by Joyee Flynn
"I'm sorry you got pulled into this and dragged away from where you're needed," Luc replied, rolling his neck and calming down. "We wouldn't have called you if the situation wasn't dire. I didn't have a clue what I was doing and kind of went on instinct. We needed help."
"I understand that," Doc answered, putting his hand on Luc's shoulder. "You did a great job, you need to know that. They would have healed just fine with what you did. I just sped up the recovery time by giving them the blood and drugs. Even being worried about my daughter, I wouldn't turn right around and leave if I wasn't completely confident they would be just fine."
"We appreciate that, Doc," I said, smiling up at him. "Is this your first grandchild?"
"It is," he replied, getting this wide shit-eating grin on his face. "My daughter was pregnant few years ago but lost the baby in the first trimester. Unfortunately shifters have a higher rate of miscarriage than humans do. Needless to say we were all devastated, but they decided to try again and this time everything seems fine."
"Boy or girl?" Luc asked as we led him to the door. Luc had gone and picked up the doc and had to drive him back to the airport.
"A boy, they've named him Francis," he answered.
"Best of luck, Doc, our thoughts will be with you," I said, shaking his hand and saying our goodbyes. He smiled at me then left with Luc. I went upstairs to be with my men, needing to see for myself that they were on the mend. Spencer was on his back, while Dean was sleeping on his stomach; both looking peaceful and pain free. I crawled into the bed and lay down between them, hoping they could feel I was there with them and that it might help.
CHAPTER 2
Back to Spencer's Perspective
I awoke to a dull throbbing in my head, stomach, and thighs. Opening my eyes I could see it was dark out. Had I been napping? And why was I in the guest room? Then the day's events hit me like a ton of bricks; the package, the explosion, everything.
"How much pain are you in?" Ryder asked me quietly as he sat up and stared down at me. He reached out and gently pushed my hair away from my forehead. "You guys had us scared."
"Dean. Is Dean alright?" I replied, my throat as dry as the desert. "Can I get something to drink?"
"Let's start with some ice chips and see how you do," Luc said from a chair next to the bed. He picked up a cup from the nightstand with a spoon and fed me some. Of course it was cold, but at least my throat didn't feel as dry then.
"Dean's fine; you both are," Ryder answered me, tears overflowing his eyes. "We called Max, and he sent the doc over on a private jet. He gave you a transfusion and sedatives, but said you would be just fine. He also left us pain medicine for you both if you want some."
"Yeah, that sounds good," I replied as I tried to sit up and pain shot through my body. "How long have I been out?"
"Almost twenty hours," Luc answered, checking his watch. "The explosion happened at nine in the morning and it's not even five am yet. The doctor said you'd be fine in a few days, but you need your rest."
"Are you hungry?" Ryder asked as he opened a bottle and shook a few pills into his hand.
"No, just thirsty, confused, and in pain," I replied, glancing over to see Dean lying on the other side of Ryder. "How bad is he?"
"He took most of it to his shoulder and back," Luc explained as he and Ryder helped me sit up. "I was more worried about you. You had some pretty good size gashes in your abdomen."
Ryder leaned in and gave me a quick kiss before feeding me the pills and holding the glass of water to my lips. I drank it down greedily, swallowing the pills before he pulled it away. "Go slow, Spence. You've been through a lot."
"You guys are okay? You weren't hurt?" I asked, gazing over their bodies in the dark.
"We had some temporary hearing loss and ringing in our ears, but nothing major," Luc said. "We've taken care of everything, Spence. Right now you just worry about getting better, okay?"
"But I have so many questions," I replied, scared at how bad the aftermath of a bomb going off in our house was. "Did anyone hear the explosion? How bad is the house?"
"Spencer, you have to stay calm," Ryder said firmly. "We'll tell you everything later when you're not all drugged up. Please just trust us, okay? I promise everything's okay, and we've handled what needed to be done for now."
"I do trust you, but it's scarier not knowing," I replied, feeling my eyes droop as the pain pills started kicking in. "Those are some good drugs."
"They'll help you and Dean rest and recoup." Ryder giggled as he helped me slide back down into bed. "We'll fill you in when you wake back up, just take it easy now."
