Chapter 57 #2
Seth looked up into the shower, water clinging to his long dark eyelashes. “Hurt me, Bryce, make me forget.”
“Fuck,” Bryson growled, before wrapping his hand hard around Seth’s throat and slamming him against the shower wall.
Seth’s eyes went wide for a half a second before fluttering closed. Bryson felt a war stirring inside him.
On one hand, Seth needed him. He was practically begging him. On the other hand, Bryson wasn’t sure he could handle it.
Bryson’s hand tightened along Seth’s neck. Visions of Seth being dragged away from his cell and Bryson being left behind, locked behind bars, burned into Bryson’s mind.
It would have been torture. Bryson didn’t think he mentally could have held it together. It was amazing Seth and Kaydon were still with him.
Bryson let Seth go and reached out and turned him harshly by the shoulders. Pressing Seth’s face and body against the hard tile.
With his free hand, he gave Seth two hard smacks against his ass, and Seth moaned into the shower wall.
Bryson’s hand was about to come down again, and Regan was there, pushing his ass higher, asking him to hit him again. Bryson’s hand froze, and he shook his head.
Shit.
Kaydon’s large arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer into his warm chest.
“Lettuce,” Kaydon whispered into his ear, and Bryson leaned into his large torso, letting the water hit his face.
Kaydon gave him a firm squeeze before leading Bryson to the far wall.
“Bryson’s taking a break, Killer, you get me for a while,” Kaydon said, fisting his hand into Seth’s blond locks.
Bryson leaned against the wall, watching the two of them play together. Kaydon wrenched Seth’s head back by his hair, and Seth hissed at the rough contact.
Warmth spread into Bryson’s middle, and his hand drifted to touch himself.
Kaydon pulled Seth away from the shower wall. With one hand, Kaydon adjusted the shower head, and with the other he forced Seth under it.
Bryson watched as the water cascaded into Seth’s face, his beautiful ass holding a bright red hand print.
Seth stood under the water.
“Open your eyes and mouth.” Kaydon’s command vibrated around the room.
Seth obeyed immediately.
Bryson watched Seth’s body shake under the steady stream, until Kaydon pulled him away and Seth coughed and sputtered, taking in ragged breaths before Kaydon pushed him under the onslaught of water again.
By the third time, Bryson’s thoughts focused.
Regan was the last thing on his mind. For now, the only thing Bryson could see was Seth and Kaydon’s beauty.
When Kaydon pushed Seth out from under the water, he spun him so he faced Bryson.
Seth’s eyelids were heavy with arousal, and his cock bobbed in front of him.
“How does he look, Bryce? He sure looks like he’s enjoying things to me. What do you think?” Kaydon said, his grip still on Seth. Bryson suspected Kaydon was physically holding the kid upright.
A deep desire coiled into Bryson’s chest as he took in Seth’s limp form.
What had Seth said? Hurt me, Bryson, make me forget.
“I think he looks like he wants to get on his knees for me,” Bryson said.
And Seth dropped to his knees, taking Bryson’s cock in his mouth with a finality that had Bryson’s chest squeezing. Bryson fisted Seth’s hair, enjoying the fever pitch with which Seth was working him with.
Kaydon stood behind Seth. Bryson watched as Kaydon pressed his foot into Seth’s ass and taint. Seth moaned around Bryson’s cock, and Bryson kept his eyes on Kaydon.
“You with us?” Kaydon asked.
Bryson nodded.
Kaydon leaned in closer, pressing into Seth and driving Bryson’s cock deeper into Seth’s throat. With Seth sandwiched between them, Kaydon kissed Bryson. His tongue exploring at first and then turning urgent, like it was the last time they would ever kiss.
Bryson felt a warmth spread over him.
The knowledge that his brothers would catch him. That Adria would catch him.
His trauma wasn’t a light switch that he had to turn on and off. Good days and bad days, they would be there.
The thought was freeing.
When Kaydon released the kiss, he moved to turn off the shower. The steam lingered as the three of them moved to the bedroom.
“Seth, get on the bed, all fours,” Bryson said, finding his Dominant voice. It felt good.
Seth moved.
Even in the jungle where the sun was plentiful, Seth still managed to stay a creamy white. Kaydon and Bryson had tanned into a deep golden brown, but Seth seemed to be as pale as ever.
Except now, ass in the air, he was a deep shade of red.
“I seem to remember the last time we were alone together. Kay and I promised you that we would both be inside you.”
Seth shuddered.
Kaydon grabbed the lube and moved behind Seth. Bryson watched as Kaydon put the cool liquid on Seth’s tight entrance and watched as Kaydon’s thumb entered him. Seth’s head dipped into the pillows.
Bryson moved next to him.
“Turn your head,” Bryson said.
Seth did.
Bryson would never get sick of the pale blue eyes staring up at him. In this moment Regan was nowhere to be seen.
His boogeyman fear factor had been trumped.
If he showed up again, Seth and Kaydon would chase him away.
Seth opened his mouth without Bryson asking, and Bryson positioned his tip at Seth’s lips.
“While your brother is getting you ready, I’m going to fuck your face,” Bryson said calmly.
He was rewarded by Seth’s tongue licking out and running along his tip.
When Kaydon added another finger into Seth’s ass, Bryson saw Seth’s mouth pop open in an “O”. Bryson took that opportunity to plunge into Seth’s mouth, pressing his dick into the back of his throat.
Bryson could feel Seth choking around him.
“My slut asked to forget, didn’t he?”
It was almost impossible with Bryson’s cock shoved down his throat, but Seth managed to nod.
“Wanted me to hurt him,” Bryson said, pounding into his face mercilessly.
Tears started to form at the corners of Seth’s eyes and after a few more thrusts, Bryson let up.
Seth’s nostrils strained trying to get in the air that Bryson’s dick had previously denied.
Kaydon must have taken this opportunity to shove another finger into Seth because Bryson saw Seth’s eyes crossed.