by Z. Allora
Corey pressed his lips together and stared. The glint in his eyes issued yet another dare.
Keith tried not to cave, but he had never played this hard or long before. Maybe they should—he shot a questioning look to Jax.
Jax gave him a slight nod and mouthed, “He loves this and wants more.”
Once again Keith laid it out and put Corey in ultimate control. “I told you to ask nicely for Jax and I to be with you. If you weren’t so stubborn, we’d all be satisfied and asleep right now.”
Corey released his teeth’s hold on his lower lip to give Keith a quick wink. “What fun would that be?”
“Lots of fun. I promise.” Closing his wet mouth around Corey’s cock, Keith gave him a small suck. The stimulation barely seemed to register and was gone before Corey could get any kind of friction.
“Ask Keith nicely. He won’t give in unless you do.” Jax advised Corey of something Keith was unsure was true. “I don’t know why I’ve got two of the most stubborn mates in the world, but there it is.”
Corey’s pout returned and he huffed.
Keith shook his head. “You don’t. I have faith Corey will ask me to make love to him. It doesn’t have to be overly sappy or romantic, a bit more than ‘rail me,’ ‘pound me,’ or his ever-popular refrain of ‘fuck my asshole now, you assholes.’”
Corey made a quick move, but the ropes lashed him to the corners of the dining table. “I love you, but I think I might kill you if you don’t screw me soon.”
Keith’s heart tripped over itself, and everything slowed. “You love me?”
“Of course I do. You’re a lot of things, but stupid was never one of—” The rest of Corey’s words were erased by Keith’s kiss.
A hand skimmed down his torso and peeled off the pieces of wax. Then Keith teased his fingers through Corey’s pubic hair with gentle nails, scratching and tantalizing his cock with promises that hadn’t been kept yet.
Jax moved closer to him and whispered, “Just so you know, I love you too.”
Keith closed his eyes for a second. Everything was too much. When he opened his eyes, Jax pulled him into a kiss that touched Keith’s very soul. With these two wonderful men, not only would he never be lonely again, he was truly loved. He had a place he belonged.
“Fuck, you two are hot…. That’s no fair. You two kissing is the hottest thing— Hey! You two! I’m done. I give in,” Corey whined.
Keith ended the kiss and rested his forehead on Jax’s as they shared a chuckle.
Corey opened his mouth, and if Jackson hadn’t pressed a finger to Corey’s lips, which he proceeded to suck, Keith was sure something “un-nice” would have been said.
Pumping his finger in and out of Corey’s mouth, Jax said, “Well, if you wondered whether Keith could ensure boundaries are kept, mission accomplished. Ow!”
Corey snorted.
Jax pulled his finger back and covered it with the other hand. “No tooth-pinching.”
Corey’s glare turned into a loving smile as he stared at them both. “Keith, please be inside me. Show me I’m yours.”
Keith mouthed, “Thank you” to Jax. To Corey, he said, “As you wish.”
“A-freaking-men.” Jackson freed Corey’s legs and unlatched the Velcro bracelets from where they tethered his wrists to the table. Then he rolled him over and positioned him on his knees.
Corey made a show of licking his lips and then said, “And, Jackson, please fill my mouth with your cock. I promise no tooth-pinching.”
Jax raised a skeptical eyebrow but did a quick check on Corey, especially on all the restraint points with Keith. They rubbed Corey’s muscles.
Kneeling naked on their dining table probably wasn’t the kinkiest thing Corey had done, but it felt perverse to Keith in the best possible way. He and Jax were still clothed.
Keith toyed with the plug they’d inserted in Corey within the last hour. The device’s fake gemstone tip in bright blue protruded obscenely from Corey’s backside.
Jax ran his hands over Corey’s spanked butt. “Still sore back here?”
Corey purred. “Yes, but you two win. I’m begging you, Demon. Fuck me—I mean, be with me. Jax, please take my mouth. Just please, for the love of orgasm, do something! Is that romantic enough of an invite?”
