“Suck, Nicky.”
He expected his cock to be engulfed in the wet heat of Nick’s mouth. Instead, Andrew spat out a curse when Nick laved his tongue across his balls, then took one into his mouth, gently caressing it with his tongue. Rory’s hand never stopped stroking Andrew’s cock. His slick palm slid over the head, causing Andrew to shiver and arch his back. His balls tightened as pressure built and Andrew managed to remember what he was supposed to do.
“Fuck. Close. I’m close.” Andrew panted and felt his face flush with embarrassment. Thirty seconds into getting his dick touched, and he was ready to blow. Unexpectedly, his cock suddenly bobbed in open air, his balls were no longer being sucked on. Andrew’s mouth hung open, and he moaned as his orgasm retreated. “Fuck. Shit. What the hell?”
Next to him now, Rory chuckled and kissed the corner of Andrew’s mouth. He didn’t speak. He hovered there as his hand once again gripped Andrew’s cock. Nick licked at his nuts again, his hands pushed Andrew’s legs further apart. The dual sensations of Rory jacking him while Nick licked and sucked on his balls quickly brought Andrew back to the edge.
“Oh god.” Andrew cried out and again, all sensation vanished. His cock twitched unhappily as it reached for an orgasm that retreated. Again.
His chest heaved. Sweat beaded on his forehead. And again they brought him to the edge. Andrew raised his head, seeking Rory’s mouth. He found it, and Rory pulled back. His dark chuckle made Andrew’s breath catch in his throat. “What’s the magic word, Cub?”
“Please. Please, Roar.”
Rory kissed him deeply, humming approval as his hand stroked down Andrew’s chest. Wet heat engulfed his cock and sucked him down to the base. Andrew arched his back and came, shouting muffled cries into Rory’s mouth. Rory kissed him while he trembled and shook and came in Nick’s mouth.
Fingers raked through his hair and Rory cooed words against his cheek as he peppered his face with kisses. Words like good boy and so beautiful. Words that spoke to something inside of Andrew and soothed it. He was good. Rory, who could do anything, who everyone loved, loved him and thought he was good. It was a validation that Andrew didn’t know he needed until he got it and he trembled.
“Open your eyes.” Rory said.
Andrew obeyed, reluctantly, because he felt like his whole soul was open, and that if they looked in his eyes they’d see everything about him. And then, that became the reason he opened his eyes. He wanted to share himself with them. His whole self.
Nick looked down at him and Andrew saw nothing but lust and affection in his gaze. He leaned in and Andrew opened for him and let Nick lick at the inside of his mouth. He tasted himself on Nick’s tongue. It was tangy and a bit salty, but not unpleasant.
“On your back Nicky.” Rory said and Nick pulled away. Andrew missed the sensation of Nick’s mouth on his, and maybe even the taste of himself on Nick’s tongue, but he wanted to find out what would happen next.
“Duty calls.” Nick winked at Andrew and stole another kiss, which earned him a sharp slap on the ass from Rory. Nick yelped, but then he made a sound in the back of his throat, a low guttural noise that got Andrew’s dick interested in what was about to happen.
Nick stretched out on his back and Andrew watched in awe as Rory rolled a condom down Nick’s cock. “Who here would be opposed to the idea of ditching these things as soon as possible?” Rory asked as he squirted some lube in his hand, then slicked the condom. Nick scoffed, Andrew swore, and Rory laughed. “Glad to see we’re all on the same page.”
Rory shuffled up Nick’s body and Andrew watched, mesmerized, as Rory skillfully slid down Nick’s cock. Rory looked at Andrew and smiled, his chest heaved as his breathing got heavier. “Hands above your head, Nicky. That’s a good boy.” Rory said as he started grinding his hips.
“Holy fuck.” Andrew palmed his cock, which was already half hard again and stared, mouth agape as Rory planted both hands on Nick’s chest and rode him hard. Flesh slapped together and Rory arched his spine, tilted his head back, and fucked himself on Nick’s cock.
Mesmerized, Andrew watched while Nick laid there, his hands above his head, gripping the headboard, his arms tense. Andrew wondered if Nick wanted to touch Rory as bad as he did. Rory’s head dropped, his chin rested against his chest, then he opened his eyes and caught Andrew’s gaze. Rory looked down and smiled when he saw Andrew stroking his cock.
“Get up here, Cub.”
