by J. M. Dabney
Ellison kept staring at his cock. “Do you want to touch Daddy’s cock?”
“Yes, sir.” Ellison arched and whimpered as he cupped and gently squeezed Ellison.
He massaged the firm length until his boy was humping into his palm. He bit, licked and sucked until his boy was marked with beautiful bruises that showed anyone who could see just who Ellison belonged to. Ellison clawed at his back, the pain urged him on, but he needed to do something else first. He rolled onto his back. He’d give Ellison control—the chance to learn his body.
“What, did I do—”
“You did nothing wrong. I want you to touch me, whatever you want to do. I want you to feel safe with me.”
“I always feel safe with you.”
Ellison looked so sweet as his body lifted to straddle his thighs.
“Daddy, can I…”
“Can you want, baby?”
“Can I suck your cock? I probably won’t be good at it.”
“This is us. If we make each other feel good, then that’s all that matters.”
He braced himself as Ellison slid down and warm breath teased the head of his dick. He quickly pushed his hands under his head and linked his fingers. His cock and balls ached, pre-come pooled on his abs, and all he wanted was to bend his boy over and fuck him. Take him hard and fast until his boy begged for more. Fuck him hard enough his boy would feel him for hours—every time Ellison moved or sat down the ache a reminder of what only he could do to and for Ellison.
His body jerked hard at the light and hesitant fingers as Ellison circled the base of his dick. Ellison looked up at him from under long, pale lashes, his boy’s pink tongue darted out and licked up the drops at his slit.
“So, good, boy, open your mouth and take just the tip inside.”
Ellison did as he bid, the hot, wet suction made him arch his hips off the bed. His boy took more and gagged, spit dripping from the corners of his sexy mouth stretched around his fat cock. Tears filled Ellison’s eyes as he tried to take more.
“Easy, baby, take it slow, whatever you do will make Daddy feel good.”
His boy shuddered and shallowly bobbed, gagging and moaning. Sweet little needy noises vibrated around his dick. He was so close to fucking coming. He wasn’t ready. His boys always came first. He fisted Ellison’s baby soft hair and pulled Ellison up as he tightened his abs.
He slammed his mouth against Ellison’s, tongue fucking him.
“Daddy, please, it hurts.”
“It’s okay. I’m going to take such good care of you. Then you’re going to turn over, and I’m going to paint that pretty hole. Untouched and innocent, who do you belong to, Ellison?”
“You, only you, Daddy.”
He lifted Ellison until his boy’s thighs rested on his shoulders. “Place your hands on the wall.”
He waited until Ellison did as he instructed and he swallowed Ellison to the root. Soft curls teased his nose, he sucked and swallowed as Ellison bucked and cried out. Nonsense words fell from Ellison’s parted lips. His boy smelled so good—so sweet. Ellison tasted perfect on his tongue. He palmed the soft, full curves of Ellison’s ass and teased his boy’s tight, wrinkled hole with his fingertips.
Ellison’s dick jumped and pulsed on his tongue, pre-come flooded his mouth, and he took Ellison all the way to the back of his throat and swallowed. His own cock was so hard it hurt. Soon he’d take care of his own need, but not until he had his boy’s seed down his throat.
His boy arched so hard and screamed seconds before his boy lost it, bucking hard. Ellison’s slim thighs squeezed his head, and he sucked his boy until Ellison whimpered and tried to push him away.
He lowered Ellison until he let his mouth hover an inch from Ellison’s. “Kiss me, find out how good you taste on Daddy’s tongue.”
The kiss was sweet and shy while Ellison knelt on shaking legs and he took advantage. Reached between them to wrap his hand around his dick. He pushed the head to Ellison’s hole, savoring the rhythmic clench as he stroked. Lust was like fire in his veins. Ellison sucked on his tongue.
He threw his head back as his sac tightened, he clenched his hand around his shaft, and the barbells pulled almost painfully under the pressure of his hard strokes.
