Chapter 19
Vince
As soon as I see Leland sink into subspace I lay the whip down, uncuff his ankles and then his wrists.
His body is like a limp noodle when I undo his wrists, so I scoop him up in my arms and carry him back to the bedroom.
Zac is waiting in the hallway when I turn the corner.
I jerk my head for him to follow me and lay Leland on his stomach on the bed.
Zac grabs a tissue to clean up his face as I grab the soothing lotion for the marks from the whip.
My hands are shaking as I pour some into my palm and Zac grabs my arm. I look up at him and he smiles.
“You did good, Vince.”
I warm the lotion up on my hands and sit beside Leland’s hip. He sighs when I start massaging it in and makes little contented noises in the back of his throat. He has no idea what’s going on around him, just that he’s in a happy place.
“I think that’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do,” I whisper, my voice thick.
“The past twenty four hours have been rough, especially for Leland.” Zac runs his fingers through Leland’s hair, and Leland snuggles closer to Zac’s thigh. “You did what was right for him. It’s what you always do. Don’t start second guessing yourself now.”
I finish rubbing the lotion on Leland’s thighs and go to the bathroom to wash my hands.
On the way back, I grab a pair of boxers and Zac’s massive hoodie that Leland has claimed as his own.
Zac laughs softly when he sees it in my hand.
Between the two of us, we get him dressed and climb into bed with him.
I pull Leland to lay on top of me and he wiggles around until his ear is on my heart.
Zac curls into my side with his head on my shoulder, rubbing Leland’s back.
“Thank you, love,” I say to Zac, kissing the top of his head. I might be the one who can break into your deepest thoughts, but Zac is the one who is always there to remind me that I didn’t go too far.
We stay like that for almost an hour before Leland starts to stir. He rubs his face against my shirt and tightens his limbs around me. “Hey, Daddy.” Leland’s voice is soft but steady.
“Welcome back, baby doll.”
“I feel so…floaty.” The way he describes it makes me chuckle softly.
“That’s the aftermath of subspace for some people.”
Leland sighs and moves up so his face is pressed in my neck. “I like it here.” Leland’s stomach growls loudly and he giggles. “I’m hungry.”
“I’ll go warm the food back up,” Zac says, kissing Leland loudly on the cheek. Zac bounces from the bed and I listen to him moving around in the kitchen.
“How are you feeling?”
Leland is quiet for so long that I think he fell asleep.
Then he presses his face closer to my neck and inhales.
“I felt like this…release in there. Like some invisible strings were cut holding me to my past.” I can’t describe the relief that fills my chest at his statement.
“At first, I was mad at you for making me say things I didn’t believe.
But once I repeated them a few times, I realized I do believe them. I was just a fucking kid, Vince.”
“And your feelings about everything are still valid,” I remind him. “Just because you understand that you were just a kid doesn’t mean you can’t still have feelings about it. It doesn’t mean you can’t be angry or afraid.”
Leland sits up and braces his arms on my chest. His eyes are so clear that they take my breath away. “I love you. So much.”
Never in my goddamn life have I ever heard three sweeter fucking words. I crush Leland to my chest, and he grunts on impact but holds on just as tight. “I love you too, baby doll.”
Zac comes back into the room, tray with food in hand. He sits beside us and Leland takes the tray from him to set it on the bed. He moves into Zac’s lap and pecks his lips. “I love you.”
Zac sucks in a breath and grabs Leland’s face. “I love you too, pretty princess.”
Leland melts into Zac’s chest and we just take a moment to soak in all the feelings.
When Leland’s stomach growls again, I pull the tray onto my lap and we take turns feeding each other.
We laugh, we talk, and we joke. Mostly Zac and Leland giving me shit, and I pretend to be mad even though this is the happiest I’ve ever been.
This is what life is meant to be about. Being there for each other for every up and every down.
It’s where I plan to be for the rest of my life.
* * *
It’s been three weeks since that fateful day, and Leland kept his word about going to therapy.
He’s going twice a week as of right now because as he put it he has “a lot of baggage to unpack”.
We’ve had a couple more whipping sessions after he meets with the therapist to give him some relief, but it helps his mind clear even more so he can think.