Andrew rose to his knees and Rory gave him an amused grin as he ground his ass in slow circles. Nick groaned, and said Rory’s name like a curse, but Rory paid no attention to him. He smiled at Andrew. “I’m going to fuck Nicky, and I want you to kiss me while I do, but I think,” Rory stopped and closed his eyes for a second. Lost in lust, he moaned, then opened his eyes and looked at Andrew again. “I think Nicky should get you ready for me. Sit on his face, Cub.”
With remarkably little hesitation, Andrew straddled Nick, who finally let go of the headboard, grabbed Andrew’s hips, and swiped his tongue over Andrew’s hole. “Oh holy fuck.” Andrew gasped in surprise. Rory reached for him. Fingers wrapped around the back of Andrew’s head, he pulled him in for a kiss. Hard and fast, Rory thrust his tongue into Andrew’s mouth. He kissed Andrew with the same ferocity he used to fuck Nick, and the dual sensation of tongue-on-tongue and tongue-in-hole made Andrew grateful that he’d already orgasmed, or he certainly would have again.
Andrew kissed Rory until he was breathless and panting. He pulled away to catch his breath and Rory grabbed his hand. He brought it to his cock and shoved it into Andrew’s hand. He held it there, fucking himself on Nick’s cock, thrusting his cock through Andrew’s hand. Andrew looked at Rory, who had a devilish glimmer in his eyes. Rory’s chest heaved, his brow shone with sweat, and he was one hundred percent in control.
“Come for me Nicky.” Rory said as he fucked harder, snapping his hips. Nick bucked and tensed underneath him, then screamed his release against Andrew’s skin. Andrew closed his eyes as Rory kissed him again, tenderly, with lips that caressed and a tongue that tantalized. Rory kissed the corner of Andrew’s mouth. “On your back.”
As quick as he could manage, Andrew climbed off Nick, who wrapped his arms around Andrew as he settled on the bed next to him and pulled him close. Nick captured Andrew’s mouth and kissed him again, as Rory settled between Andrew’s legs, urging them apart. Nick kissed Andrew with so much passion and emotion that it made Andrew feel like it was his very first kiss as if all the other kisses before it had only been practice.
He gasped against Nick’s mouth when Rory slid a slicked finger inside Andrew, urging him to open. He raised a hand and clung to Nick, his other reached for Rory. Andrew trembled when Rory smoothed a hand up his torso and slid another finger inside him, coaxing him open. “Shhh, sweet cub. We’ve got you.”
Then, Rory’s mouth was there with Nick’s. Two tongues battled with his. Breath mingled. Stubble scratched. It was slightly awkward, but hot, and Andrew yearned to be closer to them. “Please.” Andrew pleaded.
Strong arms wrapped around him and held him tight as Rory slid inside, slowly, until every inch of him was inside Andrew. He leaned down and rolled his hips, moving a little, adding delicious friction to the almost-too-full feeling. Andrew watched as Rory leaned down and kissed Nick never breaking his rhythm.
Sweat dampened Rory’s hair. He gripped Andrew’s shoulders and drove into him hard and fast, then, he swooped down and slanted his mouth over Andrew’s. Rory’s wild abandon, his guttural moans, cries and pants sent Andrew over the edge. He came, again, and smiled as Rory collapsed on top of him. His lithe arms draped over him and Nick as he breathed heavily into Andrew’s neck.
“Mine. Both of you.”
Andrew exhaled. “Yours.”
Nick kissed the side of Andrew’s head. “Always.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Nick
Probably the best part about having everyone over for a post-moving day celebration was ho
w happy Andrew looked. Nick didn’t think he’d ever seen him smile as big as he did when Everett and Xavier showed up. That was another a perk; Everett and Xavier were excellent in the kitchen, and insisted on helping Rory, so Nick got to snuggle on the couch with Andrew and keep Matt and Steve company while dinner was prepared.
Nick and Andrew laughed when Steve hauled Matt into his lap when he’d tried to sit next to him. Steve’s python arms wrapped around Matt and Steve growled in his ear.
“Stay.”
Matt blushed but didn’t argue. Instead, he pointed to a large potted plant with a huge red bow. “I’d have bought you something too, but I was told gifts weren’t allowed.”
Nick rolled his eyes. “That’s not a gift. That’s Everett and Xavier making fun of me.”
“It’s a little funny.” Andrew nudged Nick with his elbow.
“They named it Rupert The Second.”
