by SE Jakes
He heard the ripping of condom packages and knew what would happen next. Could barely stand to wait for it, either.
And then Styx went down on him, took Paulo’s balls in his mouth and suckled them, used his fingers to apply pressure to his perineum, and that drove him out of his goddamned mind with need and want. Styx knew it, played there while his hand circled Paulo’s cock, which was impossibly hard again, despite the recent orgasm.
And then Styx rose up and entered him without warning, taking a long, slow slide, his piercing adding that extra brush to his gland that nearly drove him into the ceiling as Law watched.
“Yeah, he’s good at that—taking your ass and making it his,” Law told him. “You don’t have a choice in the matter. He can do anything he goddamned pleases—and he will.”
“Law.” The name, moaned out because looking and listening to Law while Styx had his way made Paulo’s need to come again immediate.
“Go ahead—no one’s stopping you,” Law murmured. “But no one’s untying you yet. We need more than two orgasms to bring you back to an even keel.”
Paulo came hard—Styx continued to pump and grind even as the contractions rocked Paulo’s body.
Law was watching Styx now, his face tight with a lust of his own, and when Styx came with a near howl and stilled, Law pushed him off and entered Paulo. The mattress shook as Law gripped Paulo’s hips, and Paulo finally understood the truth behind the term fucking you blind, because it was going to happen. His senses went into overload and when he shot between them, Styx moved in to lick the come from his belly and Law plunged into him harder, and there was nothing Paulo could do to make it stop.
And the best part was, he had no desire to do so.
In the aftermath, the scene was very much like it had been the night before when he’d panicked. But this time, he was simply boneless, drained, and he didn’t mind the men fussing over him. Both had washcloths and they toweled him dry before crawling into bed on either side of him.
“Thinking of untying me anytime soon?” Paulo asked finally, when he could actually form words.
“Yeah—and then retying you in a different position,” Styx said, and the man was one hundred percent serious. Paulo supposed that’s what he got for asking.
Chapter Nine
Law did untie Paulo then, rubbed his arms to bring the circulation back into them. Styx did the same thing with Paulo’s legs, and Law did have plans to strap Paulo back to the bed and take him again. And again.
But first, there was still some making up he needed to do. He lay back against the pillow and Paulo turned to him, burying his face against Law’s shoulder. Styx watched the two of them, jerked his head toward the bedroom, asking silently if Law wanted him to leave.
Fuck, he didn’t. He shook his head, and Paulo lifted his and looked between the men. Law sat up against the back of the couch that served as a headboard for the pull-out bed, wanting all the heaviness to just leave his heart.
There was so much he needed to put behind him, to forgive, that if he didn’t start he would break from bitterness.
How often did anyone get second chances like this?
“I know what you read in my file,” he started. “But I need to tell you about it.”
Paulo just nodded, and Law knew the younger man would never make him, but Styx probably would. And Styx would’ve been right. Talking it through to both men seemed so right. And despite all the other shit falling down around their heads, tonight there was nothing more to do but put some ghosts to rest.
“I had an older brother,” he started, glanced at Paulo, who’d sat up facing him. Styx moved in closer, like their proximity would keep him from breaking down—and maybe it would. “He wasn’t much older than me and we weren’t really close, but if I didn’t have him growing up, I probably wouldn’t have survived the abuse. Because it was hell. There were days I just wanted to die. Prayed for it, and probably would’ve done it, but I wouldn’t leave my brother like that.”
Even though he and his brother had been mostly adversarial, when it came to the beatings, they never sold one another out. A completely dysfunctional relationship, and Law was sure it couldn’t have been any different, considering the circumstances. “I knew early on that my preference was for men and my brother couldn’t understand that. I guess he thought it might make him gay by association, but I was grateful he let me tell him.”
“The file says you guys were moved to foster care,” Paulo said quietly. “How did the system fail you so badly?”
