Chapter 28
Ryan
I t took me a good few minutes to get my cock down before getting that phone call, and it's been up again ever since. It's so fucking hard; I'm convinced it'll stay this way all night. When I stepped back into the living room, Matt and Ethan scowled at me.
"There the fuck you are?! Where the hell have you been? I've had to run out to the store and get the rest of the wood on my own..." Matt rattled off before his eyes dropped lower.
"The fuck is wrong with you?" Ethan asked, as I walked further into the room, my legs further apart than usual to prevent them from brushing up against the tightness of my balls.
"Fuck, Ryan, did you slip away to watch porn or something? What the hell?" Matt gestured to my pants, and Ethan's eyes grew wide.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me." Ethan waved his hand in the air. "Matt and I have been stuck with the hard labor, and you absconded to play with your dick. The fuck is wrong with you?"
"Guess he couldn't get Lily off his brain," Matt finally snickered as I scowled at him.
"Drop it. I'll clean up," I said.
"Okay. Too much information," Matt quipped.
"Not like that, jackass." I picked up a glove and threw it in his direction.
"Don't start this shit up again," Ethan glowered. "If one of you breaks another thing, I ain't cleaning up after you," he hissed. "Sometimes I feel like I'm the older one in this group." He stared pointedly at Matt.
"Hey, I'm not the one who can't control my urges." Matt threw my way as I picked up a broom. I ignored him. "At least go and take care of it; it looks painful."
"Sounds like you're offering," I responded, wondering if anyone but Lily could ease this ache.
"Hell no. I'm not going back there." He turned away.
"Good, because I wasn't asking." I grinned, happy he'd dropped it.
"Matt's right though. You should probably do something about that. It's weird you just having it there like that, all casual." Ethan picked it up. Not my dick, obviously.
"Oh, will you guys just hop off my cock!" I grunted.
"Yeah, so Lily can hop on?" Ethan responded with a grin as Matt guffawed.
"Don't call her name." I shut my eyes against the images in my head.
"What the hell is the matter with you?" Ethan turned around to look at me as if challenging me to tell him whose name he could or couldn't say.
"It's just... you're not helping, okay?" I snapped.
"So, it is about Lily?" Ethan pressed. "I mean, I know we're all jealous of Eric, but I'm not walking around with wood in my pants."
Gripping the broomstick, I almost broke it. "You would if you just walked in on what I did."
Both men stopped sealing the wall to turn to me.
"You caught them fucking?!" Matt gasped.
"No fucking way!" Ethan whispered aloud.
"That's not all. Oh, shit. The food." I ran to the kitchen to search through the fridge for Mrs. Thornbread's dinner. Pulling out a Tupperware container labeled dinner, I popped it in the microwave.
"What food? You can't just drop something like that and rush off to heat up food. What the hell is that?" Matt asked.
They almost followed me into the kitchen, speaking to me through the window between the kitchen and the living room.
"Food for Lily's mom." I washed my hands and settled it on a tray, before carrying it into her room. They followed me there, both helping to sit Mrs. Thornbread up, whose eyes flew open like a mummy in a horror film.
"What do you mean, that's not all?" Matt whispered.
"Not here," Ethan whispered back. "Go clean up the living room before Lily comes back in."
"How about you don't tell me what to do?" Matt frowned at Ethan. "Besides, I need to know what you mean by that's..." He's about to repeat himself, but I stopped him, bringing my voice as low as I could and huddling them into me.
"Eric called me about preparing food for Lily's mom... while he was fucking her," I groaned. "Then he handed her the phone so she could talk to me but fuck, it was so hot. All she did was moan in my ear and shit, I wanted to be in there and in her so bad." I gulped, clutching their shoulders and steeling myself before pulling away. "Hey, Mrs. Thornbread? You hungry?" I asked, sitting in front of her.
To be fair, I didn't know how Lily did this. Mrs. Thornbread's mouth stayed shut no matter what I did. Even my stomach growled in temptation for the soup. How she's not hungry, I didn't understand.
"You know, I can see where Lily gets her looks," I said, hoping a compliment would help loosen her up. When my grandmother eventually got Alzheimer's, my mother had to figure out different ways of making her do anything, including eating whenever she was under the assumption that my mother was trying to poison her and would refuse. I knew this wasn't the same thing, but it's worth a try, and everybody loves a compliment.
"You're beautiful. I'd love to photograph you one day. That's what I do, you know? I capture art in photos. I'd love to capture you. You know, one day when you're ready." I'm rambling when I noticed her lips part after a half hour of talking. Taking advantage of the opportunity, I spooned some soup into her mouth and waited. It went down. Filled with warmth, knowing that she trusted me enough to eat from me, I fought away thoughts of how good of a team Lily and I would make, caring for her mother. My mother passed away a few years ago, so there's a certain fulfillment that comes with being here.
