by R. Cayden
“Good,” Lawrence whispered. “Because I want to watch the two of you together.”
“Watch us?” Raiden asked.
Lawrence stepped between them and reached out with each hand, then trailed his fingers up their crotches. His palm was firm against Raiden’s throbbing cock, and Raiden’s hips jerked reflexively.
“Together,” Lawrence whispered again.
CASH
Cash had to give Lawrence credit—timing was everything, and his was impeccable. Any other moment, he or Raiden probably would have hesitated at the proposal. But then Lawrence had gone and caught them both off guard, and so Cash found himself upstairs in his bedroom, stripped in front of both men all over again.
“Cute briefs,” Raiden teased, then flicked the waistband, snapping it against Cash’s skin. “They even match your shoulder brace.”
He tossed himself onto the bed, then trailed his finger up along his crotch, teasing the tight black fabric. “Thanks. They’re Armani.”
Cash hadn’t done much with the second floor of the studio. He preferred the big open space to stay uncluttered. It helped him sleep, he thought. The old iron bedframe was pushed up against the streaked floor-to-ceiling windows, and light dappled the gray sheets. Raiden hovered at the foot of the bed, and a few feet away from them, Lawrence was leaned back in an old teal armchair, upholstered in tufted velvet. His legs were slightly spread, and from the way his pink running shorts bunched up, Cash could see the soft blonde hair on his thighs.
Beyond them, there were only a few shapes in the shadows, some piles of broken tools and stray boxes of old research Cash wasn’t ready to get rid of yet. Even bare, though, the room was still the most private part of his home, a place he never brought strangers.
Goes to figure Raiden would be the first one to have him in the bed.
Not that Cash was actually complaining. His body ached from the beatings he’d received, but pleasure thrummed beneath the pain, louder and louder. He kept stroking his cock until it hardened as Raiden stared down at him, hunger in his eyes.
“Are you just going to look at me, or are we going to put on a show?”
Raiden grinned. He tugged his T-shirt over his head, then kicked off his baggy basketball shorts. He had on a pair of plain grey briefs, the kind that probably came in a five-pack, and his cock was thick in the pouch.
Raiden dropped down onto the bed, then grabbed Cash by the shoulders and pulled him up. Cash gasped as their chests met and then their hips. Raiden’s grip was firm on his muscles but careful, too, and he managed to avoid jerking Cash the wrong way or pushing against his bruises.
Lawrence whimpered. Cash peered over Raiden’s shoulder and saw him rubbing the heel of his palm against his crotch. “You like what you’re seeing, sweetheart?”
His lips parting with a gasp, Lawrence nodded quickly. “So hot.”
Cash turned to Raiden’s neck and began to tease him with kisses, hot breath, and the occasional nip. Raiden rubbed the back of Cash’s head, practically palming his skull, and thrust their hips together. The friction was achingly hot, and Cash was desperate to feel more of it, but he wasn’t going to let Raiden off that easy
He placed his lips on Raiden’s ear, then whispered with a hiss, “You know, I don’t only bottom…” He blew softly, then flicked Raiden’s nipple, hard.
Jerking his hips forward, Raiden pull them both down to the bed. Cash landed softly on his back, Raiden straddling him from above. “Too bad for you,” he growled back. “I only top.”
“I wouldn’t call it bad, exactly,” Cash said and wrapped his legs up around Raiden’s.
They took each other in a kiss, their lips smashing together as Raiden’s tongue entered Cash’s mouth, tasting at his teeth. Raiden’s bulk pressed down against Cash, and he wiggled appreciatively up against the bigger man, then slid his hands down the back of his briefs, feeling the hairy, muscled globes of his ass. A second later, they were both naked, their cocks rubbing together between their weight.
“Ohhhh,” Lawrence moaned. Cash and Raiden both turned to look at him. Lawrence had pushed his running shorts down to his knees. His fist was wrapped around the base of his cock, and his other hand shoved back between his legs, reaching for his hole. “Touch each other’s cocks, please,” he whimpered.
Raiden pushed gently against Cash’s chest, sending him tumbling to his back again. He spit in his hand, then took Cash’s hard cock, gripping it as he showed it to Lawrence. Cash gasped and reached out with both hands to wrap his fingers around Raiden, too.