“One day, I’m going to fuck you, spill every drop inside you. You’re going to love Daddy being inside you, won’t you? Tell me.”
“My ass is only for you, Daddy.”
As soon as the last word was out of Ellison’s mouth, he spilled onto Ellison’s hole. He pushed his mouth to Ellison’s as he used the head of his dick to spread his seed around Ellison’s hole and along his taint. He’d come so hard he was fucking dizzy. He flipped them onto their sides, Ellison’s thigh over his hip, and his boy’s wet dick pressed against his abs.
“Such a good boy. You made me so proud. Thank you for trusting me.”
“Always,” Ellison whispered.
He loved on Ellison, stroked his back and combed his fingers through Ellison’s soft hair. Kissed him gently between words of praise. His boys, both of them were everything he’d wanted and needed but had denied himself. He wasn’t doing that any longer.
“Let’s go take a shower and I’ll get you all clean, then get you coffee and breakfast.”
He didn’t wait for an answer just slipped off the bed, picked Ellison up and carried him to the bathroom. He slowly washed Ellison’s smooth skin. He brought him to another release before he let the sleepy and satisfied boy head to the kitchen for coffee.
Ten
Flying Was Where He Felt Like Himself
Saint soared miles above the ground. His Cessna in perfect shape. This was where he felt like himself, confident in his abilities. Everyone had that one thing that they excelled at, and this was his. When he flew, it was normally just him and the open sky in all directions. Ernie understood that was his freedom. The one place he had control.
“Saint, you copy?”
“Go ahead, Ernie.”
“I’m patching a call through.”
“Thanks, Ernie.” He heard the crackle in his ears before a voice that made him smile filled his head.
“Hey, baby, how’s my Ellison?”
“Doing good, Mama. I thought you were out of radio range.” The last time he’d talked to his mama she was headed into the mountains for a two-week survivalist trip. She loved her job, and as much as they wanted her around more often, it was understood she didn’t want to settle down. When she’d lost their dad, he believed she lost her soulmate, and no other man would do. Outside of sex, he didn’t think his mother really liked men.
“Stupid egos and a broken leg.”
“Did he break it or did you break it for him?”
He listened to her snort as he turned to head back to the airfield. His lunch break was almost up.
“He broke it, but it was a close one to me taking out his kneecaps. Ernie said you went up by yourself, so what’s up? You and Eric are always together, you fly, and he jumps.”
“I just needed quiet.”
“Why? Is this about your man? Ernie was telling me you were seeing that Sheriff you and your brother have been panting over.”
“I don’t know, it’s odd. I didn’t think it would work out and it seems to be.” Years of wanting someone, it overwhelmed him that Camden finally agreed to be theirs. He held their hands in public. He showed them affection with others around. They weren’t kept a secret, and they’d stayed out at his house the past few weeks. Camden made sure he spent time alone with either him or Sin. It was blowjobs and hand jobs, but beyond that Camden hadn’t pushed for anything else. As much as he appreciated Camden taking it slow, the longer he was with the man, the more he wanted to know what Camden felt like inside him. Yes, he was terrified, but Camden would never hurt him or Sin.
“That’s good, you and Eric deserve this. Someone who will love you both. You know I told you and your brother when you said you’d find a man to share that the perfect one would come along.”
> “I know, Mama.”
“Since I’m grounded for a bit, and I don’t have any trips planned, I thought I’d come for a visit.”
“That would be great.”
“And I can meet Camden. Check out this boy y’all are dating.”
“Mama, please don’t call him a boy, he’s the same age as you.”
“Then I’ll be able to meet your old man then.”
“Mama, please don’t call him an old man when you meet him.”
“What can I say to him? This man is dating my precious sons. The least you’ll allow me is the opportunity to interrogate him and ask his intentions. I’ll try to be all nice and polite if that will make you and Eric happy.”
