Chapter 7 #4
He cradled Sebastian’s face in his hands and licked across his bottom lip before sliding his tongue inside to indulge.
Sebastian pressed harder, trying to twist it into something harsh and angry.
Quinn slid one hand to Sebastian’s throat and wrapped his fingers around, with just enough pressure.
Sebastian swallowed around the touch, his Adam’s apple moving against Quinn’s palm.
Quinn kept the strokes of his tongue even, soft and exploratory. Every time Sebastian tried to change it, Quinn tightened his hand, and Sebastian backed down.
When hands pulled at Quinn’s belt, he lifted his head. “No.”
“No?”
Quinn admired the flush on Sebastian’s cheeks and the way his lips glistened. He was beautiful, and Quinn wasn’t going to let this opportunity go. “I’m not interested in just sex, and I’m not going to give you a chance to decide that’s all it is.”
“And what if I say no? What if I tell you to fuck off because I’m not doing this again?”
“Then say no.”
Sebastian’s jaw twitched, his nostrils flaring as his eyes flattened, heavy. “Fuck you, Quinn. Why now? Because we kissed yesterday? You decided that was enough to turn back the clock?”
“Come home with me, and we can talk. We can all talk.”
“And then what? What else happens in this fairy tale of yours?”
“And then maybe”—he bent his head and pressed his lips to Sebastian’s ear—”I might be persuaded to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you until you can’t think about anything else.
” He sucked Sebastian’s lobe into his mouth and rolled it between his teeth.
“Until all that’s left is the four of us.
” He kissed the sensitive skin behind Sebastian's ear.
“I've missed being inside you. Haven't you missed me?”
“Fuck you.”
Quinn smiled and kissed his way down Sebastian's neck. “Say yes. Come home with me. With us.”
The word sounded like it was being dragged from the depths of hell, but Sebastian's growled yes meant everything to Quinn.
Quinn didn’t know what was going to happen. But they owed it to each other, to the tangled web they had woven, to give themselves a chance to find out.
Will saw it in her eyes a moment too late. They both knew he was too far away to stop her.
“No! Persephone!”
She wagged her tail happily as she took off.
Will bolted after her, his bare feet slapping on the grass, but he already knew he wasn’t going to make it.
Peyton burst out laughing behind him, and Will didn’t even have a chance to flip him off because his long legs were eating up the space, and maybe, just maybe— His heart sank as she dove off the side of the pier and into the small lake.
“Fucking fuck,” he cursed. He tried to skid to a stop on the edge, but he’d been going too fast, and the pier was a little slippery, and he slid off with a cry, splashing heavily into the water.
The lake wasn’t that big, so he wasn’t expecting the depth to it. He’d been sure he’d be able to stand up in it, but he couldn’t feel the bottom. He glared at Persephone, who was huffing and paddling beside him, her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth.
“I thought dogs were supposed to be like their owners. You need to learn some chill if you’re gonna stick with Quinn.”
She licked his cheek and then continued on her merry way. It looked like her goal was the leaves that had floated to the middle of the water. He could have gotten her some leaves from the trillion trees that lined Quinn's property. She hadn't needed to swim for them.
“Need some help?”
Will glared at Peyton, who looked way too fucking smug. “Yeah, you can wipe the smirk off your face.”
“It’s my natural expression.”
“Sometimes I think Lucas is a changeling; other times I realise he fits right in.”
“They say younger siblings learn from their older ones,” Peyton said solemnly. “He’s a good teacher.”
“You’re an asshole. Why did you let her out the back door?”
Peyton’s smirk widened. He shoved his hands into the pockets of the soft, dark-grey sweatpants he’d changed into and moved closer. “Funnily enough, I’d prefer her to do her business outside than inside. I bet Quinn agrees with me.”
“You might want to think about a leash next time.”
“And miss all this?”
Will stretched out, floating backwards. “The water’s pretty warm,” he lied. “You should come in.”
“Nice try.”
“No? What if I sweeten the deal?”
Peyton laughed. “The deal for what? Getting in the cold water with you?”
Will shifted onto his stomach and moved closer.
“Come swim with me.” Surely Peyton couldn’t miss the innuendo in his voice.
The water wasn’t that cold, and Peyton was wearing sweatpants.
Will’s dick was always half hard whenever Peyton walked around in them.
His hips and thighs had been made for sweatpants.
Sometimes—unlike right now, which was a tragedy—he went around wearing them shirtless.
Will was basically a mess at that point, and Peyton usually ended up on his back somewhere.
Where that was, was entirely dependent on whether Parker was home, and if Will was forced to drag him into one of their rooms.
Heat flared in Peyton’s eyes. “Are you trying to seduce me, William?”
“Is it working?”
“The fact that you’re floating in a lake, soaking wet and cold, and asking me to also be soaking wet and cold should be more of a turnoff than it is,” Peyton replied.
“But?”
Peyton pulled his hands out of his pockets, toed off his shoes and socks, and did a perfect dive into the water. The second his head came out of the water, Will splashed him.
“Show-off.”
“You like it when I show off.”
