Chapter Twenty-Seven
Troy
Well, this night sure has taken a turn.
Of all the things I thought Wes might say about us having to schedule a do-over with Rigby, it wasn’t an offer to tag in as a pinch hitter. Relief fucker?
Anyway. Not happening.
Here under harsh kitchen lighting with the too-loud hum of our refrigerator is not the place to keep hashing this out. Maybe he thinks he’d survive it, but I don’t. Or maybe I wouldn’t. Our ugly world has tainted Wes enough.
Since we’re tabling the entire discussion for later, and since Adam’s currently pulling down Wes’s sleep shorts, I may as well enjoy.
My best friend glances at me with his eyebrows raised.
“Let me see you kiss him,” I tell Adam.
Wes and I kiss pretty regularly. Adam and I were each other’s first kiss, but we don’t do it much. Adam isn’t as into kissing in general, but I want to see them that way. I need to.
“Stay put, babe,” Adam says as he circles Wes. Apparently he’s sticking with his demand that Wes keep his hands on the countertop, and I fucking love it.
To think most years we don’t even exchange gifts. Who thought we’d get to have our very own extra-large submissive for Christmas?
I’m already getting hard, but when Adam guides Wes’s head around so he can press their mouths together? Fuck, that’s perfect.
I don’t know if Adam sees it, how good the two of them are. Wes either. Maybe he’s thinking he’ll fly his freak flag for a little while and move on. Maybe this is all experimentation for him.
For me, though? It’s like I told Wes already. I licked him, so he’s mine. Since everything that’s mine is also Adam’s, well…
And someday, if I’m not here anymore, they’ll have each other. That’ll be good.
Wes gasps as their tongues tangle. There’s a sliver of air between each of their lips, and for some reason that makes it even hotter than if they had their faces mashed together.
Wes is hard, his hips bucking and his body seeking Adam’s even with the way he has his arms pressed flat on the countertop, gripping the far side.
He’ll have some marks from the hard surface later, no doubt.
It shows how much they’re into each other, though. I like that. It’s perfect.
Grabbing a bottle of lube from the drawer next to the sofa, I squeeze some into my own hand and then toss it to Adam. “He likes it when it hurts.”
Not that Adam doesn’t know. My statement makes Wes blush, though—something he does pretty easily. More, please.
“What do you think, babe?” Adam murmurs as he drizzles lube into his hand. “Should I use my dick, or use my fingers?”
Wes’s needy whine is a thing of beauty.
Mmm. “Both. I want to see you fuck him.” We haven’t done that yet. So far I’ve topped Wes every time. For his part, Wes has shown surprisingly little interest. Fine with us.
Adam gives Wes’s dick a few strokes before moving around to explore his hole. When he slides a finger inside, Wes makes all these cute noises, gasping and hissing. A couple of high-pitched squeals. Like a kitten.
Damn, I’m good at picking nicknames.
“Mark him,” I tell Adam.
Wes groans long and loud, moving his grip to the edge of the counter. Adam leans down, pressing a kiss to Wes’s shoulder, then one at the base of his neck. When it looks like he’s about to lay a kiss on the other shoulder, instead he digs in with his teeth.
“Argh!” Wes’s knees wobble. His cock jerks. He drops his forehead to the counter, pushing his ass out more.
Adam smooths his hand over the bite. It didn’t break the skin, but it’s angry-looking and red.
Running my hand over Wes’s arm, I say, “Tell him what you want, babe.”
Wes’s breath puffs against the counter. “Do it again. Please.”
The way he shakes off a full-body shiver, makes my cock throb.
Adam slides his finger out, turning to me with a grin. “Did we create a monster?”
“You heard him,” I say. “Do it.”
Adam pushes his front against Wes’s back. With his hard dick riding the cleft of Wes’s ass, he digs his fingers into each of Wes’s hips and then leans down to bite his flank.
Wes makes a strained noise in the back of his throat. I get to work stroking myself, wishing a little I’d gotten my phone out to record this. I’d love to make that sound my new ringtone.
“Two fingers, Adam.”
“No. No,” Wes insists. “Fuck me.”
“Gotta get you ready,” Adam counters.
“No,” our kitten practically whines. “I want it like before.”
Hmm. “Which before, Kitten?”
“The time—the— you know .”
I slide around into the kitchen so I can lean over the counter and whisper to Wes. “You want Adam to fuck you so hard it hurts, like when we got kidnapped and that bad man told us to make you scream?”
Wes lifts his head, pupils blown wide and glowing in the dimly lit kitchen. “Yes. That’s what I want.”
Adam meets my gaze. Holy fucking hell. I’m not sure whether either of us realized our kitten was this feral.
“You heard him.”
Adam nods. “If that’s what he wants.”
The moment Adam slams home plays across Wes’s face. It’s in the jerk of his body. The sharp intake of breath. The parting of his lips. The full-body shudder.
“You heard him, babe,” I say. “Make him scream.”
