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Chapter 13

CHAPTER THIRTEEN_

NICE BOYS SHARE THEIR TOYS

Winston woke slowly, keenly aware of the hard cock pressed against his ass and the familiar weight of Lucky draped around him.

Lucky always gravitated to Winston when they slept in the same bed.

When they’d first met, Lucky swore up and down that he wasn’t a cuddler, but then that first night happened and Winston woke with a frat-boy shaped octopus attached to him.

Now, Lucky would say that Winston was the only one he cuddled with, and he chose to believe the comfortable lie.

Lucky nuzzled the back of his neck. Soft lips left kisses on his sleep-warm skin.

“Good morning, Winnie.” Lucky’s voice was rough from sleep.

Winston thought of asking to record him sometime so he’d be able to listen to it long after he was gone from Winston’s life.

“What’s wrong?” Lucky asked, propping himself up on his elbow.

Winston felt Lucky staring down at him.

“You were all soft and sweet, and then you got all tense on me. What’s wrong, Winnie?”

Winston loved and hated that name in equal measure. He also loathed how Lucky could read him like that. “Stupid perceptive bastard.”

Lucky leaned down and kissed Winston’s temple. “Yes, but I’m your stupid perceptive bastard.”

He wasn’t, though. And that was the problem.

“Now tell Lucky what’s going on with you so I can fix it.”

“Nothing. I promise it’s nothing.” Winston rolled onto his back so he could look up at Lucky.

From the way he was boring holes into Winston’s skull, Winston knew he had to give Lucky something or he’d keep pressing and picking.

“I missed this, that’s all.” A shred of the truth was better than an elaborate lie.

Winston sucked at lying. Partly because he hated being lied to, but also because he had a terrible memory, and it was easy to catch liars if you had a better one.

“Winnie…” Lucky leaned down and hid his face against Winston’s skin, his hot breath washing against him.

They’d had this conversation, and they’d had it to death.

Lucky was only a top about twenty-five percent of the time.

Winston was a bottom one-hundred percent of the time.

He’d tried to top once, early on, but it had been a miserable experience for them both.

They’d tried to make it work after that, but Winston never shook the look on Lucky’s face when Winston had failed at the one thing Lucky had ever asked of him.

And that wasn’t fair either. Because Lucky hadn’t asked. Winston had tangled himself up in the fact that Lucky liked to bottom almost as much as Winston. He’d been desperate to prove to Lucky that he could fill that need, and he’d failed utterly.

“Winnie, you think too loud.” Lucky kissed Winston’s skin. “Let me make you feel good.”

His hand skimmed down Winston’s body. He wanted to be altruistic and noble and refuse Lucky’s advances, but he was young and weak and horny as hell.

“Lucky, you…”

“Don’t worry about me. Let me do this, Winnie. Please.”

“We shouldn’t. We shouldn’t have last night either.” Winston protested with his mouth, but his legs spread themselves shamelessly when Lucky’s hand found its way between them.

“Let us have this.” Lucky breathed the words against Winston’s skin. He sounded tragic and tortured, and Winston hated that he was responsible for that.

“Let us enjoy this,” Lucky said as he slid between Winston’s legs and kissed his way down his body.

Winston gave himself over to Lucky, to the feeling of being loved by him.

Lucky took his time with Winston, kissing his belly button, which made Winston laugh, and then licking the underside of his cock, which made him moan.

“I have to admit…” Lucky wrapped his hand around Winston’s shaft and gave it a languid tug. “Having Calvin two feet away from us is hot at hell.”

Up until that moment, Winston had forgotten about Calvin.

His body stiffened, which made Lucky laugh.

His breath ghosted over Winston’s aching cock.

Once Winston remembered that Calvin was incapable of being offended that he’d been momentarily forgotten, Winston felt better.

Besides, having Calvin there last night had added something to the dynamic between him and Lucky, and Winston found himself suddenly eager to explore that.

“Careful, Lucky, or I might think you’re only with me for my robot.” Winston reached down and combed his fingers through Lucky’s hair.

“I mean, it’s not a bad perk.” Lucky laved his tongue over Winston’s balls.

God, he was so fucking sensitive there. He spread his legs to allow Lucky more room, his foot bumping into Calvin.

