by Downs Jana
Andrew wrapped his arms around Marcel’s neck and dragged him down to do as Matthew asked. It was something he’d wanted to do for years, and it was finally happening. He didn’t know if he would’ve been bold enough to initiate it without Matthew’s warm presence beside them. Their lips met much the same as Matthew’s and his had, but he fell into it faster because Marcel was so familiar. His head swam as Marcel groaned into his mouth. He felt his hard cock just below where Matthew’s had pressed.
Without really intending to, he worked his hands under Marcel’s black T-shirt and caressed the hard ridges of his abdomen. He was just as firm as he’d imagined he’d be. He was instantly obsessed with the texture. How is it going to taste? It was like he’d been starved for attention so long that now he would go on withdrawals if he was made to surrender the touch.
Matthew went to take a step away from them, but Marcel reached out at the same time Andrew did and grabbed his arms to pull him back. He felt right there. Andrew was insanely happy that Marcel had obviously felt the same. They broke the kiss, both of them breathing a little heavier.
“Beautiful,” Matthew whispered, his voice a husky cadence. Andrew reached out and traced a hand down his chest.
“Thank you,” he said. He wanted to kiss Matthew, too, but didn’t want to come off as a slut. He was sure Marcel knew he didn’t normally throw himself at people, but Matthew didn’t. He swallowed. It was a weird impulse for him. He didn’t make it a habit to make out with more than one man in any given night. Granted, there had been a time or two when he’d gotten drunk in an effort to calm his nerves at conventions or after-race parties and made out with a few people. But he was completely and utterly sober and wanted both of them with a depth that would’ve scared him if he stopped to think about it too long.
Marcel was staring at Matthew again, and Andrew wasn’t sure what he was thinking. Despite the clarity in darkness that the moon gave, it was still impossible to pick up Marcel’s expression as he gazed at Matthew so intensely. “Andrew?”
Andrew looked up at him. Why was Marcel staring up at Matthew when he was talking to Andrew? “What?”
“Do you want to kiss him, baby?”
Andrew swallowed. “Is that okay?”
“I don’t own you, baby.”
“That’s not answering my question.” Andrew wasn’t going to do it if there would be tension and resentment on Marcel’s end. It was better to stop it now if that was the case.
Marcel sighed. “I think it’s hot. All right? I thought it was hot when you were kissing, but I didn’t want to be left out.”
“Not going to leave you out, Marcel,” Matthew cut in. “I told you I wanted both of you. I wasn’t kidding.”
“Like sex?” Andrew asked, his mind starting to clear from the two kisses he’d received.
“I wouldn’t take sex off the table,” Matthew said, smiling in the darkness. “But I’d like to take you both out as well when we get back to civilization.”
Andrew considered it. He saw how happy Jim, Jason, and Ager were and had seen other threesomes that were equally as happy. But it was never something he’d considered for himself before. Why not?
“You don’t have to do this, Andy. Don’t feel pressured,” Marcel cut in before he could answer the statement.
“You don’t have to protect me, Marcel. I’d be willing to give it a try if you were.” The arousal that had dipped shortly into their conversation came flaring back to life as the idea of the three of them tangled together ghosted up in his mind. He didn’t want to wait.
“So you like me?” Marcel asked. The question was incredibly vulnerable for a man so used to being in control, and Andrew accepted it for what it was.
“I’ve liked you forever, Marcel. What took you so long?”
Marcel didn’t answer. Instead he crushed his lips with his own and proceeded to kiss him back into the frenzy he’d been in a moment ago. Matthew crowded in behind Andrew and pressed several kisses to his neck this time, and he was ensconced in 360 degrees of hot male. Marcel broke the kiss, and Andrew was left panting.
“We need to do this right,” Marcel said. “We can’t just start this with sex.”
Matthew chuckled against the curve of Andrew’s neck, and he shivered. “What better way to begin this? We aren’t guaranteed to live through tomorrow. Why not?”
Marcel didn’t have an answer, apparently, but Andrew certainly did. “I want this, Mar. Give it to me. He’s right. We don’t know if we’re going to live through tomorrow. If I die never having experienced you both, I’d regret it.”