“Is this not red enough?” Jax ran a hand over Corey’s ass and then smacked him so hard the swat echoed off the walls.
“Ow. Mmmm, um, no, I don’t think my butt is all that red. Fix it, please.” Corey twitched his cute butt, clearly inviting more.
Jax and Keith took turns and directed a few more around the butt plug.
Wiggling back, Corey groaned, “Oh God! Keep doing that and I’ll come whether you two want me to or not. I—mmm….”
Stepping in front of Corey, Jax stopped further discussion by sliding his dick into Corey’s mouth. He gestured for Keith to take Corey’s ass.
Not exactly the way he’d envisioned their first penetration love-making session, but as Keith stood on a chair, he smiled. This was their perfect first time as mates.
Jax pulled out of Corey’s mouth and turned Corey’s head toward the mirror. “Look in the mirror. I want this burned in your memory. Your two mates are taking you.”
Keith stared at his reflection for a moment. Damn, seeing his twenty-three-year-old-self’s reflection was still jarring, but good. He’d always seen his body as a shell. However, now he had two beautiful mates, he was glad to give them his best physical self. All the little aches and pains and a couple of the scars he’d gotten in his thirties had vanished.
“Keith,” Corey begged as if Keith had been playing hard to get.
And according to Corey, the most useful thing was the numerous times a day they could have sex with no blue pills needed.
Keith eased into Corey’s body. His hole constricted tighter, and breathing got hard, but Keith kept inching in until he was balls-deep.
“Jackson, he’s in me.” Corey tried to take a deep breath but ended on a whimper.
“Good?” Jax asked.
With care, Keith made small thrusts.
Corey moaned. “Oh, that first burning stretch. Goddammit. Every thrust reminds me, mmm, fuck yeah… of why I love being fucked. Yeah, that long slow drag of his cock, Jax, makes me want to come… bad.”
Jax painted his wet cock over Corey’s lips and then slid back into his mouth. “I know. And now I’m inside you too.”
Corey groaned around Jax’s cock.
Jax ran his fingers through Corey’s waves. He grabbed two handfuls and used them as handles to move Corey’s head how he wanted. “You are everything to us.”
“Absolutely everything.” Keith’s voice broke, but he reached out to Jax. “You are too.”
Jax took his hand for a moment and squeezed. He dropped it back to Corey’s head. Inhaling sharply, he groaned. It looked like Corey took Jax all the way into his throat.
In total surrender, Corey’s body was pliant, sucking and fucking. He absorbed the attention and returned it to both of them with interest.
Keith let Jax’s blowjob set the tempo of his thrusts. Jax would push Corey’s head back and Keith would pull Corey’s ass back into him. Then Jax once again forced Corey’s mouth back down so he could be sucked to the root, and Keith slid back.
The erotic push-pull was sexy as hell. Keith felt he was starring in a threesome video, but the love they shared reaffirmed this wasn’t a dream.
Corey became a conduit of pleasure between Jax and him. A bridge between all of them so they could find their happy ending… on every level.
Being so connected to both Corey and Jax physically and emotionally gut-punched him.
The rhythm of their love dragged him along until the intensity didn’t feel overwhelming but exhilarating.
Keith dug his fingers into Corey’s hips and angled his ass. The noises coming from Corey, even while he sucked on Jax’s dick, told him he must be nudging Corey’s prostate. Straight-on thrusts evolved into Keith pus
hing in and adding a hip twist at the end.
Jax panted and looked close to coming. He plowed Corey’s mouth a little faster.
Corey made strangled moans, and his muscles fluttered around Keith’s cock as he got close to his own conclusion.
“Yeah, Corey. Just like—ah, yeah.” Jax made his orgasm face, threw his head back, and pushed in deep, shaking.
The pause in the fucking rhythm coiled Keith even tighter.