Raiden’s cock was thick and meaty, and the purple crown flared out. Cash traced his thumb along the pulsing vein and rubbed his fingers across the slit, already slick with precum. Trembles of pleasure shot up his body and ricocheted through his muscles as Raiden expertly swirled his hand.
“Oh god,” Cash gasped. “That feels so good.”
Raiden crawled forward, then slapped their cocks together. “You’ve got a pretty cock, Cash. I could play with you all day.”
Cash moaned. He and Raiden kept gripping at each other, their cocks grinding. He felt their heartbeats aligning as they pulsed at the same time, and Cash found himself riding Raiden’s rhythms, hungry to take all of him.
His cock twitched, and he felt the warm precum, leaking out to lubricate their hands. Realizing he wasn’t going to last much longer, he turned to Lawrence, who was jerking himself to the rhythm of their movement.
“You want to watch Raiden fuck me?”
Raiden growled, then thrust his hips forward harder.
“Fuck yeah,” Lawrence gasped.
“How do you want me to fuck him, sweetheart?” Raiden asked.
Lawrence pushed his hands back deeper. “I want Cash on top,” he whispered.
Before Cash could think about it, Raiden lifted him and flipped their position around. Raiden was on his back, and Cash arched forward as he took the other man’s cock in his hand, rubbing the shaft along his crease. He leaned across to the small wooden table by the bed, grabbed his bottle of lube, and then slathered it down Raiden’s cock.
It felt good to ride his body like that. Raiden was sturdy, and his eyes flashed with strength and intensity as Cash stared down at him. Heat radiated off their skin, and Cash felt his hole clenching, eager to be stretched.
“You want me to warm you up?” Raiden asked.
“What a gentleman,” Cash said, then gasped as Raiden took his cock in his hand again. “I shouldn’t need it, though.” He fell forward, his hand landing against Raiden’s shoulder, then found a condom from the table drawer. He rolled it down Raiden’s cock, the sound of Lawrence moaning and stroking himself like music in the background.
Cash knew his good side, and his ass was definitely worth bragging about. His globes were firm and muscular, and he knew his thighs looked amazing when he strained to ride a cock. He had a natural proclivity toward showing off, but knowing it was Lawrence there admiring him gave him a new kind of thrill, like he and Raiden had approval to go at each other.
Raiden pushed himself up, then pulled Cash into a greedy kiss. They tasted each other, and Cash nibbled playfully on Raiden’s lip while Raiden thrust his sheathed cock up, butting against Cash’s trembling hole. Cash lowered down, stretching himself open on Raiden’s tip, and when Raiden groaned, he jerked his hips up and pressed Raiden into a deeper kiss.
“Fuck,” Raiden groaned, thrusting up again. “More.”
“Take him deep,” Lawrence whimpered, the command soft but firm.
Cash lowered himself back down slowly, moaning as pleasure warmed him from the inside. He stretched wider as he took more of Raiden. He was barely past the tip, and already he felt full, and his cock was leaking a steady stream. “Damn, Raiden,” he moaned, his hands flat on the other’s man burly chest. Cash’s eyes flickered back, and he let himself lower down again, settling into their rhythm.
Raiden railed up into him, harder, and then harder. Cash grabbed at the other man’s chest and squeezed h
is nipples, then reached up and shoved his fingers in Raiden’s mouth. “Oh god,” he gasped. “Fucking give it to me!”
Raiden plowed him harder and faster. Cash felt his hole stretch wide as Raiden landed against his prostate, jolting hot pleasure through his bouncing body. Logic started to slip away, and Cash couldn’t even get his mouth to work enough to tease Raiden. He just needed to keep riding as his own hard cock slapped against his abs.
“Fuck,” Lawrence moaned. “So fucking hot.”
Raiden dug his hands in Cash’s hips, thrust deep, and then held them both still. Cash gasped and groaned, his hole clenching and tugging on the rod that was buried inside him.
“Come here,” Raiden growled to Lawrence. “I want you close.”
Looking over his shoulder, Cash watched as Lawrence tossed off his clothes and scurried to the bed. He pressed his body close to each of them, kissing at their skin, and his sweet, familiar scent was like a drug, straight to Cash’s pounding heart.