Marcel let out a string of curses and took a step back. “I don’t want you to fuck me because we might die. I want you to fuck me because you really want me.”
Andrew frowned. “Didn’t I make that clear? I like you. You like me. We both like Matthew. This doesn’t end because we get back to civilization.”
“What if you change your mind?” he asked, shifting away. “What if it’s just the fear talking?”
Andrew pulled him back to them. “I made up my mind a long time ago about you, Marcel.” He leaned back into Matthew. “And I like the way we feel together. Now come here and make sure I sleep well tonight.”
Marcel hesitated for what seemed like forever before he stepped back into their combined embrace. Andrew sighed as everything inside him seemed to fall into place. This just felt right.
Chapter Five
Matthew didn’t know what he’d done to deserve the two men that he was about to take to bed, metaphorically speaking, but he thanked his lucky stars that he had. Then his bubble burst. Dammit.
“We don’t have condoms,” Matthew said. “Or slick.” We’re screwed. Or not, as this case will be.
“We can still make each other feel good. Besides, it’ll be a compromise between sex and no sex,” Andrew said, offering up a solution. It seemed the darkness was making him bolder. Matthew liked it.
Marcel groaned. “Yeah? What do you suggest?”
“Blow jobs?”
Matthew groaned along with Marcel that time. He went to his knees. “For the brilliant idea, you first.”
Marcel’s knees hit the dirt beside his. “I’ll help.”
Andrew gave the cutest little breathless chuckle. “I’m going to get spoiled with all this attention.”
“Nothing wrong with that,” Matthew said, pulling his tight black running shorts down his thighs. They should probably be more vigilant, but he had set the com to notify if any new heat signatures entered their camp within fifty yards. It soothed his conscious somewhat to know that.
He looked over at Marcel, letting him take the lead. The man had waited a long time to have Andrew, and he was entitled to the first taste. Marcel didn’t hesitate this time. He leaned forward without preamble and sucked the head of Andrew’s cock into his mouth. Matthew’s dick jerked in want. He pitched forward and worked on the underside of the base of Andrew’s cock, working his way downward to the tight globes of his sac. Marcel bobbed his head, and Andrew groaned above him.
The run kid reached down and petted both of their heads, gasping his thanks as they pleasured him. Matthew enjoyed the salty taste of his soon-to-be lover’s skin. He took one ball in his mouth and then the other, suckling them gently in turn. Marcel grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him back before pushing his head down on the head of Andrew’s dick and taking up Matthew’s position. Matthew chuckled before concentrating on sucking him with all the fervor he could muster. Pre-cum decorated the flared tip, and he lapped it away.
“Mmm, you taste good,” Matthew complimented, dipping his head back down for another taste. He went down as far as he could on Andrew’s prick until he had to loosen his throat or choke on Andrew’s length. Marcel’s hand went down to knead Matthew’s crotch through his pants, and he groaned around Andrew. It had been so long since he had been touched. Since before his last mission at least.
“God you two are so hot,” Marcel said, panting as he continued to service A
ndrew with Matthew. Matthew returned the favor of his touch, rubbing the hard cock that was straining Marcel’s zipper with enthusiasm. He would’ve given his survival pack to be able to have some slick and liquid protection right about then. He wanted to be naked and fucked in the best ways.
They continued the sexual teasing for several minutes as Andrew bucked and writhed for them. Matthew put his hands on his thighs to steady himself as he lost himself in the act, and they trembled beneath his touch. Marcel and he shared a kiss between licks, and Andrew groaned.
He winked at Marcel. “Wanna put him outta his misery?”
“Oh yeah. Can’t want to taste him when he loses it,” Marcel said, his eyes sparkling with equal parts lust and amusement.
They went back to their work, suckling and licking while they concentrated on driving Andrew over the edge of the abyss. Andrew made the sexiest mewling noises in the back of his throat, begging them both without words for them to help him get to orgasm. They took turns deep throating his cock until Andrew was bucking against them and crying out with each downward plunge.