“Do you want him to watch?” Winston asked, stretching his arms above his head to keep himself from grabbing Lucky by the hair and fucking his face.

Lucky took Winston’s cock into his mouth and hummed his approval.

Before Winston could put too much thought into it, he called out to Calvin.

“Calvin, wake up. Wake up and watch.” Winston kicked his leg, trying to get the covers out of the way.

Calvin sat up and took care of that for him, before leaning back, propping himself up on an elbow. He stared down at Lucky, who was doing his best to drive Winston insane with his wicked tongue.

“With pleasure,” Calvin rumbled, not taking his eyes off them.

Lucky looked up at Winston before his gaze flicked to Calvin.

Lucky pinned Winston’s hips to the bed and swallowed him down to the root.

A million fireworks went off behind Winston’s eyes, and it was all he could do not to shoot down Lucky’s throat.

He’d have bruises in the shape of Lucky’s fingers later with how hard Lucky clutched at him as his throat spasmed around Winston’s dick.

Lucky pulled back and drew in a rough breath. Winston watched his stare slowly drift to Calvin. Winston saw the glimmer of interest in Lucky’s eye the minute Calvin was brought into the house.

“Tell him what you want him to do,” Winston told Lucky.

“Get the lube, Calvin. Get the lube and stroke your dick.”

Calvin didn’t hesitate. He rolled over and grabbed the lube off the nightstand. Winston and Lucky were both enraptured watching him drizzle the lube on his cock like he’d done it a million times. He leaned back on an elbow, and Winston watched the way Calvin’s hand moved over his cock.

“Like this?” Calvin asked, dragging his hand down his cock.

“Yeah, just like that. God, look at that thing.” Lucky exhaled a slow breath.

An idea struck Winston. And maybe it wasn’t even his idea. Maybe Lucky had been trying to lead him here this whole time, or maybe he was overthinking everything. It could be a wonderful idea. Or maybe it would be a disaster.

Winston pushed himself up so he was leaned back, propped up on his elbows. “Did you want Calvin to fuck you?”

Lucky’s gaze snapped up to Winston’s, surprise and something else Winston couldn’t name glimmering up at him.

“Winston, I don’t need—”

Winston cut him off. “But do you want, Lucky? Do you want Calvin to fuck you?”

“I—” Lucky seemed torn but only for a fraction of a second before excitement took over. “Yes. Hell, yes.” Lucky scrambled up Winston’s body. He cradled the back of Winston’s head and dragged him into a kiss. All-consuming in nature, the kiss obliterated any rational thought Winston might have left.

They kept kissing as Lucky urged Winston to lay back.

He wrapped his arms around Lucky to keep him close.

Lucky’s cock pressed up against Winston’s, and he let out a groan.

This was one of Winston’s favorite things.

Above any other thing they could do, Winston loved being naked with Lucky like this.

He loved the way it felt like they were kissing with their whole bodies.

When Winston’s head started to spin, he paused for a breath. “Open him up, Calvin. One finger to start, lots of lube.”

Lucky trembled in Winston’s arms as Calvin moved in behind him. Lube squelched out of the bottle, dragging a laugh out of Winston and Lucky as Calvin went about his task with absolute seriousness.

“Your anus is extremely tight, Lucky. Do you need more lubricant?”

Lucky and Winston both paused at the same time, then Lucky leaned forward and buried his face against Winston and let out another laugh.

“You can call it a hole, Calvin. Or an ass. Or an asshole. Anus is…”

“The correct term.”

“Yeah, but it’s not sexy. Ass is sexy. Understand?”

“I understand.” Calvin’s focus returned to Lucky’s ass.

Winston watched him as he fingered Lucky with intense concentration and precision.

Lucky panted and writhed underneath him.

Every movement he made served to drive Winston crazy.

Their bodies pressed together; they touched and kissed, and Winston never wanted it to end.

“One second,” Lucky said as he pushed himself up and shifted them around so that Winston’s legs were closed and Lucky was straddling him.

He glanced around the bed until he spotted the lube.

Then he squirted some onto both their dicks.

He spread it around, slicking them both before returning to Winston.

He met Winston’s questioning look with a smirk.

“That’s better, yes?” Lucky asked as he ground against Winston, the slide of their cocks far more smooth now.

Winston threaded his fingers into Lucky’s hair and dragged him down into a kiss.