Raiden was right. It just felt better with him there.
One hand still on Cash’s hip, Raiden guided Lawrence up onto his chest, then took Lawrence’s cock in his mouth. Cash moaned each of their names as Raiden started fucking him again, plowing his cock against Cash’s prostate. In front of him, Cash watched Lawrence’s hips thrusting as his cock slid between Raiden’s lips. He reached out, trailing his fingers along the soft skin of Lawrence’s peachy ass, and his orgasm flared, ready to release.
“Oh, oh, ohhhhh,” Lawrence moaned. His whole body twitched, and Cash swore he could feel the release shooting into Raiden’s mouth. Raiden groaned at the same time and slammed hard against Cash’s prostate. Cash fell forward, his face buried in Lawrence’s neck, and the lines between him and the other two men dissolved. He was lit with pleasure, and the whole world hummed as his balls tightened, his hole squeezed, and he shot his release on Raiden’s chest and Lawrence’s back.
The three men fell to the bed together, sticky and sweaty and raw. Cash gasped to catch his breath. Pleasure quivered out from his core, and his body throbbed. He was loopy and exhausted and desperate to trace his hand all over their bodies, and to keep feeling Lawrence and Raiden as he held them close.
And for the first time since he could remember, Cash wasn’t alone.
Lawrence
Lawrence preened in front of the mirror, playing with his curls and considering whether he wanted to add a little more lip gloss. He’d chosen a casual crop top for the evening, a long-sleeved teal shirt with a Florida sunset printed on the front that he had cut to reveal his belly. Below, the curve of his hips pointed straight to the hug of his white jeans.
Through the mirror, he glanced at Raiden and Cash, both sitting on his bed. “There’s no way Mr. Rios will turn this down. I look even better than I did six years ago.”
“I’m not worried about the honey trap,” Cash said. “It’s everything else we have to be careful about.”
Lawrence smiled, glad to just look at them together in his condo. When he had moved in, he had filled the place with framed photographs of flowers, painted the walls lilac and aquamarine, and installed a sound system that now piped new pop dance hits in the background. It was a dream for Lawrence to have his own place, somewhere no one else could intrude, but as he looked at Raiden and Cash, he considered that it might feel even nicer to have them stick around.
Even better than that, though, was the sense that he was finally actually doing something. For years, he’d accepted his family’s dirty money just to pass it along. He felt as useful as an ATM, and without his friends, he probably would have disappeared in a depressed, drunken stupor altogether. But with Raiden and Cash, Lawrence was finally fighting back. He felt like they turned his engine on, after years of sitting idle.
He didn’t even mind that he wasn’t allowed to drink, although some annoying voice in the back of his head kept insisting that a shot of vodka would help. The fact that the guys demanded sobriety from him just felt like more proof that they cared.
Cash leaned back on his elbows, then kicked one leg over the other. “Run through the plan for me one more time, sweetheart.”
Lawrence tossed his lip gloss to the table, then turned to the guys. Straightening his back, he repeated the plan like he was giving a polished speech. “Every Tuesday, Mr. Rios gets a haircut at his favorite barbershop at 3:30 in the afternoon. After that, he takes a car to the financial district and works from a satellite office late into the evening. I’ll run into him there, claim I’ve lost my phone and my wallet, and implore on his good graces for a ride, as I, too, am headed to the financial district to meet a friend. By the time we make it across Manhattan, I’ll have flirted shamelessly with him. He always takes his affairs to a discreet bar by the satellite office, where you will both be waiting. I distract him with my impish good looks, Cash picks his pocket and installs a file on his phone, and Raiden keeps an eye out in case anything goes wrong. Ta-da!” He bowed slightly to Raiden, then to Cash. “Did I miss anything?”
“Perfect,” Raiden said with a nod.
“Bravo, indeed,” Cash added. He pulled a tiny device from his pocket, then tossed it to Lawrence. It looked like a thumb drive in the palm of his hand but with frayed wires sticking from the side.
“If you get a minute alone with his phone,” Cash said, “stick that in, and we can skip the last part of the plan. But remember, only if you’re sure he won’t catch you.” He wiggled his fingers in the air. “Otherwise, I’ll take care of it in the bar.”
