Chapter 26
ALEC
“How are you feeling?”
It had been about the thousandth time either of them had asked me that since having my treatment a few days prior.
“Pretty good,” I replied. “I did some jumping jacks while you both used the showers, and while it got the blood pumping, it didn’t make my heart race or cause me to get lightheaded.”
I hoped that answer would get these two to stop treating me like a piece of glass.
The first morning I’d woken up with them on the floor of the living room, I’d found myself rolled over with my head wedged up under Kit’s arm, with my own arm flung around his waist. I’d been a little embarrassed at first, until I noticed that not only was Carl’s head actually on Kit’s chest, but he’d drooled a bit on him.
Bonus: Kit had looked mildly amused by that, while Carl turned as red as one of the tomatoes my mother grew outside the back door.
After that, I’d felt less self conscious about the bedtime cuddling, but other than a few sweet kisses which I initiated, they’d not made a move on me.
Now that I’d had my treatment and my blood pressure wasn’t going crazy if I exerted myself, I was determined to change that.
I was a twenty-three year old guy with a healthy libido and two of the hottest guys in the galaxy sleeping in my bed.
Now that we had a big bed, that is, and weren’t still in separate sleeping bags on the floor, as fun as that had been.
It had been nearly two weeks now, and I was pretty sure that faint scale pattern starting to show on Kit’s arms meant he was ready to go, too.
We’d hung out nearly 24/7 and had the rest of our lives to get to know each other even better, and right now, I figured the next step to growing our intimacy was to, as my mama would have delicately put it, actually get intimate with one another.
It was hands down the best way to learn each other’s likes and dislikes in bed, too, I reckoned.
“That’s awesome! Sounds like you’ll ace your check up in two week’s time, then.”
“Yup,” I replied, popping the ‘p’. “And you know how I feel right now?” I asked, sidling over to where Kit was sitting on the dark green sofa that Carl had contributed.
The other sofa was a dark blue, and just yesterday, we’d finally gotten Kit to agree that they did not go well together, and since Carl’s was a vintage one, that we should hunt for a similar one that would coordinate, or a couple of armchairs that would.
“Hungry?” Kit asked me. “You didn’t eat much for breakfast.”
“Yup, I’m definitely hungry for something, but it’s not food.” I plopped down into his lap and wound my arms around his neck. “And all I usually have is a bowl of cereal or a Pop Tart or something.”
He swallowed and blinked, and my mouth fell open. Not only was he stiffening in his pants as evidenced by the growing hardness I felt under me, but his eyes had just changed shape.
“Whoa…your eyes!”
Carl was next to me in a flash, peering to see. “Hello, kitty cat eyes!”
“More like a dragon’s, with those scales he is starting to show.”
Kit growled, thrusting his hips and grinding against my butt. “I’m not a little kitty cat.”
“I was thinking more like a tiger,” Carl replied, “but yeah, with those sexy scales, definitely more dragon.”
“Not a Dragonii!”
“No, we know you’re all Mylos,” I reassured him, pressing my lips to his.
Upon contact, it was as if a switch had been flipped as Kit responded tentatively at first, then with a sudden growl, attacked my mouth as one hand came up to cradle the back of my head and his other banded around me, as if to pin me in place.
This was no longer a sweet kiss. I’d hoped for some passion, and he was delivering, devouring my mouth as if he were a starving man and only my kiss could satisfy his hunger.
When he released me, we were both panting for air.
He looked at me, and I saw he was pulling back.
“Sorry, I…”
“Should have kept going,” I finished for him. “I can feel you’re as hard as I am, and the scales on your face are now a lovely shade of bronze.”
“By all means, don’t stop, and is there room for another passenger on this train?”
We both turned to look at Carl, who was still standing by the end of the sofa, fanning himself with one hand.
“What? That was seriously fucking hot. Look at me, I’m so hard, I’m about to bust my zipper. I’m going to have imprints from the zipper teeth for a week, I tell you.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Kit informed him, as I bit my lower lip trying not to laugh at Carl’s antics.
“Maybe so, but I’m also damned horny, have been for quite a long time, and you two just put on quite the show. So are we doing this or not? If so, I say we move this to the bedroom.”
I’d had sex with a single partner only before, but these were my mates, and his suggestion felt right.
If we took this first time with each other together, there’d be no lingering thoughts of did Kit want me first as I was newer and younger, or if the two of them did it first as they were so much closer than I was, or anything like that which could color our relationship with doubts later, no matter how unfounded they might be.
Decision made, I hopped up from Kit’s lap and pulled my shirt off over my head, then grabbed Kit’s hand, tugging him so he had no choice but to outright refuse us or get up and come along.
He chose wisely, following along as I used my free hand to tug off my pants.
Thankfully, I’d chosen to wear elastic waist combats today, so it was a much easier task than it could have been.
Kit dropped my hand as we reached our bedroom, making quick work of getting rid of his own clothing.
My underwear now off and discarded somewhere in the corner of the room, I stroked my length in appreciation of what I was seeing.
He truly was a mouthwatering piece of living art.
All sculpted muscle, with warm, tanned flesh accented with those bronze scales.
They started at his temples and flowed down along his jaw, down the side columns of his neck, and spread across his shoulders.
From there, they went down his arms, and down his sides to his legs, all the way to his ankles.
More kissed the sides and bottoms of his pecs, and a smaller number of them formed a treasure trail down his abdomen.
The real prize, though, was his cock- long, thick, and lightly scaled for our pleasure.
I shivered, thinking how that would feel rubbing against my insides.
I wanted that very much, and to feel them against my tongue as I sucked him off.
Carl came in behind him, equally nude. He was equally beautiful, albeit in a different way.
Slim, with firm, lean muscles. His chest had a light dusting of reddish blond hair, with more matching fine hair circling his nipples.
His cock was long, thinner, and curved slightly to the left, and was currently a ruddy pink that darkened to an angry purplish color at the head.
I crawled onto the bed, want clawing at my insides and make me feel even bolder than before.
“I see both your dicks are happy to see me.” I gestured at their bobbing members. “Well, come and get it.” I lay back on the pillows, arms wide, knees bent, thighs open in invitation.
Kit stalked forward, coming onto the bed so that he was upright on his knees.
“You’re going to need this,” Carl said, reaching into the bedside drawer to produce a bottle of lube. ”You take his ass first, while I take his mouth.”
Kit’s nostrils flared, his hand reaching out to accept the lube, which he placed on the bed, his eyes remaining fixed on my exposed hole. Without another word, he grasped my ankles and pulled them up, tilting my pelvis for better access.
“Come on,” I goaded.