“W-what about Jalen,” Wes gasps as Adam slides out and in again.
“He’ll understand.” I move around to put my hands on Wes’s where he’s gripping the counter. “You think I should take a picture? Send him a video? Should I invite him down to watch?”
Just trying to define the parameters we’re working with here. For science.
“I don’t…” He laces his fingers with mine and pulls me forward.
We’re locked in some weird push-pull where we’re staring each other down while Wes grimaces and grunts and grips my fingers like a vise every time Adam thrusts into his tight hole.
“You don’t what, Kitten?”
“I don’t kno—aaah!” He bites his lips together, but he’s already getting too loud. Another thump comes from upstairs.
“Hang on, Kitten.” I let go long enough to grab my phone.
With one hand I stroke myself over my sleep pants; with the other I thumb through the prompts to record a video.
It isn’t long, and you can’t see Wes’s face from the angle I choose.
Still, it’s enough to give anyone a clear idea of what’s going on down here.
Then I return to my previous location, and I show it to him. With my best friend fucking his ass, I hold up the video of the two of them.
“You see that, Kitten? Look at that big, built, gorgeous fucking body of yours, taking Adam’s dick like a champ. You want me to send that upstairs, so the nasty hit man won’t get angry about your fuck noises?”
“Y-ye—oh, God!”
Another bang.
“Send it,” Wes breathes.
For good measure, I add a quick message.
Troy: We’ll be done soon
Jalen: Fuck, man. Go about your business
That’s pretty much what I thought he’d say. Jalen likes his quiet, but he’d never begrudge someone getting laid.
Wes reaches for my hands again, so I drop the phone and grab on. I can tell he’s close when he loses control of his volume again, and these cute little high-pitched noises come streaming out of his throat.
“God, he’s so fucking tight,” Adam moans. “You feel so fucking good, babe.”
“And you look sexy as fuck,” I say.
Wes’s eyes open wider. Like he isn’t sure if we’re being serious.
My hands tighten around his. “He’s right, Kitten. I’ve been inside that ass. Fucking heaven.”
Whether it’s coincidence or that’s the thing that pushes him over, I don’t know, but he shudders and grips me tighter, letting out every sound his lungs will allow.
Adam lets loose a long, pained groan as he finishes inside Wes’s ass. Not wanting to let go of our kitten’s hand, I end up pulling myself out and shooting on the kitchen floor. I’m so worked up, it doesn’t take long.
Annoying, since I’ll have to clean it up, but whatever.
Wes collapses across the counter with a weary sigh. “I’m so mad it’s taken me this long to realize how good that feels.”
“You were waiting for us, that’s all.” I lean in for a quick kiss before grabbing paper towels to clean up the floor.
I get a fuzzy feeling when Wes reminds me to watch my head as I stand back up. He’s a sweet guy, after all, our Wes.
“Can we—” Wes hesitates as he’s pushing himself away from the counter with shaky arms. “That was good. Really good. I never thought I’d say something like this, but I like it when you guys take control. I’d like it if we could do it sometimes as if…” He coughs.
“Babe?”
“Kitten?”
Wes finishes, “As if I don’t have a choice.”
Adam raises his eyebrows. “We’ll need a safe word.”
Wes shakes his head, and for a moment he won’t make eye contact with either of us. “We didn’t have one before. That’s the whole point. I want you guys to be in control.”
My stomach tightens. “Kitten, we can’t play that way without a safe word.”
“He’s right.” Adam suppress a yawn. “Or a hand gesture, at least. I’ve heard of girls at the strip club putting up their middle finger if a customer gets too handsy in the private rooms. We need some way to know if we go too far or accidentally hurt you in a bad way.”
Wes sags against the counter. “You’re right. Fine.”
“Good Kitten.”
Adam yawns again. “I need a shower before bed. You guys coming?”
“We don’t all fit at once,” I remind him. Not easily. We’ve done it, but Wes is a big guy and Adam and I aren’t small.
“Something to keep in my mind whenever we move,” Adam says.
He gives me a significant look. I think maybe, possibly, he’s onto me. Maybe I’m projecting, but it feels like he’s letting me know he expects there to be three of us in the future.
I want that too.
“Who’s moving?” Wes is mumbling and barely picking up his feet. Maybe Adam really did fuck his brains out.
“Conversation for another day, Kitten.”
He seems to accept that as an explanation. Even though it isn’t one.
I give myself a speedy wipe down as I watch them go.
It’s always been a thing in the back of my head that someday I’d find someone to look after Adam when I’m gone, and the good news is, I definitely found him.
I’m just not as okay as I used to be with the idea that I might not be there too.
Logically, I know it’s not a given that I’ll turn out like my mom. Right now, I’ve got two really good reasons to stick around. But backup plans are a good thing, right? If Adam and I hadn’t had one all those years ago, we might not be here now.
I turn off the kitchen light, letting the darkness fall over me before I follow them to bed.