by Downs Jana
He nodded. “Sounds good.”
Marcel turned back toward them before walking back over. “No extra food but I did find a suture kit and a bottle of condom gel. Why anyone would need condom gel out here is beyond me, but at least now we have an option.”
Matthew chuckled. “Any lube?”
“No such luck.”
“Damn,” Andrew said, half-joking. His mind wasn’t really on sex, but he was sure that would change given enough time. It seemed like since he’d met up with the two of them he’d thought of little else when they were sitting together and not running for their lives, which was odd. He wasn’t usually a supremely sexual person.
“However, we’ve got some scent-free lotion,” Marcel added, a smile stretching his lips.
Matthew smirked. “Nice.”
“I think we should keep moving,” Andrew cut in. “What if whoever was driving got infected?”
“Good point, baby,” Marcel said. “I’ve got all the useful stuff. Too bad there weren’t any food packs.”
They hiked for another hour before Matthew okayed them to take a break. They stopped beside a small creek within sight of the river and opened their bags to get out their snack bars. They’d probably eat their hot packs later on when they stopped for the night. If we stop for the night. He was hopeful that they would get good news from Deadzone about the permit sooner rather than later.
It wasn’t long before Andrew was leaning against Marcel’s legs as he sat on a nearby rock and let Matthew feed him bits of his gummy snack as they rested. Marcel reached out and kneaded the back of his neck, dispelling the tension there. It was nice, being taken care of by two gorgeous men. He could definitely get used to it.
“Hmmm, that feels good.”
Marcel chuckled. “I aim to please.”
“We’ll give you a full-body one later,” Matthew added, his tone teasing. He shivered despite the playful nature of their conversation as he remembered the condom gel. When was the last time he’d fallen into bed with someone? “Those Necros were something out of a bad Corpse Rom movie.” Corpse Rom was a new era of hopeful romantic comedies in which the infected were “cured” by love. It was a sweet philosophical movement, but it wasn’t very realistic. The infected did not fall in love and change back into people. It just didn’t happen. There was no cure, but artists tried to make light of their world they lived in.
“They were talking and everything. I’ve never heard a corpse talk before,” Marcel murmured. “Not even on training vids.”
“That’s because it doesn’t happen. If it did, people would go nuts. I’m pretty high clearance, and I’ve never even heard rumors about the infected talking,” Matthew said. “If nothing else, we need to get back to civilization and let them know that it’s mutating in some way.”
“The media is going to flip,” Andrew said. He put the last bit of protein bar in his mouth and chewed. The bland peanut butter flavor did nothing for him, but it was sustenance, so he supposed he shouldn’t complain.
“The media will never hear about it,” Matthew corrected.
Andrew frowned. “Why not?”
“Because the government will want to keep it quiet. If word gets out, the public will panic.”
“Unfortunately, that’s true,” Marcel said. “They’ll probably end up sending some Special Ops agents in to take out this mob. They’ll kill every one of them. Them sounding more human will only spell trouble for what’s left of humanity.”
“What if they are becoming human again?” Andrew asked, playing devil’s advocate. “What if the Corpse Rom has it a little bit correct?”
“Hmmm,” Matthew murmured. “Did that thing sound human to you? Even though it was talking, did it show any sort of humanity? It hungered. It wanted. It killed humans for the consumption of its peers. Looking more like us, sounding more like us, doesn’t make them us.”
“The Necro King was looking for something though, someone. What was the name?” Andrew asked. He’d begun the discussion with a purely theoretical mindset. However, now that he got to thinking about it, there was a definitely something more than food in the discussion they’d heard earlier.
“Derek,” Marcel said. “I’m pretty sure that was the name.”
Matthew shrugged. “It doesn’t matter what it was. We just need to avoid the mob and concentrate on getting out of here. Let the UMF and SCAB agents handle the implications of an infected-driven manhunt.”
“I feel like we should do something,” Andrew began.
“No way in hell,” Matthew interrupted. “I won’t risk you or Marcel playing Nancy fucking Drew. There is nothing here we need to do but stay the fuck alive until the permits go through.”