“You’re sure all this intel is correct?” Raiden asked. “You trust the friend you got it from?”
“Fox? No, I don’t trust him at all. But I do trust the information he sells.”
“Fox and Cash,” Raiden said with a snort. “You sound like a couple of cartoon characters.”
“You’re a man of the underground, Raiden. Surely you’ve heard worse.” He reached out, then tapped Raiden on the nose.
Raiden snorted again and slapped Cash’s hand away. Then Cash caught him off guard with a quick, playful kiss on the lips. Lawrence laughed to himself when Raiden’s eyes popped open. He rubbed the back of his head, looking almost embarrassed by the gesture.
It was nice to see them finding their own rhythm, instead of just relying on Lawrence as an excuse to be together. And listening to them banter had helped Lawrence learn a lot about the men. The extent of their criminal careers surprised him at first, especially once they started exchanging their best stories. But pretty quickly, Lawrence figured out how to put any judgments he harbored aside. He only needed to look to his own family to see that there were limits to what the law could do and who it could protect, and while the idea of Raiden or Cash getting themselves in trouble made Lawrence a little panicky, he trusted their hearts more and more every day, and he admired what they stood for.
Grabbing his fanny pack, he turned to the guys. “Shall we?”
“You sure you’re up for this?” Raiden asked. “Remember, if anything feels unsafe, we’ll be right there at the bar.”
“And we put a tracker on your phone,” Cash reminded. “So we’ll know where you are the whole time.”
Lawrence grinned and jutted his hip to the side. “I’m not thinking about anything except for how we’ll celebrate tonight,” he teased.
They headed out to the street, and Lawrence chatted and joked down the stairs and did his best to keep the mood light. When the guys hopped onto Cash’s sleek green motorcycle, though, Lawrence realized the act was only getting him so far. He wasn’t scared of Mr. Rios. Not in the least, in fact. Even when he was an awkward sixteen-year-old, he’d had no problem shooting the creep down.
But walking alone down the crowded street to the barbershop, Lawrence got a yucky taste in his mouth. The people who had raised him were no better than the man he was after now. Hell, his father and mother almost certainly knew what a creep Rios was, but that hadn’t stopped them from inviting him and the rest of their business circle to family dinners and
corporate vacations.
Fuck, did it ever make him appreciate Raiden and Cash even more. They hated to see Lawrence around men like that, even just for a minute.
Right as Lawrence arrived, Rios stepped out of the building. He was wearing a plain black suit, a little out of style, and his thinning hair was buzzed tight. Immediately, Lawrence shook off the other feelings and threw himself into character. He licked his lips and fluffed his curls, then waved his hand in the air. “Oh my god! Mr. Rios! Thank god it’s you!”
He turned with a frown, but when he spotted Lawrence, his smile turned up in a lecherous grin that almost made Lawrence shudder. “Lawrence. What a surprise.”
Lawrence hurried straight to him. “It’s the funniest thing. I guess these jeans are too tight,” he giggled while he turned to the side, showing off his ass. “My phone and my wallet kept popping out of my back pocket here. But I just didn’t want to change!”
Mr. Rios licked his top lip, his eyes straight to Lawrence’s backside. “I can see that.”
“Can you help me out with a ride, Mr. Rios? I’m trying to get to the financial district. I would be so, so grateful if you could give me a hand.” He offered his best watery eyes, even though the man was busy gobbling up his ass.
He chuckled. “What a fucking day. Yeah, come on, kid. This is my ride right here.”
They hopped into the back of a big SUV, and Lawrence did a little happy dance in his seat. As Rios shut his door, Lawrence reminded himself that the guys were watching his location and probably arriving at the bar at that very moment.
“Thank you again,” he purred, leaning across the middle seat as the driver shot out into traffic. “You’re a lifesaver.”
Rios stretched his arm over the back of the seat. “After all of these years ignoring me around your father, I’m surprised you remembered my name.”
Lawrence wasn’t sure how to read the anger underneath his voice. “Well, I’m talking to you now, aren’t I?” he asked sweetly, then pouted. “Or are you just going to ignore me until we get across town?”