It took only a few more seconds for Andrew to gasp that he was coming. Matthew pulled back and let Marcel wrap his lips around his head so he wouldn’t miss a drop of Andrew’s essence as he shuddered through his orgasm. Matthew kneaded Andrew’s balls, ratcheting up his pleasure with careful tugs.
Finally he stopped shuddering, and Marcel backed off. Andrew’s knees hit the dirt between them a second later. He reached out and kneaded both their hard dicks through their pants. “Take it off,” Andrew murmured. “I want to touch you.”
Matthew wasted no time in pulling his body out into the warm night air, and neither did Marcel. Andrew’s warm hands wrapped around both of them, jerking them off in unison. Matthew let his head fall back, and he lost himself in the pleasure he was experiencing. His love life had been nonexistent for a while now, and it somehow made the entire process that much more intense. He felt like a teenager with his first lover all over again.
Marcel cried out, drawing his attention back to the other field agent. He lost it as their eyes met, and the sticky proof of his pleasure shot from the tip of his cock at the same time Marcel spilled his own seed to decorate Andrew’s other wrist. The run kid continued to stroke them until they pulled back from oversensitivity.
“That was intense,” Andrew murmured as Matthew rolled for his pack to get a wet nap to clean up with. He returned a second later and wiped Andrew’s hands clean. Andrew smiled in the dim light. “You two are amazing.”
“Likewise,” Matthew murmured, oddly touched by the statement. He didn’t usually get the urge to cuddle after someone got him off, but he was certainly feeling the urge now. “I’m definitely ready for bedtime now.”
Marcel didn’t say anything. He seemed lost in thought as he moved around their camp, making things ready for bed. Andrew came over and leaned against Matthew. Matthew put his arm around him. “Don’t worry, baby,” he whispered as Andrew stared at Marcel. “He’s just processing. He enjoyed himself but didn’t anticipate enjoying it so much. He’ll calm down in a minute.”
“I don’t want him to be hurt,” Andrew murmured, cuddling close. “I had no idea he felt that way about me.”
Matthew chuckled. “That’s why I had to show both of you. You both have loved one another for longer than anyone should without saying a word. I’m glad you let me bring you guys together.”
“So when we get back to civilization we’re going to try dating?” Andrew asked. He sounded hesitant as if he wasn’t sure if Matthew had been serious about his offer.
“If you’re both okay with it,” Matthew said. “I know I’m Johnnycome-lately to this party, so I won’t force myself on you two if that isn’t what you both want.”
Andrew raised his head until their lips were separated by only an inch or two. “I want to explore this. It feels right.” Matthew agreed, but he didn’t say it out loud. It was very strange how the three of them just sort of clicked. Only time would tell if they clicked in other ways as well.
Marcel returned and sat beside them. “I checked on the perimeter and repacked our bags in case we need to run at any time during the night.” He flinched as Andrew reached out to him, and Matthew frowned.
Matthew reached over and cuffed his head. “Hey, enough. What’s with the cold shoulder routine?”
“We’ve got to keep our heads screwed on straight. I can’t be getting all moon eyed when we need to—” His words were abruptly cut off when Andrew all but crawled in his lap and kissed him. Matthew chuckled. Attaboy. The kiss deepened, and despite the fact he’d just came, his body stirred at the sight.
Andrew pulled back. “Stop thinking so hard, Marcel. We had a wonderful moment in hell. Stop questioning it so much. Take a second and enjoy it. Tomorrow we have to hike out of here.”
Marcel relaxed by slow degrees and sighed. “Fine. It’s just so…weird. I don’t know how to deal.”
“Don’t try to logic if this is okay or not,” Matthew said. “We’re just three guys getting to know one another and having some fun along the way. If things get serious, we’ll cross the bridge when we get there.” Look at me reassuring them like I know what the fuck I’m doing. He really wished he was as confident about the whole thing as he sounded. In fact, he wished his uncles were here to give him some advice.
After a tense second, Marcel nodded. “All right. Fine. We’ll just play this by ear.”