Andrew searched his face as the agitation in his voice rose until the end of his sentence was all but snarled in Andrew’s direction. “Matthew?” he asked, concerned.
Matthew’s eyes closed, and he took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to snap.”
“You’re scared.” Andrew didn’t make it a question. He knew. Something about these Necros had unnerved him.
“I’m fucking terrified,” the big field agent whispered. “The world just doesn’t seem to be moving the way it’s supposed to.”
Andrew pushed up on his knees, and Marcel gave his back a pat as if to encourage him. He crawled forward before wrapping his arms around Matthew’s shoulders and bringing his head down to press a kiss on his lips. He wasn’t sure they were at the kisses-for-comfort stage in their relationship yet, but he knew kissing felt good and anything to take the haunted expression on Matthew’s face away was all right to use in his book.
“You don’t have to do that,” Matthew murmured against his lips. “You don’t have to do that for me.”
“I want to,” Andrew whispered. “All you agents have this hundred-yard stare that says you’ve walked through hell and come out the other side scarred. Let me comfort you where I can.”
Marcel pushed off the rock and came over to where they sat. “We want to comfort you.”
“You’re a field agent, too,” Matthew protested weakly as Marcel circled around behind him and pressed kisses to his neck.
“I’m a field agent whose first and only assignment was to accompany a run kid wherever he went. I haven’t seen an actual field mission since I was a trainee at the academy, and that was a closed course with a few rambling infected at best. You have true horrors in your past, Matthew. Let us ease you a bit.” With that, Marcel’s hand slid down to cup Matthew’s bulge.
Andrew was surprised that Marcel seemed so keen on the idea. He’d been the one who had been the edgiest when it came to performing sex acts together. Maybe Matthew hadn’t been the only one unnerved by what they’d seen. It seemed like everyone needed to reaffirm the fact they were human and very much alive. Andrew swallowed. He’d known from the second they’d found the condom gel that they’d be having sex, but he hadn’t expected it to be so soon.
“Hey, shh, we won’t do anything you don’t want to,” Matthew said, clearly reading his mind.
“But I want this.” Andrew swallowed. “I’m scared it’s too fast and too soon, but I want it.” If he were being completely honest, he needed this as much as the two of them seemed to need him.
Matthew swallowed, tilting his head to give Marcel better access to the column of his throat. “I don’t deserve this,” he murmured. “You two have been in love forever. It was okay when it was a bit of fun, but this feels…”
“Different, more,” Andrew supplied, filling in where he couldn’t. He understood what he meant. Even if he didn’t understand what the larger implications were. “You started this, Matthew. You’re a part of this now. Be with us.”
Andrew saw the fight go out of Matthew in an instant, and a sense of rightness filled him. This was the way things were supposed to be. This was how they were meant to be together. Call it instinct, fate, whatever label anyone wanted to attach to it, from the moment they’d met, their destinies had been int
ertwined.
“Come further up on the bank where the ground is a bit softer,” Matthew murmured, reaching out to grab his pack. “I want a blanket laid down for us.”
The gesture was sweet, exactly what the moment called for. He’d thought their first sex would be rough and desperate to match the tone of their situation. However, this somehow suited the emotions better, gentled them somehow. Andrew stripped out of his shirt and pushed his shorts down his hips in one smooth motion as Marcel and Matthew worked in unison to spread out the blanket and arrange their packs as pillows of a sort. Andrew toed off his shoes and stood on them to pull off his socks as well. His feet sank into the slightly soft ground, but it wasn’t unpleasant. He felt like he’d worn his shoes for years.
Marcel tossed the lotion and condom gel onto the blanket before pulling off his shirt and then bending down to unlace his combat boots. Andrew’s heart stuttered at the sight. This was the first time he’d seen either of them in the light. Their moonlight tangles had been wonderful, but there was something even more intimate about seeing his soon-to-be lovers in the bright afternoon sun. It was probably stupid and slightly suicidal to strip down to nothing, but the risk was worth it. They all needed this too much to be denied.