Her mother managed half of the small to medium-sized container before shutting her mouth and refusing to eat anymore. Satisfied that she's at least gotten some nutrients, I left the room. I must have left these guys for close to an hour now, but they've both got hard-ons. Mine, thankfully, had deflated to a semi. It's not as stiff or aching anymore, so I could laugh at them as I carried the stuff to the sink. They've completed the wall, and Matt's clearing up the mess in the house.
"What?" he said, catching me smirking at him. "That story you told us of Lily was hot as hell. I can't help it if my body reacts."
"She's so fucking sexy," Ethan agreed, groaning.
Someone cleared their throat at the front door, and we all looked to see that it's Eric and Lily. They're looking at all of us without a word. They heard us for sure.
"Uh... Hey, guys." Ethan waved. I mean, he actually held his hand up and waved. I couldn't make this up. He's so fucking awkward, I almost laughed. Searching Eric's eyes to gauge where he's at after overhearing us, he didn't give anything away.
Lily's brows creased as she ran her eyes over Ethan's still-shirtless body, her skin reddening even more as she did. "What have you guys been doing?" She cleared the rasp from her throat, looking between Ethan and Matt's messy hands.
"So, I know we overstepped, but in case you get mad, this was Ryan's idea. If you're not mad, and you like it, then it was our idea." Matt smiled at her as if he didn't have a bulge in his pants and wasn't just overheard talking about how hot Lily is.
Lily rushed past us, her face scrunched in concern. She paused in the entrance of the living room, in complete silence. My pulse throbbed in my ears. This was an impulsive decision. She's going to hate it. It didn't matter what state her house was in; you don't just make changes to someone's house without their permission.
I fixed my mouth to apologize, and a tear rolled down her cheek. Eric rushed to her side. I had to stop myself from doing the same. Ethan and Matt looked at me with their hearts in their mouths.
"Where's the couch?" she asked.
Taking a deep breath, I decided to own up to my mistakes. "It was old and stained, and you told me about how your mother would be triggered, so I thought I was doing a good thing, but I know now that I shouldn't have assumed..."
"We got a truck to take it away. I've ordered a new one," Matt said, cutting in and clearing things up for her.
Her eyes widened.
"I'm sorry," I whispered.
"You guys redid the walls?" She walked toward it and stopped to run her fingers across the new build.
"Are you okay?" Eric stroked her back, and more tears fell.
"I'm sorry, man, I didn't mean to..." Ethan started, but Lily shook her already messy hair with grass poking through it, reminding me of how she looked up at me from the ground earlier.
"Thank you," she gasped. Her shoulders shook as a waterfall rushed from her eyes. My body shuddered, crumbling at the sight of her tears. Eric held her against him and needing to offer my own sort of consolation, I reached out and squeezed her shoulder, my body shooting off in fireworks at this much closeness. I couldn't imagine how it would react at deeper contact.
Ethan cleared his throat, the area beneath his eyes inflamed, his irises glistening. "It's our pleasure. We didn't get to do the rest of the walls, yet..." he grunted, his hands on his hips, his biceps bulging with the pressure to keep them there when I'm sure he wanted to hold her too.
"Sure thing, Lily. You deserve it." Matt patted her back before making eye contact with Eric and removing his hand. I did the same. All three of us stood there, and I'm grateful to not be as pale as they are, or they'd see how hard I'm blushing. A bigger problem arose in my pants, imagining what would happen if we all pulled her into a hug, each one sampling her lips and being swept away in the wave of desire. Probably get punched in the face by Eric, that's what.
"So, uh. I'll leave you guys to it." I pulled away. "I left some dishes in the sink. Eric, you can get that, can't you?" I asked, the bitterness in my tone hard to hide.
He got to experience Lily in the most amazing way, while leaving us to do all the heavy lifting. I knew that's the whole reason we came over here in the first place, to help out so they could go on their date, but fuck, I wished I were in his shoes.
Slipping through the door with their eyes on me, I hurried to the comfort and privacy of my car, finally able now to drive somewhere quiet, whip out my dick in the darkness of the night, and groan Lily's name over the sound of pounding music, with the image of her tightening my grip and pulling me into a sweet release.
Shuddering and creaming over my hand, my chest clenched as the tremors of pleasure faded, and I'm left with the memory that I'm in my car, alone with my hand, when Eric might spend the night in her bed. Slamming my hands down on the car wheel, I drove off into the night, unable to face any of the guys tonight.