Had it? Looking back, Law supposed it did, but back then, what he’d always known was the only thing he’d been comfortable with, even though he knew it wasn’t normal. “We were taken away twice, but those places were as bad as home. It’s why I started working at Greg’s to begin with. I needed money if I was going to get out and escape foster care, and Greg hired me even though I was young. Paid me cash. My brother didn’t want to work with fags, as he so eloquently referred to me, but he put in his time bussing at a diner. Our grades sucked because we barely made it in, but it wasn’t like anyone at home cared. After a while, our parents didn’t notice that we’d unplugged the phone from the wall. They were too busy drinking and taking their anger out on us.”
Law rubbed his hip, remembering the day his father burned him with the cigarettes while Law stood there, too goddamned stubborn to cry out and give his father that satisfaction. “In the end, it was daily. Greg knew. It was impossible to hide. The broken collarbone…Greg was the one who took me to the ER. Paid cash for the visit. For a while, my father tried to hit us where no one would see, but he stopped caring. We just hung around a few days too long. We had bus tickets out of the city. We had cash. We were packed.”
Law could still see his brother’s suitcase if he thought about it hard enough—it was sitting next to the window, ready for them to head out the window and down the fire escape.
He wasn’t sure if he could get the next words out, but it was the missing piece of the puzzle Paulo didn’t know.
“The file listed your brother as a runaway. What happened to him?” Paulo asked, and that gave Law the push he needed.
“My father killed him. I don’t think he meant to go that far—not at that moment—but he pushed Jason down the stairs and by the time he hit the bottom, he was dead.”
He could close his eyes and still see the odd angle of his brother’s head, the opened eyes that held a surprised, scared look. The screams of his mother…not because she’d lost her son, but because she feared she’d go to jail. “I left that night. I don’t know where he’s buried. The police never found him—the school reported us both missing and as far as I know, they assumed we were just runaways. I would’ve turned him in—maybe I should have. When I was old enough to think about telling the police everything, I discovered that both my parents were dead, and there was never any justice anyway.”
And there it was, his famous past, laid out for both men to see. He was sure the pain of it was etched on his face and his body felt tight from holding everything together.
When Paulo spoke, there wasn’t a trace of pity. “I wanted to find out why you were always in pain in the morning…or when it was damp out.” He touched Law’s hip, and Law jerked away, ashamed of the burns that were still there.
“I knew I didn’t want to get close to you,” he muttered.
“Because I’d see everything. Expose you.” Paulo pulled him back and Law finally met his eyes. “I love what I see. I just hate that you had to suffer through what you did to make it here. I wish I could wave a wand and erase it or at least get rid of the memories, but I can’t. I hate that you went through it. But you wouldn’t be who I love if that hadn’t happened. Should I wish that away?”
“No,” Law said, the word spilling out without thought. It was all about feelings now, and it had never quite been like this for him, and the word love came so naturally, so unabashedly from Paulo that it moved him more than he’d thought possible. He let both men mov
e closer to him. With their bodies on either side of him, he felt warm and safe. “I made it out.”
“You paid a hell of a price,” Styx told him.
“I’ve had more good years than bad,” Law said.
“Fuck, Law, no one should have had any years like that.” Paulo rubbed the back of Law’s neck. “You didn’t deserve that shit.”
Styx buried his head against Law’s shoulder and Law bowed his head. “What do either of you see in me?”
Styx’s head shot up and he took Law by the chin. “I see everything, Law. Goddamn it, you are fucking everything to me.”
He leaned in and kissed Law on the forehead and then touched his forehead to Law’s. Paulo kept his hand on the back of the man’s neck, whispered. “You’re the best.”
After a long moment, Law turned his attention back to Paulo. “I’m sorry I was a prick.”
“Fuck, I—”
“Don’t want to talk more about it now. Right now, I want to fuck you while Styx fucks me. I need that.”
“I need that too,” Paulo whispered, and that was all Law wanted to hear. He bent to kiss Paulo’s shoulder and then the man’s lips softly.