Apparently, Corey wanted the cock in his ass to keep on fucking, because while he swallowed for Jax, he pushed his ass back onto Keith.
Corey’s hole constricted, making thrusting more difficult but at the same time more sensational.
Once Jax finished, he was off the table, dick still hanging out of his jeans, and he reached under Corey, stroking him off in quick jerks.
The pleasure of Corey’s ass bouncing off of Keith made Keith’s balls clench. His vision went blurry.
“Love you both.” Corey grunted and humped back on him until he shoved hard and pressed against him so Keith was in him deep.
Jax kept stroking Corey as he pulled Keith into a kiss laced with fire and affection.
Corey cried out.
The scent of his come triggered Keith’s orgasm. The pleasure ripped him open with love and filled him with greedy satisfaction.
Keith rode his ass as he poured a thick load inside of Corey until his come seeped back out.
Corey’s ass squeezed once more and finished him off with perfection. “Mmmm, yeah. I’ll be feeling that for days.”
“Or at least until later.” Jax gave a weak laugh.
When Keith had nothing left to give, he wrapped his arms around Corey and Jax and hugged them both.
Keith might have fallen asleep in that awkward position if Corey hadn’t demanded, “Bed.”
They headed to the bedroom but didn’t bother with a shower.
He and Jax pulled off their T-shirts and wiped Corey the best they could. They half carried him to the bedroom.
Jax hesitated at the bed. “Corey, do you want to be the big spoon or the little one?”
Corey huffed. “I’m a fucking knife. Bedtime.”
Keith snorted. “You’re an adventure.”
Jax pulled them all into a group hug. “He’s our adventure.”
“Now unless you want me to get stabby… bed. Now.”
Keith untucked the covers and rolled in. Jax laid Corey in the middle of the bed and got on the other side of him.
Corey grumbled, “I love you, Jax. I love you, Keith.”
Jax fist-bumped Keith and then petted Corey’s hair out of his face. “See, love doesn’t have to be something to avoid.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Corey muttered. “Agreed, but I’m going to pretend I still need convincing, especially if it gets us sex like that.”
Keith opened his mouth but could only grin.
Jackson snorted. “Good watching out for us, Corey. I love you, Keith. I love you, Corey.”
“I love both of you. You’re my entire world.” A thrill ran through Keith at being able to say those words. To know this was them. They loved each other.
This is how threesomes worked. Everyone worked toward one goal of loving each other. No one was left out. Everyone was loved. So loved… more love than he ever imagined.
“We’re really mates.”
“Yup.”
“I finally have both of you.”
“Me too.”
“I can’t believe I’m this lucky.”
Epilogue
Jackson smiled. He’d never imagined being so content on this side of the Club Zombie bar. Though truth be told, with his mates by his side, he was content everywhere and anywhere.
Corey reclined on one of the sofas, his head in Jackson’s lap and his socked feet resting in Keith’s lap, while he scrolled through his phone. “Did you know, according to a BBC show, a single sperm has 37.5 megabytes of DNA in it?”
“Wow.” Jackson combed his fingers through Corey’s hair but couldn’t see his phone.
Keith looked at the ceiling and then said, “So that means a normal ejaculation has a data transfer of over 1,500 terabytes. That’s a lot of information to swallow.”
Corey nudged Keith with his foot. “You saw the meme?”
“You reposted it on Twitter.” Keith tickled Corey’s feet.
He snorted. “Oh, right. So come on, Beau said we’ve got to decide on a mating trip. He told us to pick anywhere, but it had to be good. He and Lafayette want to hang out with Ruffles, so it’ll be a vacation for him too.”
“Europe?” Keith asked with a certain amount of disbelief that the club owners would want to send them on a honeymoon of sorts. He wasn’t yet aware of the zombie network or the access to cash they had available.
“Yes, Europe?” Corey asked, “Jackson?”
