Listening to Rory, Nick lowered his gaze and nuzzled his face into the base of Andrew’s leaking cock. He wrapped his hand around the base, then slicked his tongue over Andrew’s balls. He took one ball into his mouth and caressed it with his tongue. The whine that drew out of Andrew was higher in pitch, and it made him sound as if he were about to choke on his own lust.
Above him, he heard Rory talk in a hushed tone. Nick kept his eyes closed and clung to the scent of Andrew and the sound of Rory. He toyed with Andrew’s cock, stroking purposefully, but without rhythm. Andrew writhed on the bed as much as he could, which wasn’t much now that Rory had restrained him. Rory whispered something, and Nick felt him climb off the bed.
Needing to see Andrew, Nick lifted his gaze as he took Andrew’s cock in his mouth again. Andrew’s wrists were wrapped in soft cuffs and the restraints had his arms pinned above his head, rather than out to the side. Nick pulled off Andrew’s cock and kissed the inside of his thigh.
“I’m going to tie you up one day, Andrew.”
Andrew grinned at him and tugged playfully at the restraints. “One day?”
Nick kissed a trail up Andrew’s stomach. “No. I’m going to do it my way. First,” Nick paused to take Andrew’s nipple into his mouth and flick it with his tongue. “First, I’ll tie you up in pretty colors.” Nick kissed the hollow of Andrew’s throat. “Pink, to match the color of your blush. Or maybe blue, to make it stand out. Then, when I have you decorated,” Nick straddled Andrew and pressed their bodies together until their erections were trapped between them. He licked the outer shell of Andrew’s pink ear. He decided then that he’d definitely chose blue rope. He didn’t want all of Andrew’s pretty pink skin to blend in. “Then I’m going to toy with you, tease you, drive you insane, and then, I’m going to fuck you.”
The bed shifted behind him as Rory joined them again. “Don’t let me interrupt your dirty talk, Nicky.” Rory grabbed a handful of Nick’s ass and slapped the other cheek. He felt hot breath wash over him a split second before Rory swiped his tongue over Nick’s hole.
Nick slanted his mouth over Andrew’s and kissed him. Rory’s tongue traced the edge of his hole, then licked its way down to his taint and back up again. A little breathless, Nick pulled away and buried his face in the crook of Andrew’s neck. He practically panted the words out as Rory continued to eat his ass.
“When I’m done fucking you, I’m going to untie you, then stretch you out and massage you, because you’ll be such a good boy for me. I know you will.” Nick shifted and ground their cocks together.
Andrew bucked his hips, moaning as he tugged at his restraints. “Please. Please. I need... fuck, something.”
“Lift your ass, Nicky.” Rory urged from behind. “Kneel on the bed.”
Dutifully, Nick followed Rory’s instructions, but he missed being pressed against Andrew. He missed the feeling of warmth and security that was there when Andrew was helpless underneath him. Rory spread Nick’s cheeks and laved his tongue over his hole, then down, over his taint. Nick shuddered when Rory licked at his balls. Nick slanted his mouth over Andrew’s and kissed him, slipping his tongue past Andrew’s lips and into his mouth. Andrew’s tongue battled back. He grabbed a handful of Andrew’s hair as he pulled out of the kiss. He pulled his head to the side and kissed his neck, bringing up a love bite below Andrew’s ear.
A well lubed finger breached Nicks’ hole, and he inhaled long and deep, savoring the feeling as Rory slid another inside him. He abandoned his mission to leave a necklace of hickeys across Andrew’s throat when Rory smoothed a hand across Nick’s lower back.
“Cub, we’re going to fuck Nicky.” Rory’s nonchalant delivery of the phrase had a stunning effect on Andrew’s expression. He appeared to be both incredulous and confused. Rory must have seen the look on Andrew’s face because his fingers disappeared from Nick’s ass and a condom wrapper crinkled, Rory continued talking in that same, run-of-the-mill tone of voice. Andrew looked down his body, so Nick followed his gaze and watched as Rory rolled a condom down Andrew’s cock. “Sticking your dick in someone doesn’t make you dominant, Andrew, any more than taking a dick in your ass makes you submissive. The complexities of the dynamic are something best enjoyed post orgasm though.”
