Chapter 12
Something unexpected is happening in my stomach, or my chest, or my mind, or some part of me that makes no sense, as Cody teases Zahn this morning. We fucked around for hours last night, and then Zahn passed out on one end of the couch and I passed out on the other.
But now Cody is teasing him into waking up, and something isn’t quite right about it. To me. Not to anyone else. My eyes are focused on the way Cody’s hands tease Zahn’s dick through the material of the borrowed sweatpants, and when it hardens, I get… envious?
“Get up,” Cody says to Zahn, still rubbing him.
“It is up,” Zahn says in a groggy voice.
Hostility sweeps through me. An instinct that I have no right to feel wants me to throttle this guy for touching what is… not mine. Maybe I just don’t like that he’s touching Zahn while he’s sleeping. But again, I have no right to that thought because Zahn is clearly on board with it. A conflicting part of me thinks it’s kind of hot to watch Zahn’s cock go from flaccid to hard in the span of a minute. To see what turns him on and how he reacts to a touch. But then a third, weirdly possessive part of me wants to cover Zahn’s lap, protect him while he doesn’t want to be protected, and get rid of this weird… twang in my chest.
What the fuck is that? A twang?
Zahn groans, covering his eyes while refusing to wake up. That makes me happier than it should because it somehow means Cody isn’t rousing enough, but then he groans and says, “Fine. You can wake me up like this any time.” He laughs, sounding groggy and hot and bothered together.
I look away. To find Cara sipping coffee and staring at me with a knowing look on her face. I look away again. To find Cody watching me with an apologetic look.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Cody gives me a smile, removes his hand, and smacks Zahn’s face instead. “Wake up. We’re going out.”
Do I have a new Zahn kink? Jesus.
I shower off the shame of that, get dressed, and feel a lot better by the time I meet Cara and Cody in the kitchen, waiting for Zahn to finish getting ready to go out. Neither of them say anything about catching me in that moment, but they put out vibes like they’re available to talk to if I need to. I appreciate it, and it makes me more comfortable with the whole thing. I write it off as some new weirdness that’s just coming into play since I decided to test my sexuality boundaries.
We spend the day doing random shit in the city. We go out for breakfast, meet a few of their friends, and get a taste of city life. I mean, no thanks. It’s not for me, but it’s fun to spend a day pretending. Even the hour we spent at the supermarket wasn’t terrible. Cody is a chef, so he wanted to grab some stuff for dinner, and Zahn and I spent the whole time wondering how it takes a goddamn hour to buy seven things. In Seward, we would have been in and out in under ten.
We ain’t city boys, so the day was pretty far-fetched for the two of us. I’d rather have spent my day off in the mountains with either a board or a drink strapped to my body, taking in the scenes and enjoying the vastness of the landscape. Skyscrapers and traffic don’t really do it for me.
“Wanna leave tomorrow morning?” Zahn asks as we sit on their balcony for a moment alone while Cara and Cody get dinner going. “It’s been fun, but I’ve had enough of the city. We could still fit in some boarding if you want.” He looks at me, his hair a dark mess and his coat wide open.
I couldn”t agree more, so I nod. “Yeah. First thing.” Maybe it has a little to do with this twang and the way it feels to watch Zahn be touched by everyone… but me. “So don’t get too drunk tonight. Hungover or not, you’re driving home.”
“Something tells me I’m gonna need to be shit-faced for the things they have planned tonight.” Zahn laughs.
“What? Mr. No Shame needs liquid courage?” I tease.
He ignores me. “This shit weirding you out at all, Rem?”
In all honesty, I need a break from sex for a bit after this, but other than that weird hesitation inside me, no. It’s been fun and eye-opening. I’m way more into this than I thought I would be, and I know that has everything to do with Zahn being here. I wouldn’t do it on my own. He would, but I have a feeling he’s starting to enjoy me being involved the same way I am.
“Nah. You?”
“No.” He nudges me with his shoulder. “I love this shit. But a switch flipped in my brain lately, and it’s kinda weird.”
“What switch?” Anticipation bubbles up inside me, churning my stomach and flushing me with heat. What?
“We’ve been fucking around together for years, right?” he asks; I nod. “And now we have this arrangement, which I love, by the way. So now, when I think about it… Shit, Rem. You’re just in all my fantasies now,” he admits, laughing. “Every time I drift off thinking about hooking up, there you are, getting your dick sucked right along with me. You’re all up in there.” He motions to his head.
Thank fuck I’m not alone in that then.
“Hey, we’ve had nothing but good success with our method.” I laugh with him, hoping he doesn’t catch the hint of relief in my voice. “No point in fucking with it now. Unless you’re done?” I look at him, hoping I didn’t misunderstand his intent.
“Fuck no. I’m so in this it isn’t even funny. First thing I’ve ever committed to,” he says. “I crave this shit now. With you.”
It’s not the first thing he’s committed to. Our business, our friendship, his family, and flying are all things he’s done long-term, but I get where he’s coming from.
“So do I,” I admit with a real smile. I take a drag, covering it with nonchalance.
