to last long. I grasped Richard’s head in my hands and tugged him off me. “Now. Please.” I reached for the front of his pants.
“Wait.” He snatched my wrists, stopping me. He tucked my dick back into my underwear. “Lift up.” Despite my confusion, I raised my ass off the step. He hauled my jeans over my hips again, then wrapped my arms around his neck. “Hold on.” He picked me up and carried me up the stairs without strain, calling back behind us, “Get up here, Luke.”
In our room, he laid me on the bed and followed me down, lying half on the mattress beside me, half on top of me. He slid a hand into my open pants, stroking my wet length, his biceps flexing as he jerked me off. The stare he directed at me was electric. I wanted to touch more of him, all of him.
Instead I asked, “We’re not moving to a new house?”
“We’re not going anywhere.”
“Okay.”
“But we are missing something.”
For a panicked second, I gaped up at him. Was he talking about the two of us? Was this not good for him? Did it not feel as right for him as it did for me?
He gave me a wink, then shot a look across the room. “Luke, get your ass over here.”
Luke smirked back at him from where he stood near the bedroom door. “Thought you were giving me a show.”
Richard shook his head. “Not today. We’re doing this together. All of us.”
Luke came forward and lay on the bed alongside me, opposite Richard. Then he tugged Richard in close, and they kissed over top of me. Their lips parted, tongues tangling, all while Richard kept massaging my cock like it would hurt him physically to give up that contact.
God, I loved when they did that. Kissed while one of them touched me in such an intimate way. It made me feel closer to them.
Watching them also fed something primal in me that drove my arousal higher, had me desperate in seconds, and made me love them even more. It still amazed me that I got to be a part of them, that I was as important to them as they were to each other.
Richard asked Luke, “Help me with him?”
“You got it.”
They shifted their focus to me.
Together they undressed me, getting me down to my underwear as they kissed and licked and sucked on my skin everywhere from my neck to my knees. Two sets of lips. Four hands. Caressing and stroking and branding me with hot kiss after kiss, each man loving on me until Luke hauled Richard off the bed and started undressing him. When he had him naked, Luke took a step back and stripped off his own clothes. As if he needed that thick, full shaft in his mouth or he’d die, Luke hit his knees and took Richard’s cock between his lips. Watching Luke’s enthusiastic blowjobs were almost as good as feeling them on my own dick. Almost.
Richard held Luke by the back of the head as he kept his gaze locked on me. “Damn, he’s good at this.”
I nodded. “He is.”
Luke took him deep and paused, and I knew he was swallowing around the head of Richard’s cock. Richard gasped. He dug his fingers in Luke’s hair. “Stop. Stop.”
Luke released him. “What?”
“I’m not coming until I’m inside him.”
“Yeah. Definitely.” Despite those words, Luke leaned in again and slid his mouth down Richard’s shaft once more, sucking him like crazy, his head bobbing, his fingers stroking Richard’s balls. He moaned around the dick in his mouth. I couldn’t help but smile. Richard absolutely loved when Luke did that last bit.
“Fuck.” Richard jerked his hips forward. Then he grasped Luke by his hair and tugged him off his dick. He hauled Luke to a standing position. Holding him by the back of the head, he dominated the kiss, the angle, the pressure.
With their lips still touching, Luke grinned. “Yeah. There you are. That’s the man we first met.”
Richard scoffed. “Haven’t gone anywhere.”
“Yeah, but you were hiding a bit, holding back.”
“Apparently you were too.” He turned Luke my way, and together they came forward and got onto their knees on the bed. “We’re not holding back now.”
“Fuck, yeah, we’re not.”
Richard hooked an arm around me and pulled me up to straddle his lap. He kissed me, never taking his lips from mine as he shifted us around so he lay on his back, me on top of him, with Luke stretched out beside us.
I sat up and rocked my groin over his, and we both moaned at the sweet slide of our bodies.
“Christ.” He reached up and held my face. “Kiss me again.” He didn’t wait. He sat up and plastered our lips together. One beautiful melding of our mouths after another.
Then I moved lower, kissing along his skin, down the base of his throat, along his collarbone. He fell back against the bed, one hand petting the back of my head. There was no hesitation in his touch this time, and I reveled in that contact.
I felt Luke’s warm breath against my ear. He tongued and nibbled my earlobe, then joined me in loving on Richard’s body.
Richard held us both by the backs of our heads now as we made our way lower. I kissed his stomach, his right hip, his left. I breathed in his scent as I ran my lips along his flesh. It all felt so unbelievably good. I needed to taste him, to feel his hard length, feel how much his body wanted mine.
I took hold of his thick shaft. Luke joined me and together we ran our tongues all over the flared head, kissing each other as much as we were his cockhead. The sleek slurping sounds and Richard’s guttural moans filled our bedroom. Then Luke pulled back and took over with his hand around the base of Richard’s shaft, his other hand teasing his balls. He threw me a grin. “You got this.”