They kissed like they had all the time in the world.

It was a deep, lazy kiss, and Winston could feel everything Lucky was feeling through it.

He could tell when Calvin’s finger entered Lucky for the first time.

Lucky’s breath caught and his whole body paused for a split-second, then he went almost boneless, and their kiss grew deeper.

Lucky trembled against Winston, needy and desperate. “I’m ready.”

Winston wrapped his arms around Lucky and held him close as Calvin knelt up behind him. He put one hand on Lucky’s hip and he used the other to guide his cock to its target.

“The two of you are such sluts,” Calvin said, not taking his eyes off them. “He’s so tight.”

Winston didn’t know whether to tell Calvin to shut up or to keep talking. He hadn’t expected him to say anything, especially not anything so arousing, but between his mouth and everything Lucky was doing to him, Winston was already close to coming.

Lucky gasped against Winston’s skin. Then moaned as Calvin slowly pushed his way inside Lucky’s body.

Winston had never seen Lucky like this. Open and wanton and frenzied.

Frazzled. Lucky writhed on Calvin’s cock, fucking himself as he thrust his tongue down Winston’s throat, their dicks sliding together between them.

Winston had never seen Lucky so undone. A thin sheen of sweat had built on his skin.

Lucky’s hips started to jerk and he broke the kiss, burying his face in the crook of Winston’s neck. “Lean forward, Calvin. Put your hands on my shoulders or my back if you have to.”

“His ass feels amazing.” Calvin closed his eyes as he thrust. “So tight. So fucking good. Taking all of me.”

Calvin did as he was told, and a sound that Winston had never heard Lucky make tore out of him. It was anguish and rapture all at once. Powerful and easily the most beautiful sound Winston had ever heard.

It would be easy to feel jealous that it wasn’t his cock that made Lucky sound like that.

It would be easy to give into the niggling feelings of inadequacy that constantly plagued him.

But in that moment, the only thing Winston was capable of feeling was gratitude that he’d been allowed to share this with Lucky.

“Winnie,” Lucky kissed his way back to Winston’s mouth and practically fused their lips together with a searing kiss.

Lucky was beautiful. Breathtaking. Winston’s heart clenched in his chest, and he found himself clinging to Lucky, writhing underneath him, chasing friction and heat. Release. Overwhelmed with all the feelings whirling in him, he pulled out of the kiss.

Lucky pressed his forehead against Winston’s. He opened his eyes to find Lucky staring back at him. The world was sharp and focused. Winston could feel everything from the twitch of Lucky’s cock to the way his own heart fluttered in his chest, fragile like butterfly wings.

Lucky’s mouth fell open, and he stared at Winston like he was the best thing he’d ever seen.

Winston’s core tightened, his balls throbbed with the need to let go, and then Lucky was coming, suddenly and with a ferocity that left him breathless.

His cum flooded the space between them, and then Winston’s cock was sliding through it.

Winston crushed his lips against Lucky’s, then gasped and came, breathing the same air as Lucky. His world unraveled and fell apart, then knitted back together. Like a universe expanding and then contracting with them in the center of it.

Lucky let out a whimper, and Winston realized it was because Calvin was still fucking him. Winston looked up at Calvin. He could go all night. He’d never get tired. He’d never not be in the mood. He’d never fall short.

“You can stop now,” Winston told him. Calvin stopped moving but didn’t make an attempt to pull out of Lucky. “I’ll look after Lucky.”

Lucky hissed when Calvin pulled out, but then he went boneless on top of Winston. He buried his face in Winston’s neck and let out a deep, satisfied sigh.

Calvin stretched out next to them on the bed.

Lying on his side, he stared at Winston and Lucky, still watching.

Having Calvin there should have felt a lot weirder than it did.

And even now, his presence didn’t make Winston feel awkward.

If anything, Winston found himself wishing he could take a turn under Calvin.

He didn’t know how to voice his need, or if he should.

In that moment, he was happy to enjoy the post-orgasm bliss.

Winston waited until they’d both caught their breath before daring to speak. He needed those precious minutes to get his emotions under control.

“Are you okay, Lucky?” Winston asked.

Lucky let out another satisfied hum. “Mmhm.” His hand was suddenly in Winston’s, and he tangled their fingers together. “Never better.”