He laughed at her disgusted tone when she said she’d try to be nice and polite. “It’s the best I can hope for.”
“Don’t be so pessimistic, Ellison.”
“I’ll try. I’m about to land.”
“Okay, sweetie, tell your brother I said I love him. I love you too, Ellison. Everything will work out.”
The call was ended, and he circled as he prepared to land. He descended as he aimed for the short runway. He pulled back as he slowed and smoothly went wheels down, then he taxied closer to one of the two hangers. Killing the engine, he removed his headset and hopped out of his plane.
“How was it?” Ernie asked.
“Perfect.”
He turned to study Ernie. He’d wondered what his mother saw in the man. Ernie and his mama weren’t compatible. They’d shared a bed for a few years, but the sex seemed all that the two people shared in common. Ernie was decked out in his usual oil-stained coveralls. A chewed cigar between his lips. Ernie never seemed to light the ever-present item. It was as a part of Ernie as the coveralls.
“You love to fly, I know that, but you don’t normally come without Sin.”
“Were you talking to Mama?”
“Anyone who knows you, knows you two boys are attached. So, what’s bothering you?”
“I don’t know. Everything seems to be going good, ya know, I’m just waiting for the punch.”
“Ellison, not everything falls through. Sometimes people just get their happy ending without going through all the bullshit. You been checking out that Pelter guy since he came to town. Waiting around that long, maybe that’s the punch, and now all the good shit comes now.”
“Thanks, Ernie.”
“I know shit didn’t go right with your mom and me, but that wasn’t destined to last. Layla and me had our moment, and we both moved on. But I loved you boys. You were the best thing I got out of that relationship. Now, get your ass to work. Sin will be wondering where you at.”
He gave Ernie a quick hug and strode toward the car. He felt lighter now that he’d had his time alone. It had always been him and Sin. Always a package. Sin had had his dates, but him, he didn’t have anything of his own. He hadn’t realized it. Yes, he couldn’t be separated from Sin, and he wouldn’t want to be. Things were different since Camden claimed them. Camden treated them as separate people. He made them feel special with his time and attention, even when it was the three of them together.
He sighed as he drove toward the main road and back toward town. Camden understood and gave them what they needed. He wished Camden would let them in more. Where he was attentive with them, it was as if Camden didn’t require or even think he deserved the same in return.
He and Sin wanted to give those things to Camden. Be there when he got home from work or a middle of the night talk when he gets called away. They wanted it all, but they had to get Camden to realize that they loved and wanted him—to take care of him just like he did them.
He put aside the thoughts as he pulled into town and turned off the main drag to Pleasure. After work, they’d go to Camden’s place and spend time with their man. Everything would work out like it should; he just had to keep believing that.
Eleven
This Was the Life
Sin hummed as he moved through the aisles of Pleasure and straightened the shelves. Saint was at his usual post at the register working on the endless list of website updates Fred hated to do. They’d spent the last three days at Camden’s house only leaving to go to work. Camden made them dinner every night. Then he tucked them into bed beside him every night. That was the life he’d imagined with the three of them.
Camden was surprisingly attentive and affectionate with them. Kisses, hugs, and cuddling, but no sex. It was odd, men had tried to fuck him and Saint for years and the man they loved didn’t seem to be in a hurry. Odd but nice.
The moaning sounded signaling a customer, and he stood on his tiptoes to peek over one of the shelves. Pure walked in, and the big man had a smile on his handsome face. The former SWAT sniper and now bounty hunter/bodyguard was a massive cutie. Even with stubble, the man was downright pretty.
“Look at this, our number one customer.” He ran toward Pure and threw his arms around the man’s waist.
“I don’t come here that often.”
“You so do. What are you here to replace Raul with?”
“I’m not replacing Raul because there is no Raul and me.”
He sucked his teeth and shook his head. Since Raul came to work for Trenton Security on a more full-time basis, Pure upped his usual shopping trips. Pure thought he hid his interest, but the man sucked at not drooling over the hot bounty hunter.
