Chapter Twelve #2
“Then I think,” Dale said, moving toward the end of the bed, erect cock bobbing with each step he took. “Ty deserves a reward.”
Oren watched as Dale stepped up behind Ty, and he had no idea where the tube of lube had come from, but he made use of it, warned Ty that it was a little cool, and then all Oren could see was his shoulders flexing, and Ty shivering in front of him.
From the way his face filled with heat, and how the skilled moves the man made on his dick went from synchronized to frantic, whatever Dale was doing, Ty was enjoying the hell out of it.
“Now,” Dale’s voice was deeper and more breathless than normal. “I’m going to fuck Ty while he continues to pleasure you, Oren.” He watched as Dale lifted Ty’s hips a little higher. “Ty, you will not let Oren come until I have, you understand.”
Ty looked up at him and grinned, “Copy that.” And there was no missing the tone of challenge in his voice.
Dale pressed into him, a move he could see as Dale’s hips began to roll against Ty, but even if he hadn’t seen that, the way Ty tensed and growled against him in pleasure would have told him so.
Oren’s hips thrust forward as the vibrations of that sound rocked him, driving shards of pleasure through his body. “Goddamn it!” Ty was too fucking good at keeping him hovering on the edge.
The next stretch of time could have been minutes or it could have been hours. Hard to tell, but however long it was, it was certainly intense.
Oren felt like he was feverish, sweat pouring from his body as he hovered on the brink of orgasm.
“Dale, please!” Oren heard the plea in his own tone.
“Fuck! Ty, take him over,” Dale gasped through gritted teeth, and his hips slammed forward.
Oren could feel the strength of that thrust through Ty, and then he lost all thought as he flew.
Coming harder than he ever had before, every muscle in his body tightened, and he cried out his pleasure to the room, vaguely hearing Dale roaring his own completion moments after his.
Breathing heavily, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest, Oren slowly became aware of his surroundings.
Ty was still crouched at the foot of the bed, and Oren could feel the tremors that shivered through his body, with Dale collapsed over the top of him.
After a few moments of heavy breathing for all of them, Dale pushed himself to stand with a groan, one that Ty echoed as Dale stepped back.
“Christ, Ty,” Dale’s voice sounded harsh.
Oren watched as Dale grabbed a towel that was lying on the bed, and used it on Ty, then he moved to help Ty to his feet.
Oren watched as the two of them kissed, softly, then deeply, and what followed was a brief show of dominance between the two before Ty acquiesced and let Dale take control of the kiss.
Dale pulled back and reached for Ty’s swollen cock. “This looks painful.”
Ty leaned his forehead against Dale’s. “You have no fucking idea.”
Dale kissed him one more time, leaned over to grab the tube that lay on the bed and handed it to Ty. “Then, let me get comfortable, use this, and fuck me like you need to.”
Oren’s cock, the one he figured a moment ago would not be rising to life any time soon, twitched against his stomach at the thought of it.
It took a few minutes for Dale to arrange the scene to his liking.
In a short amount of time, Oren found himself propped higher on the bed, leaning back against the headboard, another couple of pillows lending him more height, then Dale stretched out on top of him, wrapping his arms around Oren’s stomach, and resting his head against his chest.
“I have a feeling,” Dale said as he lifted a hand to cup Oren’s cheek, “that our lover is going to need this to be hard and fast.”
“Fucking affirmative,” Ty practically growled as he made use of the lube, then straddled Dale’s thighs as he lubed his angry looking swollen cock. “You made it so that I was the toy in the middle between you two providing the pleasure. Now, you get to lie there and take it from me.”
Dale looked at him over his shoulder. “You complainin’?”
Ty shot them both a grin. “Fuck, no! Just pointing it out.”
Oren laughed softly and gently used Dale’s chin to tug his handsome face back toward him. “And no doubt laying the groundwork for an excuse when he comes super fast.”
“Bastard,” Ty growled, as he moved into position, then flexed his hips, pressing forward.
Dale tensed around him, and Oren reached around to stroke his back. “Just hang on to me lover, I’ve got you.”
Dale and Ty groaned together as Ty moved forward.
“Fuck, you’ve got me, Dale, every fucking inch,” Ty muttered.
Dale huffed a tense sound. “Thank fuck for that. If there was more, I might have had to bite you.”
“You can do that anytime,” Ty said as he started to move.
Oren loved watching the two of them together, it was hot as fuck for sure, but there was also no missing the intense emotion that swelled between the two men.
“I love you,” Oren said, looking first at Ty, then down at the man he cradled against his chest. “Both of you.”
Dale pressed a kiss to his chest. “Me, too, baby. I love you and Ty so fucking much.”
Ty groaned. “Fuck me—love you—fucking you—damn it, so much!”
Oren grinned at Ty’s growling declaration of love, then tightened his arms around Dale as the two of them continued to move together, as Ty’s rhythm faltered.
Oren watched as Ty crested, and Dale groaned, no doubt at the feel of Ty slamming home inside him, arching tight against him, and growling his name to the room once more. Moments later Ty collapsed against Dale, who relaxed into Oren. The only sound in the room was Ty’s harsh breathing.
“Fuck,” Ty moaned against Dale’s back.
“We just did,” Dale answered.
“Round two ... later,” Oren said, voice soft. “I’m penciling it in.”
They cleaned up, then got comfortable, curling into each other, and slept like men who’d earned it. Outside, the ridge was quiet. Inside, they had each other.