Come, Come, Come and Let Me Out
With his hair windblown and his shirt half unbuttoned, Finn flings his briefcase to the floor, and his blazer follows.
He’s a sight to behold, red-faced from the cold, or from his mad dash from the Land Rover, or from the texts he’d had to endure all evening; it doesn’t matter.
Nix was balanced on the edge, and seeing his alpha so uncharacteristically… intense makes Nix’s wolf purr.
Gideon groans from his spot on Nix’s chest. He’d managed to get a piercing with his tongue and was tormenting the ring and Nix’s nipple. It made his cock ache. He wanted to come. Could feel Gideon’s come hot inside him, but now he had a new goal. He wanted Finn’s, too.
“Just in time, puppy. Genie just gave me a wish.”
“Fucking hell. I was driving. You’re both terrible teases.” And boy, did he love it. Hard and aching where anyone could see through the car’s window, riding the knife’s edge of keen arousal with red cheeks and heavy breaths fogging the windshield.
“Poor puppy. I had my turn, though I think Genie would give you a wish or two, too?”
“Finn,” Nix moans, settling back into his subspace where his hard cock and clenching hole feel like a magic all their own. Finn can read his mind; he’ll make him come.
“Nix, you want me to fuck you?” Finn growls and shucks his button-down and khakis in the blink of an eye. Gideon sits up, and he kisses Nix’s forehead and then his lips, licking in and sucking on his tongue.
“Want to come,” he begs, still aching deep in his belly.
“Not yet, though…” Finn mutters to himself. “Wanna see you—look for myself.” He runs his finger inside the bralette, tracing the steps of Gideon’s photos. Down over Nix’s quivering belly, to the tiny waist chain and rings around Nix’s dick. “So much better in person.”
“Finn, please.”
Finn is done talking, though, like he has turned inwards to that place in his mind; and if that’s where he is, then that’s where Nix will reach him. Fuck me. Fuck me. Please. I need you. I’m empty. Fill me up. He sends the messages along their mind connection.
Finn meets his eyes, and he smiles. It’s still a miracle.
Gideon must realize what they’re up to, because he groans, “Alright, you two, there are three people in this bed.” He’s joking, but he’s not wrong; it’s sort of rude.
“Sorry, Master.”
Finn jerks and whines at the words. “He calls you Master? Fucking fuck. That’s hot.”
Gideon chuckles with no small amount of gloat. “It is so. Might have to be a thing.”
Nix thinks so, too. “Master fucked Genie so well. But I didn’t come, Finn,” he whines, attempting to sound pathetic and needy, which he totally is.
“I’d never leave you hanging, Nix,” Finn teases. “Can’t even give a guy a reach around, Gideon. Shameful.”
Gideon bares his fangs at the slight. No doubt because Gideon has never left anyone unsatisfied. Ever.
Finn knee-walks closer, so Nix can feel his skin. “Is there anything I should know?” he asks. He’s holding his very, very nice cock in hand, not moving it or giving himself any relief, just poised at Nix’s entrance.
Belly tight and thighs aching, Nix recognizes Gideon’s proud smirk. That Finn recognizes this is Gideon’s scene, and that he’s a tool to be used to satisfy Nix.
“Fuck our pretty Genie hard, puppy. I want to hear him.”
It’s a relief when Finn’s cock breaches Nix’s hole in one long glide, all the way in, until his pelvis is pressed right up against his ass. Full again after Gideon had pulled out, the tops of Finn’s thighs slippery against Nix’s ass cheeks.
Leaning forward, he kisses Nix’s mouth while Gideon holds Nix’s hands down on the bed.
He starts fucking into him in earnest: long, slow slides out and sharp, hard thrusts in.
It’s mesmerizing. He loves this rhythm and begins to hold his breath on the outward pulls and then takes sharp gasping breaths, as if Finn is punching the air from his lungs.
It’s euphoric. He wants to let go and enjoy the sensation, but he can’t do it himself.
“Help,” he begs.
Gideon frowns for a moment before he finally gets it. “You want Finn to choke you?”
Breath play is no joke. When Nix had wanted to try, Gideon, Finn, and Jamie had spoken about it long and hard before he’d been allowed to try it.
When he came so hard he’d blacked out, the three men had been in a state of panic.
But it had been one of the best orgasms he could remember, and he wanted it added to his list. Not every time, because he has great orgasms without them, but sometimes, he just needs it.
They’d agreed, as long as Finn was always on hand to supervise.
Nix is caught up in his own rhythm of holding his breath, struggling for that same high as he snaps three times.
“Are you sure, Nix?” Finn asks, but he’s already sliding his long-fingered hand up the center of Nix’s chest, his other braced on the bed.
Three more snaps, and Finn is applying pressure to the blood vessels on each side of Nix’s throat, constricting the oxygen to his brain in the safest way possible.
There’s a surge of all those good brain chemicals, and it catapults him toward his orgasm.
Nix can’t spare a thought for how he looks, with his head back and his mouth open, drool slipping from the corners of his mouth.
Finn eases off for several gasping breaths before he applies that magical pressure again. This time, his Master whispers in his ear what he’s been wanting from the minute he woke up this morning: “Come for us, Kitten.”
He rides the euphoria over the edge. Finn follows him with a shout, and his knot wedges past Nix’s clenching rim. The pleasure burns him from the inside out, with light searing every cell in his body. He follows the magic, and the world fades out.
“Nix, you have to wake up. You’re scaring Gideon,” Finn cajoles, when it’s he who sounds concerned.
Gideon squawks, and there’s a scuffle, which pulls on the knot still wedged in his ass.
“Ow,” Nix moans, clenching hard to hold it in place. He was out for the good part. That won’t do at all.
“Ow. Ow,” Finn whines. “Not so hard. Sensitive.”
“Then be still. I’m enjoying my afterglow.”
There’s a low chuckle from beside him as a straw is pushed between his lips. “Drink.”
“Why do you never give me juice?” Finn whines, and there’s a splatter of apple juice on Nix’s face. When Nix opens his eyes, Finn has a wet face.
“You can’t say I don’t give you juice now.”
Finn frowns, looking at Nix, expectant of a shared sense of long-suffering patience. Frankly, Nix feels it for both of them.
“Why is he like this? Is he not getting enough hugs?” Nix hears the old joke in his mind and knows Finn has changed it from Were you not hugged enough as a child? Because no, Gideon had not been hugged enough as a child, but Finn would never hurt his mate on purpose.
“I get enough hugs, thank you very much. In fact, I’d like one right now.”
Gideon scooches down so he can put his head on Nix’s chest. They must have released Nix’s wrists from the tie when he was out, so Nix could drop his arm down around Gideon’s shoulder. Finn’s knot finally deflates, and he falls to Nix’s other side so he can cuddle him with his other arm.
“This looks really good, Nix,” Finn says, waving a hand at the chandelier, the pillows, the lingering fog.
Gideon scoffs. “Figures our genius thinks literature instead of late-night TV.”
Finn squints. “Wait. This is the show you make us watch, isn’t it?”
Nix grins. “Mmhmm.”
“So you’re Jeannie?” Finn turns to Gideon. “So that makes you…Major Nelson?”
“Obviously,” Gideon says, smug.
Finn looks between them. “Then who the hell am I?”
“Oh, you’re not the goofy sidekick,” Nix says, all mock-seriousness. “I’d never do you like that.”
Finn raises a brow. “Then who?”
Nix’s smile turns wicked. “You’re always the brightest one in the room, so that makes you’re—”
Finn blinks. Then flushes.
Then he groans, just as Nix says “—the lamp.”