I so did.
I sat up higher for a better angle and slid my lips over the head of Richard’s cock, loving the sleek feel of the crown, the moisture at the tip, the pulse of need flowing through him. I sucked for all I was worth, then dropped my mouth over his full length.
He buried his fingers in my hair, cupping my head in both hands.
I groaned. God, how I’d missed that. I liked knowing that he craved my mouth on him more than anything else in that moment, that he wanted to stay buried inside my wet heat until he came.
He moaned again. His abs tightened. He was close. If he was going to fuck me, we needed to stop. I just wasn’t sure I could pull off him, wasn’t sure I could make a move that would turn the moment into something else, which felt so odd. I didn’t need to be nervous. This was Richard. And it was sex. I’d always felt comfortable in bed with them.
Always.
Well, except for early on that first night at the Haven. I’d been so afraid he and Luke would find me boring or annoying or clingy. I didn’t want to drive them away before we even got going. But the minute I’d kissed them both, everything else faded away. I was at ease and confident with them in a way I hadn’t been with any other men I’d met at the club.
I wanted that feeling back.
Luke’s breath brushed my
ear again only a second before he said, “Stop. Don’t let him come yet.”
Right.
I moved up Richard’s body again as Luke got in behind me so we were both straddling him.
“Hold out your hand,” Luke said, and when I did, he squeezed lube into my palm.
Richard laughed. “That’s our Luke. Always prepared. Such a good sex scout.”
I laughed too, and the tension eased as Richard met my stare.
“Yeah,” Luke said. “And you love it. Don’t pretend you don’t.”
Richard nodded. “Yep. From day one.”
I looked over my shoulder at Luke. “From day one.”
He snorted out a laugh. “How come I’m the only one who gets busted for repeating shit?” But then he must’ve seen something in my eyes, some last bit of anxiety. He gave me a long, sweet kiss. “It’s going to be great. I promise.”
“I know.” I returned my focus to Richard. Grasping his cock, I slowly stroked his length with both hands, trying to show him how much this moment meant to me, how much I wanted to feel that thick, full shaft buried inside me. Richard exhaled sharp breaths, his eyes locked on mine as I slathered the lube over his dick.
“That’s right,” Luke said as he slid off Richard and lay beside us again. “Just like that.”
I kept on stroking Richard, far longer than necessary, my nerves battling with the desire blazing through me.
“Stop,” Luke said again.
I looked his way.
“You want him to fuck you?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
“Okay, but…” He sat up and ran a hand tenderly through the back of my hair. “He needs you to take the lead for the next part. We both need you to take the lead this time.”
Richard was now looking at me with silent anticipation, and I knew Luke was right.
“What?” I slid off Richard and got up from the bed, my body vibrating with frustration. “Then everything’s not all right between us. Because you don’t really trust me.”
“No.” Richard rushed to sit up. “That’s not it. At all. I just wanted to feel it some more. Really feel it.”
“Feel what?”
He opened his mouth to respond, but Luke beat him to it. “How much you want us.”
“Oh.” I looked from one to the other. The fact they both had stayed on the bed, neither moving to follow me when I’d pulled away, and the quiet way they were watching me now said more than their words. They both looked so… vulnerable. Just how I had felt a few minutes earlier, and the night before when I wanted to get something started with them but also needed them to make the first move.
I shook my head. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. You’re allowed to feel things, to need things from me.”
Richard turned so he had his feet on the floor, “So are you. I think you need the same thing we do.” He reached for me and pulled me to stand between his legs. “No hesitations. No overthinking things. All of us just in the moment together.”
He was right.
My phone sounded with a new text message. Maybe it was Alex, setting up a time to call. I rushed to the bathroom to wipe the lube from my hands, then retrieved my phone from my jeans that were lying on the floor. I checked the phone’s screen.
Shit.
“I have to go.” I gathered my clothes and started getting dressed.
“Now?” Luke asked as he shot off the bed.
“I need to go talk to my mom. She’s really upset. She knows I’ve been avoiding her. She said she needs to see me tonight.” I did up my jeans, then turned away and crossed the room.
“Hey.” Richard came to me in the doorway. “I’m sorry about…” He gestured toward the bed.
“No.” I wrapped my arms around his middle and laid my head against his chest. “You don’t have to be. I want to know what you need, what you’re feeling. I’m sorry I overreacted.”
“It’s okay.” He slipped his arms around me. “Everything’s okay.”
“Yeah.” I pulled back right as Luke stopped beside Richard. I added, “We’re going to get there again. Right?”
“We are,” Luke said, then leaned in and kissed me.
When we parted, Richard gave me the same sweet kiss. “We are.”
Then they both held me.