Matthew helped Marcel out of his pants, kissing his mouth as his hand worked on the buttons and zipper. Andrew’s cock hardened at the sight of them kneading one another’s lengths with their tongues thrusting and withdrawing in a blatant mimicry of sex. He didn’t feel left out in the least because he knew that they were in part doing it for him as well. I’m a little bit of a voyeur.
He sat down on the blanket and took in the picture before him. With the calm creek bubbling behind them and bracketed by trees, the scene was almost surreal. It was almost like they were a triad from the old days, leisurely picnicking and making love by a stream on a whim. He stroked his cock, holding onto the feeling of safety and leisure and concentrating on nothing but how wonderful it would feel to have them.
Marcel smeared condom gel on Matthew’s prick, stroking it to cover the entire length. Matthew’s head leaned back so his face was raised to the sky as pleasure crossed his expression as Marcel kept going, clearly teasing him. Andrew bit his bottom lip to keep from groaning at the sight. His insides writhed at the thought of being under both of them.
“How long has it been?” Marcel rumbled, his eyes boring into Andrew as he continued to play with Mathew.
Andrew swallowed. “What?”
“How long has it been since you were fucked?” The words went straight to his prick, and he did groan then, long and low. He squeezed the base of his cock to keep from shooting right then.
“I don’t remember. A long time,” Andrew managed to say. The last guy he’d been dating had only lasted three months. It had taken one race and one jealous spat afterward on account of the goodlooking men on his field team to seal the fate of that relationship. Marcel had given him a hug at the conclusion of the match, and his boyfriend had lost it.
“How long have you wanted it to be me?” Marcel asked, pinching Matthew’s beaded nipples.
“Since you joined my team,” Andrew admitted, owning his attraction for the first time.
“And Matthew?”
“Since we first met.”
“Why is there so much talking?” Matthew asked in a strangled voice. “Andrew, get over here and join us.”
Andrew smiled at the pair of them and rolled to his feet, letting his cock lead the way. He’d never been in bed with two men before, but he imagined that with a little creativity it would all work the way it was supposed to. Matthew reached for him first, and he went willingly. They shared a kiss as Marcel circled behind him and ground his cock along the crack of his ass. Andrew groaned into Matthew’s mouth at the action, which allowed Matthew’s tongue to slip inside and caress his own. The three hundred and sixty degrees of sensation swamped him. He wanted this so badly.
“Anyone know how to do this?” Marcel asked.
“Do you bottom?” Matthew asked.
Marcel ground harder on Andrew’s ass. “For you? Hmm, yeah.”
“Good,” Matthew all but purred. “Then we’ll have a Marcel sandwich until he can take both of us. You deserve Andrew’s pretty ass first. Don’t you agree, Andrew?”
Andrew shuddered. The combination of images made pre-cum seep from his cock tip in a steady stream. “Yes. I want to see you fuck him while he fucks me.”
“Stretch him while I play with his cock, Marcel.” Matthew sealed his mouth over his again, kissing him breathless in an instant. He jumped slightly as Marcel spread his cheeks and circled his entrance with a finger, but he relaxed as Marcel whispered something complimentary in his ear as he pushed his slicked digit forward a bit, fingering him gently. He’d always known Marcel would be a gentle lover.
“I can’t wait to be inside you,” Marcel rumbled. “You’re going to be so damn tight, baby.” He finally worked in the first finger while Matthew jerked his cock. Andrew could do nothing but moan into Matthew’s mouth as they played with his body. His mind was racing with the possibility of what was to come. He was going to get fucked thoroughly, and he was going to enjoy it.
Another finger joined the first, stretching his ass in preparation of taking Marcel’s cock. He broke the kiss he had with Matthew and stared up into his gray eyes. “Get him ready, too,” he whispered. “I want us to go all together.”
Matthew winked. “Whatever you say, sweet stuff.”
“Keep playin’ with your cock, Andy,” Marcel said, adding more lotion and another finger inside him. Andrew felt the stretch, the slow burn, and it was just as good as he thought it would be. He took his dick in hand and played with it just as Matthew had done. Marcel groaned behind him, the sound vibrating through his body. “Christ! Matthew!”