“You’re going to be sore as hell,” Law told him.
“Don’t care—worth it,” Paulo urged him, and then Paulo gasped in surprise and bucked against Law. Styx had a small smile on his face and his hand was on Paulo’s ass, fingering him, preparing him for Law.
He knew Styx was being gentle, could tell by the look of pleasure and not pain on Paulo’s face. And Law knew he would have to move closer to Styx, to surrender to him this time, and it scared the shit out of him. Paulo seemed to understand, was caressing Law’s shoulders, sucking his nipples, waiting patiently for Law to make the first move even as he undulated from Styx’s machinations.
Law finally tried to push Paulo to his stomach, but the younger man shook his head as Styx shifted to let things begin.
“Want to watch,” Paulo said, and Law nodded and started kissing him, forgetting everything else but the pleasure he felt.
But it wasn’t easy. He tensed when Styx touched him and then Styx moved to leave the two of them. But Paulo stopped him by grabbing his wrist and tugging him back.
“This needs to happen,” Paulo told Law, and Law nodded. “Good. Let us make this up to you.”
He opened his mouth to tell them it wasn’t necessary…but fuck it, on some level, it was. And while Paulo kept him steady, Styx came up behind him and kissed him along his shoulders. Held him in place. Ordered him to, “fuck Paulo now”, and that seemed the best idea possible.
Styx had already lubed Paulo, but now he reached around and slicked Law’s cock. At the touch, Law let his head fall back against Styx, and Styx murmured something to him that he couldn’t quite make out, but it made him smile anyway. Maybe it was baby or love you or a combination of both, said in that special growl that warmed him.
And then Styx pushed him forward gently and Law spread Paulo’s legs and entered him. Paulo arched his back at the intrusion, clutched the sheets but kept his eyes on Law.
Law went slowly, not wanting to hurt the man who’d already had his share of filling that night—and the night before. But Paulo was insistent, telling him, “More, Law…come on…take me,” and Law did, pushed inside until he was buried completely and Paulo clung to him as he began to move against him. Styx was still there behind him, waiting and watching, rubbing Law’s back.
And then Styx started to touch him and everything changed. The electricity pulsed through him—and the fear and he didn’t want to want Styx that much…didn’t want to want Paulo, either.
But these men weren’t letting him off the hook, seemed to sense his need to run, and instead of letting him, they pressed him between them and urged him forward.
Slowly, he accepted.
Paulo stared between the men. Both had been through hell.
Both beautiful. Handsome. Strong.
Survivors.
Paulo wanted both of them again with an ache that was indescribable. Wanted to help both men feel better…or at least, simply feel.
He stroked Law’s abs and knew Law would surrender by the sudden spike of heat in the room.
Law had bonded Paulo and Styx together—now it was time for them to heal the rift they couldn’t afford to let grow any wider. Here, they were safe. Now was all they had, and they would need to take full advantage of it.
Paulo willed himself not to think of the future, but only of right this moment.
Law was still deep inside him—and rock hard. As Paulo watched, Styx sucked along Law’s shoulder, leaving a red mark that he laved over with a lick to soothe. He looked up and smiled at Paulo and then Law’s eyes closed, his body tensed…and then his head dropped back and he murmured, fuck yeah, and rocked his hips.
Styx was fingering him and Paulo was only too happy to enjoy the show. Law’s carved abs combined with Styx’s muscled forearm around Law’s shoulders.
“Give him more,” Paulo urged and Styx must’ve complied because Law drew in a sharp breath and stilled for a long second.
“Good, baby?” Styx asked and Law managed a small nod of his head. “You’re so goddamned tight.”
Law groaned in response, and Paulo could only imagine it had been a long time since the man bottomed. It would be interesting to watch Law switch.
For Styx, Paulo imagined that Law didn’t switch at all. Then again, Law could be damned persuasive when he wanted to be, and that could be a whole other fantasy Paulo tucked away.