Rory’s fingers slid into Nick’s ass again. They stroked over his prostate a couple of times, making him buck and shudder. “Take what you need, Nicky.”
Right then, Nick needed Rory to keep stroking his prostate, but then he remembered the hard body beneath him and his desire bloomed. He kissed Andrew, hard, unyielding, thrusting his tongue in Andrew’s mouth and resisted the urge to rut up against him until they both came undone because it wouldn’t be enough.
Nick reached back and gripped Andrew’s cock, because Andrew couldn’t, and lined it up with his hole. Grateful for the prep Rory had done, Nick took a deep breath and sank down onto Andrew’s cock. He watched Andrew’s face the whole time. Watched it morph from anticipation, into shock, then bliss.
“Oh fuck. Nick. Fuck. That’s... unreal.” Andrew squirmed underneath him, probably trying to fuck himself deeper into Nick.
“Stay still, cub.” Nick smoothed his hands up the muscled planes of Andrew’s chest, then up his muscular arms. He truly enjoyed the way Andrew was built. Powerful and solid, like Nick could do anything to him and he wouldn’t break. Nick rocked his hips. Andrew’s chest heaved. His arms flexed, testing the restraints again. He planted his hands on Andrew’s shoulders and used him as leverage to push himself back, fucking Andrew deeper inside of himself.
A hand in between his shoulders reminded him of Rory’s presence as he urged him to lower himself down until his and Andrew’s chests were pressed together. Nick gasped when fingers traced along the edge of his stretched hole. Andrew whimpered and panted, yanked at his restraints and struggled to stay still.
“Fuck. What’s he doing back there?”
“Shhh.” Nick said, then kissed the corner of Andrew’s mouth. “He’s making us feel good.” Nick rocked back and forth at a slower rhythm, wanting to drag this out for as long as possible. His aching cock was trapped again and the friction from Andrew’s body sent a delicious thrill up his spine. Then a finger dipped into his ass beside Andrew’s cock and Nick cried out. “Fuck. Roar.”
“Too much, Nicky?” Rory asked as he slid his finger in deeper.
His face buried against Andrew’s shoulder, Nick keened as Rory gently pressed his finger in deeper, slowly stroking it against Andrew’s cock and Nick’s passage. When Rory added a second finger Nick hissed at the slight burn as he was stretched further. Lips gently danced across his skin and he turned his head to capture Andrew’s mouth.
The sound of another wrapper crinkling wasn’t lost on Nick. His pulse pounded in his ears as Rory smoothed his hands up Nick’s back, on either side of his spine. Then back down again. He gripped Nick’s hips and gave them a firm squeeze. The touch of one hand vanished while the other remained on his hip, a reminder to keep still. Nick breathed deep as the head of Rory’s cock pressed against his entrance.
“What the... oh, fuck.” Andrew’s tortured statement mirrored the words in Nick’s head. And then there were no more words, just feelings and sensations. Tight. Hot. Happy. Safe. Full. Wanted.
Once his cock was buried deep inside Nick, Rory gripped both of Nick’s hips again. All he could do while Rory fucked him was cling to Andrew, who could do nothing but lay there and moan. The stretch burned a little at first, but it soon disappeared with the first shallow thrusts.
“Oh holy fuck, Roar. I need... I need... please... please…” Nick didn’t know what he was begging for. Every inch of skin felt tight, his pulse thrummed through his body. He rocked back a little, fucking himself deeper, harder, the way he needed. His balls were tight and hot, ready to explode.
Underneath him, Andrew arched his back, his arms pulled at the restraints as his orgasm ripped through him. Rory’s grip on Nick’s hips turned to iron and he slammed into Nick. His
world went white, and he felt like he shattered into a million pieces. Then, Rory pressed against his back, hips snapping furiously, his hands digging into Nick’s shoulders. He screamed his release against Nick, then kissed his damp skin. After peppering kisses across Nick’s back, Rory gingerly pulled out.
Were it not for the condoms, Nick would’ve been filled with both of them, marked as theirs. Maybe one day they’d be able to do that, Nick mused as he pulled himself off Andrew’s softening cock. He kissed a very blissed out Andrew sweetly on the mouth, then undid his restraints.
Immediately, Andrew wrapped his arms around Nick and pulled him close. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left.”