"They're making me sleepy and really horny," I moaned as my cock started to fill. "Can I fuck you in my sleep, baby?"
"Wow, those pills work fast," Luc replied. "Not sure about one of the side effects being the patient gets horny though."
"My cock feels like it's going to explode, it's so hard," I answered, throwing back the sheet so they could see. "I need so bad."
"Spencer Fallon, you're in no shape to be thinking about sex," Ryder said firmly, but then started giggling.
"Please, baby, I don't know what's happening to me," I whimpered. I was feeling half drunk and sleepy, and half wanting to fuck my men until they couldn't walk for a week.
"You're too injured to have sex, Spence," Luc answered gently. "Try to relax and get some sleep; maybe the side effects will go away then."
"Luc, could you sleep with this big of a fucking hard-on?" I whined, never hearing the high octave I was speaking come out of my mouth before. "Please, some just touch me. It doesn't have to be sex, but I'm so hard it almost hurts."
"If I give you some release, will you go to bed and be a good patient?" Ryder asked as he moved down the bed.
"I promise, baby. I'll do whatever you guys want, just please help me," I begged. He gave me a quick nod and rolled his eyes at Luc.
"The things our man will do for a blow job," he chuckled before leaning over and licking the head of my cock.
"I'm not doing this on purpose," I moaned as he took me into his mouth.
"We believe you, Spencer," Luc whispered as he leaned over and licked my lips. I pulled his head down to mine and mashed out lips together. I groaned into the kiss as Ryder started massaging and tugging on my sac. He started swallowing my dick all the way down, his nose rubbing against my skin. Ryder had taken to waxing us all down there, saying we'd love the feeling. As always, my baby had been right.
"Fuck, baby. That's it, suck my cock with that hot mouth," I grunted after Luc pulled away. Luc and Ryder gently held down my hips so that I couldn't thrust up into his mouth. My men might know me too well sometimes. But then again, they knew my injuries better than I did. The harder Ryder sucked and played with me, the more I felt like my body was going to overheat with need.
Luc smirked at me as he leaned over and pulled both my nipples. My men knew I liked some pain with my pleasure at times, now being one of them. I cried out their names as I came hard, shooting my vast load down Ryder's throat. He simply smiled up at me as he swallowed my cum down and kept sucking on me. When I was finally spent, he licked my softening cock gently, cleaning it before moving to the side of me and pulling the sheet back over me.
"Thank you, my loves," I panted as I pulled Ryder up to me and tucked him at my side. "That was so bizarre; I almost felt like a cat in heat, I don't get it."
"It was fun to watch though," Dean mumbled. Ryder jumped up, and Luc ran to the other side of the bed as I turned to see him.
"How bad are you?" I asked.
"Worse off than you if you're up for blow jobs," he snickered then coughed.
"Side effect from the pain meds," Luc answered for me as he helped Dean onto his side and fed him some ice chips. "You're going to have to stay off your left side and back, Dean. That's where you took most of your injuries. Spencer had his on his lower right side, stomach, and legs."
"We gonna live?" Dean asked as Luc and Ryder moved him to sit up, putting p
illows behind his right shoulder only.
"You're going to be just fine, big guy," Ryder whispered before leaning in and giving him a kiss. "Doc was here and checked you guys out and left some pain meds."
"Pain meds sound good," he mumbled as Luc fed him more ice chips. Ryder moved off the bed, and grabbed Dean a few pills and a glass of water. He gently crawled back up the bed and slipped them in Dean's mouth before making him drink some water.
"After we get you to pass back out, I'm going to take the bandages off your shoulder and let some air get at your wounds," Luc said. "You guys are on bed rest for the next couple of days."
"I'm cool with that," Dean chuckled. "I feel like shit."
"That's better than being dead!" Ryder snapped, and I saw he had tears in his eyes again. Dean and I both reached for him at the same time, which was easy since he was kneeling in between us. "I'm sorry, we were just so scared."
"Sorry, baby," Dean replied softly and pulled Ryder down for another kiss. I started to get hard again from watching their passion. What the fuck was wrong with me? I just came minutes ago. "It's not that bad, really nothing compared to regrowing a leg."
