Chapter 8
W e’re just waiting for you.
Quinn wasn’t sure he’d ever heard a more perfect sentence. Five words that summed them up in a way he could have never hoped to describe.
They’d all been waiting for each other.
Waiting for this.
But as much as he would love to continue watching the exquisite show... “We need to talk,” he said.
Peyton’s smile was full of cheek, and Quinn felt the pull at his groin. “Come over here, and we can talk.”
“Nice try.” He knew exactly what would happen if he got within two feet of any of them.
Peyton slowly walked up the steps until he was one step below Quinn and looking up at him with sultry eyes. “I can try harder.”
Quinn tracked a single droplet of water that had fallen from the tip of Peyton’s hair and was now travelling down his sculpted chest. It got stuck between his abs, and Quinn swallowed hard, resisting the urge to trace its path with his tongue.
Peyton suggestively trailed his fingertips across the front of Quinn’s pants. Quinn took hold of his wrist, keeping him there against his hardening dick. Peyton bit his bottom lip, the corner curling up.
Quinn brushed some of Peyton’s wet hair from his forehead and then cradled one side of his head. He pushed the tip of his thumb into Peyton’s mouth, and Peyton flicked his tongue across it.
All of Quinn’s resolve disappeared in a flurry of lust as he bent and captured Peyton’s mouth in a bruising kiss.
Peyton moaned and immediately began pulling at Quinn's belt. By the time they made it up the stairs and into Quinn's bedroom, Quinn had lost his shirt and his fly was undone. He toed off his shoes, and Peyton shoved his pants and underwear down.
Fingers trailed across his shoulder, and his head was turned, another pair of lips settling on his. He knew the moment the tongue slid across his that it was Sebastian.
Two tongues licked down his chest, tracing his tattoo. He blindly reached out, running his hands through Will and Peyton's hair.
“We're supposed to—” Quinn groaned when Peyton licked across his nipple and Will gently bit the other. “Talk. We need to talk.”
“We can talk later,” Sebastian said. “This is important too.”
Yeah. Sure. Quinn would go with that.
He urged Will up, kissing him hungrily. This time was different than the first; Will met him stroke for stroke, yielding to him just as beautifully but steadier this time.
Better.
Quinn pulled him closer. He hissed when Will's wet shirt pressed against his skin. Fuck, that was cold.
“We don't have to...” Will trailed off, biting his lip.
“We don't have to what?” Quinn asked, confused.
“You know.” Will gestured at himself. “I know that you have connections with them, and I'm just, you know, me, and—”
Quinn cut him off, sliding his hand around to cradle Will's head as he kissed him again.
“I'm totally sober now,” Will gasped into his mouth.
“Good to know. Let's get you naked too.”
“Okay.”
Will seemed more interested in Quinn's kisses and then getting his mouth on every inch of Quinn's skin, but Quinn eventually managed to slide his shirt up and over his head.
Will was lanky, more height than anything else, but his muscles were lean and firm and heating up beneath Quinn's palms. He spent quality time exploring all the light spattering of hair across Will's chest and further down, across his flat stomach and the trail of hair leading beneath his wet pants.
Something rattled, and Peyton laughed. Quinn looked to where Sebastian had pushed Peyton onto the opposite side of the bed. Peyton leaned back, bracing himself on his elbows, and tipped his head back, watching Quinn and Will.
“Come over here,” Peyton said.
Will tried to move while getting his pants off and almost face planted. Quinn chuckled as he slid an arm around Will's waist to hold him steady.
“Careful,” he whispered in Will's ear. “I have plans that don't involve more head injuries.”
Will shivered. “Yeah, good call.”
Quinn pressed open-mouthed kisses across Will's bent back as Will got his pants off the rest of the way. Once he was completely naked, Quinn gripped Will's hips and slid his hard dick between Will's cheeks, nestling against the warmth.
Will let out a groaned gasp and leaned back into Quinn's chest. He reached back and wrapped an arm around Quinn's neck, and Quinn turned, giving him the kiss he was silently asking for.
He slowly guided them both to the bed as they explored.
“Lie down for me,” he whispered.
Will went to crawl forward onto the bed, and Quinn stopped him.
“No, on your back. I want to see you.” He wanted Will to know that Quinn saw him, that he wasn't a substitute for anyone.
Yes, this had started because Quinn had wanted Peyton.
But Will was part of this now, on his own.
Quinn wanted him too, and that had nothing to do with Peyton or Sebastian.
“Uh—okay.”