Nick rolled onto his side and tugged Andrew against him. He kissed his forehead and stroked his back. “You’re here now. That’s what counts.” Nick kissed his forehead again and closed his eyes. Andrew’s abrupt departure had scared the life out of Nick. He cared about Andrew, a lot, and the thought of hurting him or scaring him made his guts churn. “You’re okay, right?” Nick asked.
Andrew’s laugh sounded a little watery. “I’m really, really, okay.”
Nick closed his eyes and exhaled. The bed dipped as Rory climbed back in. Nick watched him clean Andrew up. Then Rory nestled in behind Andrew, slung an arm around his middle and reached for Nick. His fingertips grazed down Nick’s arm and he gave Nick one of his everything is going to be okay smiles. Nick believed him.
Chapter Twenty
Rory
Rory removed his condom, then went back to the men who lay tangled in his bed. He removed the condom from Andrew’s softening cock. He ditched them both in the garbage in the en suite, dampened a cloth and climbed into bed behind Andrew, who had his arms wrapped around Nick. He’d give the cub a few minutes to calm himself down, and Nick a few minutes to help him, and then they were going to talk.
Rory should’ve known better than to have any kind of scene, even one as seemingly tame as the scene earlier without a full discussion of limits and expectations beforehand. But he never ever thought that Andrew would vanish like that.
He cleaned the cum off Andrew’s stomach and tossed the cloth aside before nestling down in behind him. He draped his arm around Andrew and stared past him at Nick. They’d shared something truly beautiful a few minutes ago, something special, and the glow it left on Nick’s face made Rory’s chest constrict. He’d given this to them, this moment, this blissful, peaceful moment.
For a long time after Rory met Nick, he’d wondered if he could be enough for him. Then he came to the realization that he would never fill all of Nick’s needs. They weren’t completely compatible. Then in walked Andrew. And making Nick happy wasn’t the only reason he found himself wanting to keep the man. He was attracted to Andrew. How could he not be? He was built like Nick, all tall and strong and powerful. But their similarities ended there, and Rory knew what attracted Nick to Andrew because it was probably the same thing that attracted Rory to him, too.
Andrew had this sweet sort of vulnerability about him that Rory found especially enticing. He was innocent, and kind, and achingly sweet. The urge to protect him was strong, and Rory imagined that it was that very urge that drew Nick to Andrew in the first place.
Rory raked his fingers through Andrew’s hair. “Care to explain what happened today, cub?”
Andrew sighed, but shifted around until he was on his back, cradled against Nick, but able to see them both. “I panicked. It was stupid. I just…” Andrew trailed off and seemed unable to find the words to articulate his feelings.
“Let’s start at the beginning, then. Walk me through it. Tell me what you were thinking and feeling when Nick took you upstairs.”
It took Andrew a few minutes to start talking. “I wasn’t nervous. Not until near the end.” Andrew furrowed his brow. “The whole time, watching you with Nick, I kept thinking that... I didn’t know if I’d like what you were doing to Nick, but I didn’t want to be so far away either.” The crease in Andrew’s brow deepened and his eyes were dark and stormy. “I think I was jealous. I didn’t feel included. I didn’t understand that I’d been included the whole time, not until Xavier yelled at me.”
“It’s my fault.” Rory tried to keep the sorrow out of his voice but failed. “I should never have done any of that without talking more with you about the dynamics of a scene. We haven’t discussed limits or expectations or anything. I got greedy.” Rory forced a smile, found Andrew’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “I never meant for you to feel excluded or jealous. I was sharing something with you, something that is usually only for Nicky and me. I should’ve made things clearer.”
Nick pressed a kiss to Andrew’s shoulder, he always was super affectionate right after a scene. “I should’ve insisted on fucking you when you were still tied to the bed.”
Andrew laughed, and a portion of the weight lifted off Rory’s chest.
“I didn’t mean to upset you.” Andrew took a deep breath. “Xavier was mad at me. He said he’d be destroyed if Everett bailed right after a scene.”
“I told you aftercare was important. And it’s the best part.” Nick’s quiet admission had Rory’s heart pounding. “This part, this right here, is what I like best. The scenes are great, they’re hot, they’re a lot of fun. They get me out of my head and peel all the stress away, but the aftercare is what I like. I’m sometimes tired, and sometimes sore, but the world is still faded into the distance and it’s just me and Roar.” Nick brushed a kiss against Andrew’s temple. “And you.”