Will swam closer to him and helped push Peyton’s hair out of his face. “You’re very impressive,” he said with a grin.
“Yeah?”
Will hummed and pulled him in for a kiss. He could feel Peyton’s smile against his lips. He slowly moved them backwards until Peyton’s back hit one of the pier pilings.
Will raised his arms high and gripped the edge of the pier with both hands as Peyton wrapped his legs around Will’s waist. He kissed him hungrily as he rolled their hips together.
Peyton wound his arms around Will’s neck and pushed his heels into Will’s ass, adding pressure and sending lances of pleasure through Will.
Will wanted to fuck him right there, but their clothes were clinging to their skin, and the effort to peel them off was too much for his lust-addled brain.
Peyton tore away with a gasp, tilting his head back as he caught his breath.
Will took advantage and latched on to the cold skin of his neck, biting and sucking.
It tasted a little like lake water, but Will was too far gone to care.
He moved one hand down to cup Peyton’s ass cheek, keeping the other gripping the pier, and used the hold to push even harder against him, their dicks sliding almost painfully together.
Persephone tried to get between them, her cold, wet nose poking at Will’s shoulder.
Will laughed, pushing her gently away without stopping the roll of his hips.
Peyton buried his head in Will’s neck, ignoring all of it in favour of cradling Will’s head between his arms and seeking his pleasure.
Peyton’s tiny gasps as they thrust against each other only spurred Will on.
She yipped and splashed them as she tried again.
“C’mon, Persie, I’m trying to come here!” Peyton said, laughing into Will’s neck.
She yipped again in response. She howled louder as the sound of a car came closer.
“I thought Q was staying with Seb?” Will said.
He knew Sebastian was injured—and was glad that Quinn was going to be watching him and keeping him safe—but the thought of whatever the two of them might get up to stuck in a house together all night…
there were a few reasons his blood was running a little hotter tonight, even with the unexpected cold swim.
“He was.”
They both peered around the pier piling as Quinn’s car came closer and pulled up beside Will’s. Quinn’s gaze honed in on them straightaway as he got out of the car, and both his eyebrows rose.
Will was surprised when Sebastian got out of the other side of the car. What were they doing here? He looked at Peyton, but Peyton just shrugged.
“What are you two doing?” Quinn asked once he was in earshot.
“We were trying to tick off a box in sex bingo, but your dog cockblocked us,” Will said cheerfully. Persephone barked as though she knew exactly what Will had said. She totally did. She was a crafty little four-legged demon.
“It looks more like you were both trying to give yourselves pneumonia,” Sebastian said. “Bit cold for a dip, isn’t it?”
“Peyton was keeping me warm.” The weather was starting to finally warm up now that they were well into September, but the nights were still chilly, and the sun had already started to set.
“I can see that.”
“Get out of the water,” Quinn said, shaking his head and turning away. He whistled. “Persephone, come.”
Persephone, the traitor dog who hadn’t listened when Will had told her to stop, swam to the side of the lake, got straight out, and toddled happily behind her new master.
Sebastian approached the end of the dock and offered a hand when Will got to the top of the ladder.
“Thanks.”
Sebastian glanced down at the obvious tent in Will’s pants and just smirked.
He lingered a little when he helped Peyton out.
Will knew Sebastian’s eyes were taking in the way the sweatpants clung to Peyton’s strong legs, outlining his hard dick like a siren beckoning a sailor to his death.
Not to mention that perfect outline of abs beneath his wet white shirt.
Nothing was left to the imagination, and it was glorious.
The way Sebastian licked his lips and Peyton swayed towards him wasn’t helping Will’s dick go down any.
They found towels draped over the railing of Quinn’s front porch and took one each.
Somewhere between them drying themselves—with Sebastian “helping”—their lips found each other.
The three of them took turns with each other as they moved the towels across their wet clothes, hands everywhere.
Will had no idea if he and Peyton were getting dry (he doubted it), and he didn’t really care.
Why did it feel like it had been a lifetime since they’d gotten Sebastian between them?
Together, he and Sebastian managed to peel Peyton’s white shirt off. Sebastian kissed his way down Peyton’s chest, and Will dove back in for a kiss. “Need you,” he breathed.
“Yeah—yes.” Peyton nipped at his bottom lip.
Sebastian’s hands joined Will’s where he was shoving Peyton’s sweatpants down.
They were clinging hard, trying to bond and merge with Peyton’s skin.
They got them down just enough to free Peyton’s dick and then gave up.
It was all Will needed. He wrapped his fingers around Peyton, and Peyton shivered.
“Cold,” he laughed.
“It’ll warm up,” Will whispered against his throat. He licked his way up Peyton’s throat and sucked a line across his jaw as Sebastian’s lips found Peyton’s once more.
Watching them kiss made his own dick twitch in his pants. He ran a hand down Sebastian’s back and cupped his ass, his fingers dipping into the crease between his cheeks. The pants were a hinderance, but Sebastian still pushed back against him.
“This isn’t quite what I had in mind,” Quinn drawled nearby.
The three of them looked up at where he was watching them from the top step.
Will smiled. “We’re just waiting for you.”