"No one else is allowed to get hurt; I can't take watching the men I love in pain," Ryder whispered, snuggling down on Dean's good side.
"I love you too, sweetheart," Dean moaned. I watched as he reached down, slid his hand into Ryder's boxers, and started stroking Ryder's cock. "What is wrong with me? All I can think about is fucking you, baby."
"I'm just that irresistible," Ryder hissed as he pulled off his shorts and threw a leg over Dean's. "Everyone just wants a piece of me."
"I actually want all of you," Dean replied, reaching for Luc as well. He glanced at me. "Is this what you were feeling? Like your balls were so blue they were going to explode, and not in a good way?"
"Yeah, that's a prefect description actually," I answered, reaching down for my dick again. "And it's coming back watching you guys."
"Wait, you guys are injured," Luc said, trying to be the voice of reason as he pulled away from Dean.
"I don't really care about that right now," Dean moaned before kissing Ryder.
"Yeah, I don't either." I agreed, pulled the sheet off again to show Luc my hard-on. "I'm almost in pain again, I'm so hard."
"Fine, but I'm calling Doc in the morning about these side effects," Luc snickered as he moved around the bed towards me. "You won't heal much if all we're doing is giving you hand and blow jobs."
"Fine," I growled, pulling him on the bed, barely noticing the pain when he hit the wound on my leg. "But right now, I want your sweet ass."
"How are we going to do that, Spence?" Luc asked, looking up from my cock to my eyes.
"I don't fucking care, just please help me," I whimpered, tearing off his pajama pants. As soon as I got a look at his hot naked body I just about dragged him up to my lips. I kissed Luc fiercely, thrusting my tongue into his mouth.
"Where's the lube?" Dean asked. I was too busy trying to reach Luc's tonsils with my tongue to answer. Seconds later, I felt cool slick poured on my fingers. Immediately, I attacked Luc's ass, rubbing copious amounts around his hole before pushing a finger in. He groaned and melted into the kiss too, straddling me carefully so I had better access to his ass. I pushed in a second finger and he gasped into my mouth.
"I'm sorry, Luc. I can't seem to control myself," I whispered against his lips. "All I can think about is sinking my cock into your tight hole."
"Do it, I need to feel you too," he groaned as he pushed back against my fingers. "It just seems wrong to want to make love to you when you were hurt. But after today, I needed to feel my men, make sure you were really alive."
"I'm not going anywhere, Luc," I answered, staring into his beautiful eyes. "We're incredibly hard to kill."
"I know, but I was still scared," Luc said. "You have no idea what it did to me to see you and Dean like that."
"I agree," Ryder moaned as he lowered himself onto Dean's dick. Seemed they were moving faster than we were. Deciding to make up for that, I slid a third, then a fourth finger into Luc.
"Ride me, Luc," I begged when he was stretched out enough. I quickly pulled my fingers out of his ass and helped him move over my groin. He smiled at me as he placed the head of my cock against his hole and started to impale himself on it. I glanced over to Dean and Ryder. They were kissing passionately as Ryder worked himself up and down Dean's huge dick. Dean was stroking Ryder's cock with his right hand, which was his uninjured side.
"So full." Luc hissed when he was seated fully on me. "I can't believe you guys are up for sex after what happened today."
"What can we say? We're animals with hot men," I snickered as he moved on me. I moaned loudly and grabbed his hips, loving the feel of his ass caressing my cock. Luc's eyes glazed over as he leaned over and braced himself against my shoulders, fucking himself on my dick. "So fucking sexy, Luc. Ride my cock, sweetheart. I want you to paint my chest with your cum."
"Oh fuck," Luc gasped before mashing his lips down to mine. I knew Ryder and Luc both got extremely wound up with a little dirty talk, and I was always more than willing to oblige.
"Yeah, Luc, just like that. You love my big cock in your tight little ass," I hissed. I held his hips firmly, pulling him down hard on me. "Touch yourself, Luc. Let me see how much you're enjoying my dick."
"I love how dirty your mouth is," he grunted as he fucked himself harder. He removed one hand from my shoulder and started stroking himself. "You always know just what to say."