Steve raised an eyebrow. “Rupert the second?”
“Rupert the first was abandoned and starved to death.” Andrew provided the explanation with a grin and Nick snaked his arm around him, tugging him closer. “It’s a good thing it was only a plant and not a cat.”
“Watch it, Cub.” Nick kissed Andrew on the temple.
Out of nowhere, Rory dropped down on the couch next to Andrew. “What’s this about a cat? We don’t need a kitty, we have a cub.” Rory patted Andrew on the knee.
Steve grinned. “They kicked you out of the kitchen, didn’t they?”
“Yes.” Rory flailed. “Can you believe it? It’s my kitchen.”
“I know all about that.” Steve smirked. “They borrowed the kitchen at the club to shoot an episode for Everett’s vlog and they kicked me out.”
Andrew groaned. “Please tell me they have clothes on.”
Nick gave him a playful shove but said nothing. Rory assured Andrew that when they’d banished him from the kitchen, they’d been fully dressed. Nick sat and observed his men as the conversation continued. Steve had more renovation ideas for the club, and he watched and listened as they discussed Steve’s ideas.
Dinner was served in the little used dining room. When it had just been him and Rory, they seldom used it. Then, when they’d added Andrew to the mix, and the trio spent most of their time at Rory’s house, they ate in the kitchen, or in the living room in front of the television. Rory sat at the head of the table, with Nick and Andrew on each side. Matt and Steve sat next to Nick while Xavier and Everett sat opposite.
Nick knew that Andrew and his brother had some friction in their relationship, mostly over Everett, who looked at Xavier like he’d hung the moon. It seemed that with time, Andrew’s crush had vanished as did the tension between them.
When everyone finally left, Nick wrapped his arms around Rory and kissed his temple. “Our family sure has grown.”
Rory seemed to ponder that statement for a moment before melting into Nick’s embrace. “It’s nice, having the both of you here with me.”
Nick glanced around. “Where’s Andrew?”
Rory looked up at Nick and grinned. “He’s waiting for you in the playroom.”
Nick’s cock twitched. “Hell yes.”
“He wanted to celebrate with us. The clinic called today and we have negative results straight across the board.”
Nick crushed his lips against Rory’s, then laced their fingers together and tugged him toward the playroom.
“I have an idea, Roar.”
“Oh?”
Nick led them up the stairs and into the third bedroom that they used for their playroom. He stopped outside the door and kissed Rory again. “Do you trust me?”
“Always.”
Nick towed Rory into the playroom and shut the door. He ignored Andrew at first, while he knelt, naked, in the middle of the room. He pointed to the bed, to the same spot they’d tied Andrews and made him watch. “Sit, please.”
Rory sat without question. He leaned against the headboard then stretched his legs out in front of himself. He folded his hands behind his head and nodded toward Andrew. “Do that voodoo that you do.”
Nick leaned down and brushed a kiss against Rory’s mouth. “Thank you.” Nick poured all the emotion he could muster into those two words. Thank you for being you. Thank you for giving me him. Thank you for not giving up on this, but Nick didn’t know how to get the rest of the words past the lump of emotion in his throat so he smiled at Rory, then turned and pulled his shirt off over his head. He tossed his shirt aside and strode over to Andrew.
Andrew knelt on the floor. Head down. Hands on his thighs, palms up. Nick trailed a hand across his shoulders, not missing the way Andrew trembled.
“Up.” Nick commanded. Unsteadily and not at all graceful, Andrew rose to his feet. “Perfect.” Nick took a few minutes to examine Andrew. He ran his hands over Andrew’s bare body, caressing his ass cheeks, fondling his balls and gripping his already hard cock. He rubbed Andrew’s back then gripped Andrew’s chin in his fingers and tilted Andrew’s head up so he could catch his gaze. “Go over to the bed, lay next to Rory, face down, arms at your sides.”
Nick watched Andrew walk over to the bed and carefully lower himself down exactly as Nick told him. He watched Rory stare at him for a moment before Rory’s hand moved and popped the button of his trousers. Nick grinned and walked over to the cabinet that Rory had put in for him. Nick filled the cabinet with all new items. He rifled through and selected a nice, long length of rope, the same color as Rory’s eyes. He grabbed a strong pair of scissors, just in case, then shut the cabinet.