Andrew beamed. “So where do you live, Matthew? I know you live in sector thirteen but whereabouts?”
Matthew nodded. He liked easy questions. “I have an apartment that lets me pay a few months in advance. With my job, I have to have military-friendly housing. I live on the borderlands at the Bunker Ridge apartments.”
“The borderlands are a rough neighborhood,” Marcel cut in.
Matthew shrugged. “I don’t have anything worth stealing, and I’m gone ninety percent of the time. My landlord is an old UMF guy. It’s a relatively safe apartment complex even if it’s not a safe neighborhood.”
“The borderlands are a good escape point, though,” Andrew said. “The flatlands outside the city are the easiest escape routes. I considered there until I realized that the next sector makes a U around ours. The safe zone is relatively narrow there. It would be easy enough for a mob to cross that area. If the infected came, it would be a terrible neighborhood to live in.”
Matthew considered him. What sort of run kid made those sorts of assessments when picking a place to live? None that he knew of. Civilians just didn’t think that way. “What happened to you?” he asked before he could filter himself.
Andrew’s green eyes widened. “Um…” He broke eye contact and stared off into the darkness. “Nothing really. It’s just something to think about in our world.”
Marcel bumped their shoulders, shooting him a glare. “Bit heavy for a first date, man.”
“Sorry, Andrew. I didn’t mean to pry. It’s just usually civilians don’t think about that sort of thing when they pick out their houses.”
“It’s all right,” Andrew said. “I don’t live in a house, too hard to defend with a three-sixty attack range. I live in a condo in Estate Mills in sector ten. It’s a thirty-minute plane ride to sector thirteen.”
Matthew nodded. It was only a couple hours’ drive away from sector thirteen where he lived. He could easily make it a day trip. “Nice hood. I’ve heard of Estate Mills. A lot of celebrities and athletes live there. ”
Andrew shrugged. “I wouldn’t know about all that. I know that it’s not quite as secure as sector thirteen, but the pricey area does afford some additional security. Plus with the base on the outskirts, I don’t worry as much. What I really liked was the training facilities, though. They have some of the best indoor tracks in the world.”
“He’s being modest,” Marcel cut in. “One of those tracks is in his own building and runs around an Olympic-size swimming pool on the roof and in a spiral down several floors. It�
�s really impressive.”
Andrew snorted. “It’s not like I designed the building. I just live there. Though—” He abruptly cut himself off.
Matthew tilted his head to the side. “Though what? What were you going to say?”
He could practically hear the embarrassment in his voice as he spoke. “My garden. I’ve redone it recently. It’s beautiful. I haven’t shown anyone yet.” He raised his head. “I’d like for someone to see it.”
“Is that an invitation?” Matthew asked, his voice a purr.
“If you like,” Andrew said, running a hand through his hair. “I mean, I’d like both of you to see it.”
Marcel didn’t say anything for a while. “I’ve always wanted to see your place.”
“Really?” Andrew asked.
Marcel shifted. “Yeah. It’s just weird that one shared blow job gets the invite I wanted. Is it just that he’s here?”
“No. I don’t know. I mean, doesn’t it just feel right to you? If anything he is a catalyst,” Andrew stammered.
“That’s a great way to put it,” Matthew said. “Besides, dating implies visits to one another’s homes.”
Marcel finally nodded. “This is going to take some getting used to.”
Matthew reached over and gave his hand a squeeze. “We’ll get used to it together.” They needed to knock some of the tension off, though. There was enough heavy stuff going on around them that they didn’t need to add any more weighty topics. “So let’s play twenty questions, field edition.”
“Oh fun,” Andrew said. “I haven’t played that since I was a kid at the orphanage.”
“But there are different rules to this version,” Matthew continued. “First rule, if you’re asked a question, you have to answer it in detail. You can only pass on two questions. Second rule, you can’t ask anything too heavy or deep. Last rule, for every three questions answered, you can ask for a favor from one of us.”
“Like a sexual favor?” Marcel asked, sounding amused at the thought.