I gave him a feral smile and pulled him closer to my mouth. "After I come in your sweet ass, I'm going to eat my seed out of your stretched hole."
"Oh fuck, Spencer," Luc moaned. "That's so fucking hot."
"Then we'll get Ryder to lick all your spunk off my chest and kiss Dean with it." I moaned, feeling my already tight sac draw up. "Maybe they'll help clean your ass up too."
"You're going to kill me," he panted. We both turned when we heard Dean and Ryder cry out, looking just in time to see them climax together. Ryder started coming so hard his first stream of seed hit Dean in the face. "Oh shit, that's hot."
"Come for me now, Luc," I growled as I dug my fingers into his hips and ass. "I'm almost there."
"Yes," he hissed as he stiffened up, before screaming out his release. I felt his muscles clamp down on my dick and that was all it took to push me over into joining him.
"Luc!" I cried out as my cock exploded in his ass. I kept pulling him down hard on my dick, trying to draw out my orgasm. His tight little hole milked every last drop from my cock before he collapsed on my chest, careful of my injuries.
"You are a very dirty-minded man, Spencer Fallon," he panted as he threw his arms around my neck. "If you're a good patient, Ryder and I will play with the double-sided dildo you love so much."
"I'll be good, I want to see that," Dean groaned. "Okay, no more sex talk. I'm feeling more sleepy than horny now, and I don't want that burning need to come back."
"I agree," I said, yawning. I took Luc's face in my hands and gave him a quick kiss. "You were fantastic, Luc. But I think I'm about to pass out now, so don't take it personally. You know how much I love you."
"I do," he whispered against my lips. "It's okay, Spence. Fall asleep. You need it to heal."
"Thank you, my love," I replied, eyes drooping as my hands suddenly felt heavy. I still felt drunk-ish, tired, and it was pulling me under. The last thing I saw before letting the pills work their magic was Luc's smiling face and sparkling eyes.
* * * *
The next day, Luc checked in with Doc about the side effects. He said they were normal for weres, that our system immediately produced more hormones when foreign items were introduced. The pain killers caused our bodies to create more adrenaline, testosterone, and every hormone that was tied to sexual desire. So while it took away our pain, it was like a very, very large Viagra for us as well.
Luc had wanted us to stop taking them, but the doctor ex
plained they were also muscle relaxers that would help healing since our bodies weren't under the stress of pain. After the first day, Ryder and Luc always made sure to be stretched and ready, since we didn't have the best control.
Ryder had called in a crew to rebuild the front door and foyer, against Dean's wishes. Dean had been adamant that he would fix everything as soon as we were back on our feet.
"I almost lost two of the men I love. I want it fixed so I can stop looking at the constant fucking reminder of that. Besides, you don't need to be lugging shit around as soon as you start feeling better," Ryder had yelled, crossing his arms over his chest. Dean and I shared a look, knowing full well Ryder would get his way. It wasn't very often when Ryder wanted something or put his foot down, but when he did, he got it.
So, three days after the explosion, everything was fixed and we were back on our feet. One of the side effects for Dean was that he was way more aggressive than normal, wanting to slam his cock into all of us. While strange for Dean, who truly preferred to be a bottom, I had no problem with it. He had the biggest dick of all of us, in length and width. I'd been patiently waiting for the time Dean wanted to fuck me with it.
"Take every inch of me into your tight ass," Dean grunted as he pounded into me. I was bent over, my hands braced on the back of the couch as he fucked me like a mad man. Both Ryder and Luc were lying on the couches in the living room, half exhausted from our constant attentions. When we had worn them out, Dean and I started taking each other. If the pills didn't have us passing out, all we could think about was our hard-ons that never seemed to go down.
"Harder, Dean, I want it harder," I moaned. I pushed back against him as he thrust into my ass.
"Bend over the couch," he ordered, and I gladly complied. I loved how the soft leather rubbed against my cock as we moved. It ended up that position put my face in Ryder's groin. I reached down and put his soft dick into my mouth.
"Spence, I've come three times already today. I can't get hard again," Ryder whined, spreading his legs for my roaming hands.