Nick walked over to the bed, keenly aware of the way Rory stared hungrily, stroking his cock. He set the rope on the floor next to the bed and smoothed his hands over Andrew’s limbs. “Relax, Cub. I’m going to tie you up. It’s not going to hurt you.” Nick gently massaged the tension out of Andrew’s shoulders. “If you need me to untie you or cut you loose, say red, Cub. But I want you to relax. Do you understand?”
Andrew exhaled, and Nick watched him close his eyes. “Yes, Sir.”
Nick had been called sir before, but never by anyone who meant as much to him as Andrew did and be damned if the sound of it didn’t make his insides sing. He wondered if Rory felt as good as this when he called him Sir.
Shaking the thought away and ignoring the way Rory’s cock was now out in the open, already hard and slick with pre-cum, Nick gave Andrew a sharp smack on the ass, then rubbed the sting away. “Up on all fours.”
Andrew pushed himself up, he kept his eyes down, and closed, and his hard cock swayed heavily between his legs. Nick gathered the rope in his hands and found the end. He slid the rope through his fingers, feeling the soft texture. He gripped it, tugged at it and tested its strength. Then, he began.
He worked quietly, the way he preferred. No one spoke. The only sound was Andrew’s deep breathing and every so often, a grunt or a whimper from Rory. He started with the center of the rope, keeping the loop at Andrew’s back he wound the rope around his torso, and pulled it through the loop. He brought the end over Andrew’s shoulder, then down his chest until he got to the rope that wound around his torso. He looped the end of the rope over the section that was already there, then under and brought it over the other shoulder.
Nick smoothed his hand down Andrew’s back and continued, looping the rope under his arm and through the loop that went around his neck, then back again. Nick finished off the harness, checked to make sure it wasn’t tight or pinching anywhere and tied it off. He admired his handy work. Blue rope on pale skin. Andrew, relaxed and pliant.
“On your back.” Nick spoke in a hushed tone, watching from the corner of his eye as Rory gripped his cock. Andrew rolled over onto his back and gazed up at Nick. He caressed Andrew’s cheek, smoothed his hand down Andrew’s body, slid it behind his leg, then pushed his leg up. Nick looped the rope around Andrew’s thigh, right above the knee, not too tight, then took the tails and wound them under his shoulders and arm and secured them to the open loop on the opposite leg
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Nick raked his fingers through Andrew’s hair. “How are you feeling, Cub?”
“Good.” Andrew breathed out. “I’m okay.”
Nick cupped Andrew’s cheek and leaned down. He kissed him sweetly on the mouth, licking inside to taste, only briefly, before standing up. Nick flicked the button of his pants open, then shoved them down to the floor. His cock bobbed in the air. Andrew eyed him hungrily, and Nick offered him a sweet smile before flicking his gaze over to Rory.
Two eyes, the same color as washed out denim, looked at him, pinning him in place with his ravenous stare. A question hung in the air between them. Unasked. And Nicky dropped to his knees.
Everything he was. Everything he had. It was all for them, and he wanted to give this to them. To Andrew, he gave his control, his dominance, his guidance and protection. To Rory, he gave his submission and his strength. To them both, his heart. His love. Everything.
Nicky lowered his gaze to the floor and waited.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Rory
Rory swung his feet off the bed and onto the floor. He kept his hand on his cock, squeezing the base to keep himself from going off because watching Nicky go Dom; tying Andrew up, caressing his skin, laying rope against flesh, checking tension, all the details he paid attention to. The tiny adjustments Rory watched him make to ensure Andrew’s comfort. Then, Nick kissed their cub, and got on his knees, flipping the switch between Dom and submissive.
Rory padded over to Nick and cupped the underside of his chin. He meant to speak to him, to thank him, but instead he pressed his lips against Nick’s and kissed him deeply, his hunger and lust spilling out, demanding he take what he wanted. Breathless, he pulled away. “Nicky, beautiful, Nicky.” Rory’s gaze flicked to Andrew. “He looks lovely in blue. I feel like you’ve gift-wrapped him for me.”
Quickly stripping out of his clothes, Rory kicked them aside then snapped his fingers and watched Nick rise to his feet. He circled Nick, much the same way Nick had done to Andrew. Glancing down at Andrew, Rory smiled. He’d never watched Nick bind someone before. It was something they’d never shared, until now. Rory went to Andrew’s side and bent down, brushing a kiss to the end of his nose, then his forehead. He raked his fingers through Andrew’s hair, then, delicately followed the path the ropes made.
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