“You ready for me?” Styx asked quietly, and Law turned to look at him. Styx captured his mouth with a kiss and God, they were fucking beautiful together. And when they broke apart, Law leaned forward, held Paulo’s legs apart and thrust, cock brushing his prostate, until Paulo’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, and then Styx entered Law and the whole rhythm changed. Law wasn’t in control anymore—and of all of them, he was a slave to the sensations, unable to do more than rut whenever Styx pounded him.
To watch Law give it up like that was fascinating to Paulo. Law had already mentioned he was a switch, but to see the submission, to watch him give himself over completely, was the hottest thing Paulo had seen to date.
Paulo was given no quarter either—being fucked by both of them as Styx set the pace. Listening to Styx talk dirty dialed up the experience.
“Yeah, that’s it, Law…can’t do anything but take it…letting me into that tight ass…so tight and all for me.”
Law seemed mesmerized by what was happening and Paulo loved seeing it unfold. He reached to hold Law’s shoulders as Styx leaned against Law heavily, holding his legs open, his own arousal unmistakable and his orgasm barely contained if the way his neck muscles strained was any indication.
Paulo bucked up to drive Law deeper, and the vibrations echoed through all three men. Styx pushed back and Paulo groaned and grasped at Law’s hips. “More,” he told them. “Don’t fucking stop.”
They didn’t, Styx setting a rhythm that allowed each man to gain maximum pleasure. Paulo nearly lost his mind every time Law’s cock hit his prostate—it was almost too much and he had the least control of any of the men. Had to lie there and take it…could think of nothing better.
Paulo was going to come first—Styx could see it in his eyes. He pumped Law, who was still suffering from a bad case of nerves, which Styx could well understand.
None of this was solely about sex—it never really had been.
Styx hadn’t made any promises that he wasn’t leaving Law again, not like before. But what that meant for the three of them remained to be seen.
“Come on, babe, you first,” Law told Paulo, and the younger man complied willingly, his orgasm seeming to take him by surprise with its strength. Considering how many times the man had already climaxed, Styx was surprised he was even semicoherent.
His stress level was definitely at a manageable level, the earlier horror of the morning—and Law’s confessions—momentarily pu
shed to the background.
Now that Paulo was under control, Styx wasn’t ready to let go of Law—not yet. And as Law pulled out of Paulo and Paulo curled up on his side, breathing hard, he remained inside Law’s ass with Law kneeling in front of him.
Seeing Law on his hands and knees, head hanging, biceps and forearms stretched taut and his heavy sex and balls hanging between his legs…fuck, it was all he could do not to come immediately.
But he wanted it to last.
“Now it’s your turn—only yours,” he told Law, heard the man’s sharp intake of breath, but there was no further resistance. And while Paulo watched the men, Styx took Law, roughly and Law moaned for him—all pleasure.
He rocked into Law, hard and fast enough to make him cry out and grab onto the edge of the bed to hold himself up.
And then Styx pulled out and flipped to his back, and Law held his breath. Stared into those green eyes that watched him with more tenderness than he’d ever deserved, and then Law put his hands up to Styx’s shoulders and pulled him down into a kiss.
God, it was beautiful—not a kiss with fight in it, but one of total surrender. And when Law spoke, his words were harsh, but his tone wasn’t. “Are we really…going to do this? Are you staying, Styx? Or are you going to rip my fucking heart out again?”
It was a fair question and it made Styx wince. “I want to. But if you’re asking me not to deal with my father…don’t ask. Because I have to, if nothing else, for all the years I wasted not being with you. And the thought of you being with other men…”
“Like you haven’t been?” Law shot back.
“You’ve bottomed for them.”
“Trying to remember what you felt like,” Law told him. “Every fucking night I jerk myself off and try to remember what you felt like.”
Styx stilled, brought his hands up to cup Law’s face. “Every night I wanted you. I never stopped, Law. You have to believe that it ate me up inside. I never forgot about you once.”