I didn’t want to pull away again, but after a minute I said, “I really do need to go see my mom. I can’t stand that I worried her.”
“All right,” Richard said as they let go of me. He held my stare, and I knew he had something important he wanted to say before I left. “Whatever you decide to tell her or not tell her about your dad is okay. It’s your decision to make, Matthew. There’s no wrong move here. Whatever you need.”
“Right,” Luke said. “Whatever you need.”
Chapter Ten
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
I nodded at my mom. “I think I have to.”
She remained seated across the kitchen table from me for another moment as if unsure she could do as I’d asked. Then she finally said, “Okay. I’ll be right back.” She got up and left the room.
As I’d suspected from reading her text earlier, she’d been worried about me after the question I’d asked about my dad and then the cancellation of our last two usual dinners together.
I’d gotten to her house a half hour earlier, and we casually chatted over coffee until she finally mentioned my father. She told me she hadn’t seen or talked to him since the night he left us, but that led into a far more serious discussion about why I’d brought him up.
She returned to the kitchen and took her seat. I could feel her gaze on me as she silently slid a piece of paper across the table. She seemed like she wanted to say something. I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear it.
I spotted the old worn wooden rocking chair in the corner of the room. She’d always loved that chair. She had rocked me in it when I was a baby and hadn’t been able to part with the chair since. I really needed to get it fixed for her. With several of the spindles broken, she couldn’t even sit in it now.
The rocker had started to fall apart when I’d been in high school. At the time, my dad said he’d fix it, but then a week later he’d taken off. I didn’t want to examine too closely what it meant that I’d never gotten that chair repaired for her, or what that said regarding any unresolved feelings about my dad and his exit from my life.
“Mom, would you mind if I worked on repairing that?”
“The rocker?”
“Yeah. I’d really like to.”
She looked lovingly at the chair, then gave me a similar expression of affection. “I’d like that too.”
“I’ll come by later this week with Richard’s car so I can take it home with me, if that’s okay with you.”
“That sounds perfect.” She reached across the table and held my hand in hers. “Thank you.” When she let go, she got up and came around the table. She kissed me on the top of the head, just how she used to do when I was little. “I’ll get us some coconut pie.”
As she crossed to the counter, I stared at the piece of paper she’d left on the table. Did I really want to make this call? Could I deal with the consequences when I did?
An alert for a new text message sounded on my phone. I dug it out of my pocket and read the message. It was good news, just not for me. I couldn’t ignore the pangs of jealousy and anguish. I stood. “Mom, I’ll have to take a rain check on the pie. I’ve gotta get going.”
“All right.” She came back to the table and offered an embrace, remaining quiet as she held me. It was uncharacteristic of her not to smile and request that I be careful.
When she let go of me, I picked up the piece of paper.
She studied me for a long moment. “I gave you that because I trust you to do the right thing for yourself, but I want you to promise me something.” She hesitated for a long moment, then finally broke the unusual silence, her voice stern. “If you decide to use that number, and you find what you’re looking for, do
not go alone.”
“Okay.”
“I mean it, Matthew. Either you tell Richard and Luke, or I will. I know I’d be interfering in your relationship, but I’d do it to make certain you have the emotional support you need.”
“I know. I wouldn’t keep this from them.”
“Good.” She gave me another hug. “Try not to worry about the internship. I’m sure you’ll hear something soon.”
I nodded and didn’t share with her that another clinic had called that day and said they’d already filled their internship slots, or how I was guessing that I hadn’t been selected for the Windtree internship since the deadline was long past. And here I’d thought Alex really liked me.
I’d also thought my instincts were telling me that I should say something about my relationship with Luke and Richard up front at every one of my interviews, but maybe I’d just been messing things up for myself.
Maybe I’d lost the best job opportunity I was ever going to have because I’d been overthinking things, being too emotional and wrapped up in my own feelings.
I wanted that job. So much. But most of all… I didn’t want to feel like a failure. Or feel the sting of rejection one more time in my life.
* * * * *
I watched the cab pull away from the curb until I could no longer see the taillights in the distance. I was stalling. As if those extra few minutes would make a difference.
When the cab’s lights were gone, I turned toward the house.
Time to face the music.
I hiked my backpack higher on my shoulders. After I had the front door unlocked, I tugged on the handle, but the door wouldn’t budge. I tried again. Nothing. What the hell was wrong?
As I attempted once more to get the dang door unstuck, my keys slipped from my fingers and landed on the stoop. As I bent to pick them up, my head spun and my stomach turned. The next thing I knew, I was on my hands and knees, swaying from side to side.
“Whoa.” I did not like this feeling. And it was only getting worse. I wasn’t sure I could keep from face-planting right there outside our front door.
Eventually I was able to slide a leg under me and teeter my way to solid footing. I tried again with the door but had no success.