“You better tell me when you find one you wanna settle down with, though. I’m gonna need notice. Like quitting a job, Rem. I need at least two months’ notice,” he says, grinning at me while I smoke.
“Quitting a job is two weeks’ notice, idiot. But I’m not even looking,” I tell him.
“We can look together. You still into brunettes?” he asks.
More than you fucking know, bud. Their parts have changed, but… I shrug. “Sure. But now I’m more caught up in your bullshit.”
“What bullshit?”
“The vibe stuff. The energy. That bullshit.”
“Oh, it ain’t bullshit, bud. If the situation is hot, then it’s just hot all around, right? You get it now?”
“I’m starting to.”
Zahn stands, facing me. “You gonna let Cody suck your dick?” He teases.
Of course he’s gotta be a dick about it. “Maybe I’ll suck his dick, fucker.” I shove him and put my butt out.
Something weird crosses his face, but then he laughs. “I’d watch that for sure.”
“You’d watch anything.”
“True.” He grabs my arm, halting me from going inside. “You’re good? Check in?”
I love his check-ins. “All good.”
Later in the night, I get to see things how Zahn does.
His arms are pulled wide, tied to the bedposts, his eyes are completely covered by a blindfold, and he’s pent up with so much need that every single touch sets goosebumps to his skin and makes his breathing hitch. He’s standing at the end of the bed, but there’s enough slack that he can sit down if he needs to.
Holy shit, he’s a sight to look at.
I’m still fully clothed, but Zahn is as naked as the day he was born, and he doesn’t have a lick of shame to give about it. I’m not sure if he’ll want me to be a part of this, so for now, I stand against the far wall and watch him suffer in blissful torture from everything Cara and Cody do to him. A small part of me feels creepy, but mostly, I’m trying to deny how hard my cock is over this whole scene. Two of his senses have been cut off, and since Cody and Cara are being silent, he has no idea who is doing what to him.
Zahn is the only one making any sounds, and I’ve gotta admit, they’re nice sounds. Really nice. Make my dick jump sounds.
Cody runs his tongue up the underside of Zahn’s hardened shaft, making him groan out a long and tortured moan. Cara’s mouth joins her husbands, sucking his balls into her mouth. Zahn’s abs flex with every breath, and his arm muscles bulge when he yanks on the restraints. His legs are wobbling, his chest is heaving, and his throat rolls with each swallow. I can’t decide which part of him is more intriguing to watch.
This is the vibe he spoke of. Everything about watching him—watching this—has me so hard it almost hurts not to touch myself. I might even like the torture of it and the way I feel slightly uncomfortable without knowing my role. The unease is alive, and it might be adding to the allure of the whole thing.
I run my hand over my clothed boner to ease the ache, gently massaging myself while I sip the rest of my drink and watch Zahn’s body react to everything being done to it.
Fingertips tickle him. Hair brushes against his skin. Different textures and pressures keep him guessing. His dick gets attention until he’s ready to come, and then Cara and Cody back off, bringing him back down to Earth while edging him brilliantly. These two know what they’re doing, and it’s fun to watch them enjoy it just as much as Zahn is.
“Where’s…” Zahn starts to say, but he’s cut off by his own groan. “Is… Remy?”
My name in that breathy tone turns the material of my red boxers a shade darker. I swallow the rest of my whiskey and fill up my glass one more time.
“He’s here,” Cody tells him, looking back at me to invite me over. “Watching,” he says when I shake my head.
“Fuck, Remy,” Zahn says, but it comes out like a growl. “You’re doing this next.”
I grin but don’t say anything. I don’t want him to know how close or far away I am. I want him guessing, playing my own game with him outside the one Cara and Cody are playing.
Cara motions me over, but I shake my head again. I’m still unsure of my role, and until I figure it out for certain, I’m not moving from this safety wall. Because there’s a very new and greedy part of me that wants to touch Zahn. Cara won’t take no for an answer. She leaves Zahn in the capable hands of her husband and walks over to me in nothing but a little black thong.
She leans right into my body, her lips pressed to my ear and her tits to my chest. “Let me give you some relief while you watch him.”
I lean into her head but keep my eyes on Cody, who is now sucking Zahn off like he’s actually going to let him finish. Shit. It really is sexy to watch. Am I jealous of Cody or Zahn?
“At least come a little closer,” Cara whispers. “You don’t have to touch. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but don’t miss out and regret it later.”
I gulp my whiskey and decide not to be a coward. She helps me undress and then drags me closer. From here, I can see all of Zahn’s goosebumps, smell his sweat, and hear every single breath he takes. I watch the lines of his muscles contract and release, notice the sheen of sweat on his forehead, and admire the red marks of the cuffs around his wrists.
For a while, I just watch. Cara keeps a hand on me at all times, but she’s focused on Zahn, too. When Cody holds out a hand for me, inviting me to step just a little closer, I take it. My arm brushes Zahn’s, and he groans even louder.
And then Cody grabs my face, and I get a little worried he’s going to kiss me or something. He doesn’t. Instead, he leans in, meets my eyes, and asks me a question I never thought he’d ask.