“Hmm, like that?”
“Fuck yes. Damn. S’good.”
They all strained together for endless moments before Matthew pulled them down to the blanket and arranged them for his pleasure. Andrew was commanded to his back with a pack under his hips to elevate them to make it easier to reach him. Marcel knelt between his thighs and pressed the flared head of his thick length at his entrance.
Matthew growled from over Marcel’s shoulder. “That’s it, Marcel. Get inside him so I can get in you.”
“Not gonna last,” Marcel rumbled as he sank the first inch inside Andrew. Andrew’s eyes crossed at the sensation. He was on fire. Every nerve ending on his body was buzzing with need, and his prick was so hard it curved upward toward his abdomen, smearing pre-cum on his stomach. He forced his eyes open, needing to see Marcel’s expression as he fucked him. He pulled back slightly before he pushed back inside, sinking into his heat deeper than before.
“Yes!” Andrew yelped, squirming in want. “More, please, Marcel!”
Sweat dripped down the side of Marcel’s neck. “Shh, don’t say that. Don’t say anything or I’m gonna come, Andy.”
A crack sounded followed by another moan from Marcel. “You won’t come until we do, boy. That’s an order.”
“God, Matthew. Don’t do that!” he said, his hips jerking in an almost frantic motion. Andrew was riding the pleasure as Marcel found his sweet spot unerringly and fucked against it as he raced toward completion.
Matthew chuckled. “Like getting spanked when you get fucked? Does it turn you on?”
“Apparently,” Marcel said in a strangled voice. Andrew laughed. He couldn’t help it. He always thought that laughing in the middle of sex was a bad thing but this was great. His heart felt light and free even as his desire rose higher.
“Is he inside you, Mar?” Andrew asked as the mood switched from funny to serious again. “How does he feel?”
“Yes,” Marcel said. “He’s amazing. Fucks so good.” His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and Andrew clung to his hips as he fucked him harder. Poor Mar wasn’t going to last another minute, which was fine. Andrew was already nearing the peak, his balls tightening i
mpossibly.
“Sexy boys,” Matthew rumbled. “My sexy boys.” The possession in his voice was too early, but it felt right, and it sent a shiver of want through him.
Andrew looked into Marcel’s pleasure-filled face and then over his shoulder at Matthew. This man had brought them together. He was what they’d needed for a long time, the necessary catalyst to bring them together.
“Come with me,” Matthew commanded. Andrew followed the command without question, his release ripped from him as he came all over his abdomen and chest. Marcel groaned, slamming inside him twice more before he, too, found release, Matthew right on his heels.
Andrew sighed as every muscle in his body relaxed in the aftermath of their joining. A slow grin spread over his face. That had been absolutely amazing. He let his eyes slide shut as bliss filled him. His entire body tingled with warmth, and he felt safe. He drifted in his happy place as they regained their ability to speak.
* * * * “Hmm, should’ve thought of clean up. That creek water is going to be cold,” Matthew rumbled as he pulled out of Marcel with a groan. Marcel gritted his teeth to keep from moaning himself. His heart was still thundering and his limbs were shaking from the intensity. It took all his strength not to collapse on top of Andrew. I can’t believe I had him. His cheeks heated as Matthew gave his ass a pat. And I can’t believe Matthew had me. He was going to feel it as he walked the remainder of the day, too. Matthew had been the perfect combination of rough and gentle as he’d fucked him. The only thing he regretted was that he couldn’t feel Matthew release inside him and fill Andrew in turn.
He pulled out of his lover slowly as Matthew rolled to his feet. Andrew looked like he had passed out already and was smiling softly as his breath fell and rose in deep, even movements. Marcel lay beside him and snuggled close to his side as he waited for Matthew to return. He rested his head on his hand as he stared at Andrew’s relaxed face. God, he’s so beautiful. Matthew returned with a wet Tshirt a second later. Marcel’s heart tripped over itself. And so is he.