“Lie to everyone else including yourself, but we’ve seen the porn videos you’ve bookmarked.”
Pure went bright red, and he chuckled at the big man.
“Stay away from my laptop, and you’re never invited to my house again.”
“You should password protect that bitch.”
“Pure, what are you looking for today?” Saint asked with a smile and walked out from behind the counter.
“Saint at least doesn’t want to embarrass me.”
“I don’t want to embarrass you. Raul is pretty hot.”
“He’s okay,” Pure muttered and walked off.
“Leave Pure alone. Raul will make him give in sooner or later.”
“That is true, Raul has been awful interrogate-y since he found out Pure comes here.”
“Camden texted and said he wouldn't be home until late. He said we didn't have to stay at the house tonight.”
“Of course we're going to be there.”
Things weren’t perfect, but this wasn’t some fairy tale bullshit. Camden felt right to them, and they’d decided they were all in. Camden needed them, and they’d be there. He understood the man’s need for space. What was happening between them was new and as such they’d have a lot of trial and error before they found the right routine for them.
“We don’t get out of here until eight, and we need to make a stop at the house for clothes.”
“You do know, Saint, Camden prefers us naked.”
“I have no idea why he insists on us being nude while he walks around the house fully clothed in that damn uniform of his. It’s fucking torture.”
He giggled as his annoyed brother stormed off. To be honest, he thought Camden had the naked rule more for Saint’s benefit. His twin was confident or at least faked it well, around their friends, but he was still unsure around Camden. Except for the weight difference they were exactly the same, and over the years, Saint grew to despise the comparison made between them. Being identical twins made it difficult to be considered separate entities.
Their man filled out a uniform, but it wasn’t as sexy as the black tactical gear Camden wore the night shit went nuclear out at Brawlers and the old, corrupt Sheriff ended up dead. It wasn’t love at first sight but lust for sure. The more time they’d had with Camden, the stories they’d heard, they’d quickly come to see the man as more than a jerk-off fantasy. Finally, they had him, and they weren’t going to fuck it up.
That started with them showing Camden they didn’t give a shit about the age difference.
He went back to work. The night passed quickly with a steady stre
am of customers and a few friends coming in to hang out. Pleasure wasn’t a booming business in a town like Powers, but the website saved their asses. Their mama said they could come back to work for her, but as exciting as the travel and adrenaline were, it would keep them away from Camden and their friends. He and Saint talked about a change of scenery over the years. Yet this is where they belonged and were safe.
He walked from the back after stashing the night deposit in the safe and found Saint stowing the laptop under the counter. They worked together as they turned off all the lights, set the alarm and locked the door. They joined arms as they walked toward their house. It was a short walk, but they liked the fresh air after being cooped up inside most of the day.
“Do you think if everything works out, Camden might like a ceremony like Elijah had with his men?”
“I don’t know, should we go look at rings?”
“No, I was just thinking, ya know?”
He tugged Saint off balance, and his twin stumbled against him. “I know, you also went out yesterday on your break to fly. So, what’s on your mind?”
“He hasn’t tried to have—”
“Sex isn’t all about penetration.”
“I know that, and I get it, but—”
“There’re no buts here. We’ve got our man, sleeping beside him every night. Can’t get much better than that. So, we’ll go with the flow, and it’ll work out just like it’s supposed to. Let’s go to the house, pack a bag for the evening and clothes for work. We’ll go home and make Camden dinner.”
“Home? Camden might not appreciate us taking over his house.”
“He did give us a key.”
“Very true. Implies we can come and go as we please.”
They walked up the cracked sidewalk and let themselves into their house. They moved out of Ernie’s place at eighteen and rented their house. Peaches definitely didn’t charge them as much as she probably should for the house. It was a way for them to have independence and they appreciated it, even though they argued to pay regular rent over the last few years.