The only downside, which isn’t even really a downside, is this sudden clarity has made Leland act like a kid on too much caffeine.
Him and Zac are constantly picking at each other, picking at me or wrestling around.
One night it was so bad that I had to tie them up in the playroom.
Both were hard and panting by the time I got done edging the fuck out them.
When I finally let them come, they collapsed in the bed, passed out by eight p.m. and I got to finally work on some cases.
“Baby,” Zac sings, coming into our office and shutting the door behind him. I look up from my computer with a raised brow. Zac grins, saunters over to the desk, pushes my chair back and straddles my lap. “So Leland is gone with Claire for lunch, so we’re all alone here for a bit.”
“Okay?” I know what game he’s playing when he grinds his ass against me. “Do you need something, love?”
“I really need to suck your dick.”
“I have work to do.”
“Baby,” Zac playfully whines, grinding even harder against my rapidly growing cock. It doesn’t take much to get me hard when Zac is around, but him rubbing that tight ass on it will do it every time. “I can literally taste it just thinking about it.”
Zac puts his hand on his shirt and starts slowly unbuttoning it.
He spreads it open and starts playing with his nipples.
“Zac,” I warn when his hands start kneading my pecs.
I let him play for a minute before I suddenly stand.
I shove the stuff back on my desk, ignoring the shit clattering on the floor and lay him on it.
His eyes are wide and his breathing is rough.
“You know what I need?” I ask, my voice rough.
Zac shakes his head. “I need to fill this tight ass with my cum and let it drip from you the rest of the day. But you’ll get no relief, because I’ll leave you hard and wanting all day. ”
“Do I get to suck it before you fuck me with it?” Fucking brat.
“No, because that’s what you need. I don’t care about what you need right now.”
Zac’s mouth drops open, offended. “How is that fair?”
I reach behind me and pull Zac’s shoe off, then the other.
Socks go next, and then my hands are on his sinfully tight dress pants.
I push the button loose and slowly slide the zipper down, making sure my fingers brush his cock in the process.
“Because I need to remind you that you aren’t the boss here.
” I pull his pants down and practically rip them from his legs.
“Spread your thighs.” Zac moves his legs and braces his heels on the desk.
His thighs are obscenely wide and I can see the way his ass puckers, just waiting for me to do something.
I run fingers down the crease of his thighs, making his dick twitch.
“Look at you, all spread out on my desk like a whore.” Zac’s cock lifts from his stomach, leaving a string of precum behind it.
“Is that what you want, love? You want me to fuck you like a whore?”
“Yes, baby,” Zac moans when I start rolling his balls in my hands.
I hit do not disturb on the work phone, jerk my desk drawer open and grab the lube that I stashed there.
I’ve had Zac bent over this desk many times, so we have it stashed everywhere.
I squirt some on my fingers and without preamble shove two into Zac’s ass.
His back bows and his deep moan echoes around the office.
When his back settles I tilt my head to the side, observing him.
Cheeks flushed, chest heaving and then it hits me. “Have I been neglecting you, love?”
Zac shakes his head and massages my forearms. “No. Your attention is where it should have been. I just need you so bad right now.”
“How do you need it, love?” I ask, massaging his prostate.
“Hard and fast. I want to feel you for the rest of the day. No more stretching. Please. Just fuck me.”
I usually like Zac needy and begging, but right now I feel like an asshole.
I’m the reason he’s needy and begging because I haven’t been giving him what he needs.
Yes, he fucks Leland and we play. But I forgot somewhere along the line that Zac needs me too, and that starts right now.
I pull my fingers free, quickly get my pants down around my ass and my cock out.
I lube my cock up, notch it at Zac’s asshole and push.
He hisses through the burn until I’m settled fully inside him.
I don’t give him time to adjust, I grab his hips and start slamming into him.
Zac’s eyes roll back in his head and his thighs open wider to accommodate my hips. “Yes, yes, fuck yes.”
“Is this what you needed, love? Being split open while we should be working?”
“I just needed you,” Zac gasps when I nail him with a hard thrust.
“Such a good boy for me,” I purr, making his lashes flutter. The way Zac can switch between Dominant and submissive has always been amazing to me. It puts me in awe of him.
“Such a good boy for you,” Zac repeats.