“Aftercare is just as important for doms as it is for their subs. When we start a scene with someone, we need to see it through. Making sure you’re okay, taking care of you, that’s my job.” Rory smiled down at Andrew. “Doms like to have their egos stroked. We like the aftercare part, or at least I do, because I like hearing how much pleasure I gave someone. I like knowing that I did a good job. And to do a good job, I need to make sure the people I play with are okay. Do you understand?”
Andrew nodded. “I’m sorry.”
Rory pressed a finger to Andrew’s lips. “No more of that.” He waited a moment, then asked, “Do you still want to do this?” Rory stroked his hand up and down Andrew’s arm. He hoped the answer would be yes. There was always a possibility that he was wrong. He didn’t want to be wrong about Andrew, he cared too much already. He waited on tenterhooks for the answer.
A nod, and the fear fluttered out of Rory’s heart and vanished. He hadn’t fucked it up. He hadn’t cost Nick everything he ever wanted, he could still make it happen. He knew from the beginning that it could work, or he never would have entertained the idea to begin with. The relief he experienced was palpable, and he smiled at Nick as he brushed a kiss against Andrew’s shoulder.
“Then we need rules. New rules. We’re boyfriends. Intimacy is allowed between any of us three, but only us three. No one else.” Rory forged ahead with little pause. “If you feel jealous or neglected, or otherwise uneasy about something, you need to discuss it with us. There will be no more running out of here in a panic after a scene. You can safeword, you can make it stop, and we will talk about it, okay.” He waited for Andrew to nod before continuing. He narrowed his gaze at Andrew. “There are more constructive ways to deal with things and think things through, than resorting to binge drinking.”
Andrew’s cheeks flushed pink. “I should know better by now. It’s just... I’m used to dealing with everything on my own.”
“What about Everett?” Nick asked. He looked sated and sleepy, and still a little rough around the edges from the long day he’d had, but happy.
“Everett had his own share of stuff to deal with. His mom dying. Starting over. Recovering from his assault. What kind of friend would I be if I dumped my petty problems on him?” Andrew exhaled. “It seemed unfair to burden him with my crap.”
“You should’ve at least given him a chance to be there for you. What about your brother, Xavier?”
“Xavier was a kid when I moved out.”
/> “He’s not a kid now.” Rory remarked. “Andrew, while we need you to talk to us, you also need more than just us. Your brother and your best friend dropped everything today to help you, and they’d do it again. You need to start letting people help you, Andrew.”
Andrew locked gazes with him. “Is that a rule?”
Rory took a breath. “No. It’s a suggestion, from one of your boyfriends.”
Nick leaned over and kissed Andrew on the cheek. “From both your boyfriends.”
Snuggling closer, Rory decided that changing the subject would be a good idea. “So. Let’s talk limits, cub.”
Andrew chuckled and his entire face flushed crimson. “Is it okay to admit that I know a whole lot less than I thought I did? I borrowed a couple of books from Nick today though.”
“Not knowing your limits is perfectly fine, cub. We’ll go slow, scene by scene, day by day. We’ll discuss things in detail before they happen.” Rory grinned and ruffled Andrew’s hair. “This isn’t my first rodeo. I used to train submissives. It’s why I’m so very mad at myself for what happened today. I owe you a huge apology.”
Andrew’s eyes widened. “I’m the one who left, though.”
“And I’m the Dom. I’m in charge. I should have explained things more thoroughly. I should’ve talked to you more during the scene. There’s a million things I could’ve done to prevent what happened today, and you both got hurt because of it.”
Andrew shrugged. “Yeah, well, you could’ve, but maybe I still would’ve freaked out and made the wrong choice. We both did things wrong today.”
“We did.” Rory leaned down and kissed Andrew, briefly. “Everyone makes mistakes.” Rory’s gaze darted up and met Nick’s. “Except for Nicky. He’s perfect.”
Any response that was about to be made was cut off by the sound of Andrew’s stomach rumbling. Rory indulged himself by ruffling Andrew’s hair, then Nick’s. “I’ll get us something to eat and bring it up.”
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