“Never been. Sounds good.” As long as Jackson was with the two of them, he didn’t care.
Keith and Corey began doing research on TripAdvisor.
Jackson just basked in utter contentment. This was fucking fabulous. No joke!
After a while, Doc came in. He waved but didn’t chat with them on his way to the bar.
Trying to catch up on where Keith and Corey were in the plans, Jackson asked, “Which parts of Europe are we thinking?”
“All of it,” Corey answered with glee.
Keith stiffened but simply said, “Well, the support group is due for a new president, so I’ll have the summer free. We could do a rail pass.”
Jackson was happy not many people noticed Keith’s physical change. They believed he had finally started taking better care of himself.
Corey did a happy dance. “Awesome. I’ve never gotten blown on a train.”
“Corey!” Keith tapped him on the foot.
“What? Zombies blow. Is this news to you?” Corey snarked.
Keith gave him the stern look.
Corey melted against Jackson, giving him ideas of showing Keith how they’d celebrate completing inventory. There must still be some lube down there.
Nurse Robert rushed past without even a wave. He beelined to the doctor, who was nursing his beer at a table.
They began talking.
Robert’s wild gesturing caught Corey’s attention, and he shh-ed Keith so they could hear.
“You should be focusing on going to the back rooms,” the doc said with a razor-sharp edge to his voice.
Robert winced and seemed to be sliced open by the suggestion. “I told you no.”
“Nurse, you should know accessing the vials isn’t something you should do unless there are no other options.”
Rumor had it Nurse Robert wasn’t visiting the back rooms of the club anymore.
“You know there’s only one man I want to taste, and he’s denied me for years.”
Doc opened his mouth, but the only thing that came out was a sputter.
Robert put his hands on his hips and stepped into Doc’s personal space.
“Robert….” Doc’s voice was softer than Jackson had ever heard it. “It simply can’t be. Besides, I have research to do.”
“And I can no longer take this. It was fine when I could trade friendly bjs with my friends, but now they have mates. I’m still alone because my mate refuses to taste me.”
Doc shook his head. “You’re being dramatic… and incorrect.”
Robert stepped back and glared at the doctor. “Next month is my birthday. My body, my choice.”
Corey looked at Keith and then Jackson. “What the fuck was that?”
Keith shook his head with a confused shrug.
Jackson answered, “Trouble, that’s what that was—trouble.”
About the Author
Z. Allora never expected to share her words with anyone, but things don’t always work out as planned. Growing up in Upstate NY, she was a tomboy: playing basketball in the park, twirling a rifle in color guard, but composing stories filled with angst in secret.
She didn’t always
believe in romance, although before giving up on it completely, she took out a personal ad in a college newspaper. On October 20, 1987, at 5:08 PM, she found what she didn’t think existed, and married her best friend five years later.
A bit of an overachiever, Z. received three bachelor’s degrees (Psychology, English, and Philosophy) and a master’s degree in Psychology. She loved enhancing the quality of life of people in her residential and day programs, but her love’s job swept Z. overseas to Singapore, Israel, and China.
While living in China, she discovered M/M romance and a new world opened. The magic of the genre gave her new insights about herself and those around her. When she saw protests in Malaysia by parents who genuinely believed watching a singer could make their children gay, the ignorance was too staggering to ignore. No longer content to keep her words to herself, she published her stories hoping to add another voice to foster understanding and to promote equality.
Z. believes each of us is wonderfully unique and deserving of a happily ever after. Regardless where we are in the infinite spectrum of gender identity, orientation, or sexuality, our differences and similarities should be both respected and celebrated.
However, Z. will never apologize for having too much yaoified smexy goodness in her books. She teases that plot is simply the words between the sex scenes (though that’s a bit of an exaggeration). Sex is one of our most important and basic forms of communication, and she feels it’s a vital part of understanding her characters.
Z. Allora truly believes this rainbow romance is changing hearts and minds.
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