Quinn didn't comment on the unsteadiness of Will's limbs as he turned and almost collapsed onto the sheets, but he would be lying if he said it didn't make his pulse go into overdrive.
Peyton twisted onto his stomach, close to Will's head. “Hi,” he said, grinning.
Will smiled in return, bright and beaming. “Hi.”
Peyton cradled Will's head and kissed him upside down.
Quinn shared a heated look with Sebastian. Sebastian ran his hands across Peyton's ass, one hand reaching further and—based on the way Peyton jerked and moaned—took hold of his dick. Peyton clasped Will's hand and squeezed.
Quinn had never imagined he'd get the chance to have Sebastian in his bed again. And never once had he thought it would be like this.
Seeing the three of them together made something in Quinn click into place. There was something magnetic about them, something special and once in a lifetime. Something that felt awfully like coming home.
Quinn wanted to do everything in his power to hold onto this.
Quinn went to his bedside table and got out the lube and a handful of condoms. He dropped the condoms on the bed within reach but kept the lube in hand as he went back to Will.
He popped the top and drizzled some into his palm before wrapping it around Will's dick. The lube allowed him to get a good slide as he spread it around the head and down his shaft.
Will's hips jerked, and his free hand fisted in the sheet.
Quinn handed Sebastian the lube, their fingers lingering against each other, sending tingles running up Quinn's arm.
It didn't matter that they weren't touching each other, that the dick in Quinn's hand was Will's and the ass that Sebastian was playing with was Peyton's.
They were all connected here. Every stroke, every kiss, every gasp and whimper; it was all of them and for all of them.
Quinn ran a hand over Will's calf and up his thigh. He lifted the leg onto his shoulder, opening Will up to him. He circled his thumb around Will's rim, giving pressure without pushing in as he kept working Will’s dick over. Every so often he slipped the tip in, then out again.
Peyton gasped, twisting and pressing his forehead against the sheets, reacting to whatever Sebastian was doing to him. “Fuck, fuck.”
Heat flared in Will's eyes as he tried to push down on Quinn's thumb.
Quinn leaned over and ran his thumb across Will's bottom lip and dipped it and his pointer finger into Will's mouth, just long enough to get it wet. He pinched Will's nipple between them, rolling it around as the spit dried.
Will's mouth opened on a silent gasp.
He was quieter than Quinn thought he would be. Less vocal than Peyton, who was currently muttering muffled obscenities into the sheets as Sebastian played with him.
“Good?” Quinn asked, wanting to make sure that it was merely because he was quiet in bed, not because he was deliberately remaining mute. If something didn't work for him, Quinn wanted him to say something.
Will nodded, his throat working as he swallowed.
Quinn pushed his thumb into the firm muscles of Will's ass.
He was tight. Too tight. He picked up the lube where Sebastian had discarded it and drizzled some onto his finger.
He spread it across Will's hole, massaging it in.
He took his time adding a first, second, and then third finger until Will was squirming beneath him.
“He loves that,” Peyton said, kissing Will's cheek. “Don't you?”
“Yes,” Will said, his voice strained. “I need—I need—”
Quinn squeezed his dick gently in approval. “Ready for more, William?”
“I was ready two fingers ago,” Will said with a laugh. “What are you waiting for?”
Quinn smiled and ran a hand down Will's lifted leg, over his knee and the coarse hair on his thigh before gently lowering it to his hip.
“Quinn likes to take his time,” Sebastian said. His eyes met Quinn's. “Guess some things don't change.”
Quinn's heart skipped a beat. “Some things are worth taking the time for,” he said hoarsely. Some things are worth waiting for.
“I want to feel it,” Peyton said, kissing the corner of Will's mouth. “I want to hear you moaning around my dick while he fucks you.”
“ Oh. Yes. I want—yes,” Will said, red spreading across his cheeks and down his throat.
Peyton kissed him deeply before lifting himself up onto his knees and walking forward, Sebastian following behind him. Peyton settled his thighs on either side of Will's head and used a hand to guide himself into Will's mouth. Will moaned as he swallowed him down.
Fuck, they were gorgeous together.
Quinn rolled a condom on and slicked himself up with lube. He crooked his finger at Peyton, and Peyton leaned forward for Quinn to claim his lips. He slipped his tongue into Peyton's mouth at the same time he slowly pushed into Will.
He pulled out excruciatingly slowly and then back in, groaning at the way Will seemed to suck him in, greedy for him.
Peyton kissed down Quinn's chest and then further down until he wrapped his lips around Will's dick, his cheeks hollowing out as he bobbed up and down. Will let out a loud, drawn-out moan, and Peyton echoed it.