Chapter Eighteen
“NAMES WOULD be nice,” Jamie gasped. “You know, before you drive all the air from my lungs.” Not that he was complaining. Every cell in his body felt as though it was vibrating, and the feel of their hands on him amplified the reaction.
The guy with the shaved buzz cut hoisted Jamie into his arms, his huge hands supporting Jamie’s ass. “Get the door, B.”
“Hello would be good too,” Jamie called out as the younger guy led the way along the hallway to a door. “You know, instead of coming across as full-on Neanderthals?” His heart pounded, and his breathing was ragged.
And damn it, his boner would not quit.
“We can talk in here,” the older guy said as the other pushed open the door.
Jamie had a feeling they were going to do more than talk, and his hole clenched at the thought.
The guy lowered Jamie to the ground, then leaned in and nuzzled his neck. “Fuck, you smell good. Like apple pie and curry, rolled into one.”
The younger man was at Jamie’s back in a heartbeat, inhaling deeply. “No, he’s more like a cinnamon roll. All sugary and warm spiciness.”
“You both sound as if you’re about to eat me,” Jamie quipped.
The older guy’s eyes gleamed. “Well, I know where I wanna start.”
Despite his eagerness to have at least one of them plowing him, there was something much more important to address first.
Mates?
One way to find out.
Jamie took a deep breath. Whoa there. Slow the fuck down, okay?
They both froze, and there it was, the confirmation Jamie needed.
You really are my mates, aren’t you? Because you can hear this.
Buzz Cut Guy gaped at him. “How the fuck did you do that?”
Jamie rolled his eyes. “I just told you. Mates can do this. I know, it messes with your head. The first time I heard about it, I didn’t believe it, but—”
He pressed two fingers to Jamie’s lips. “Let’s start again, what do you say?”
Jamie grinned. “Works for me. Can we get to the part where you tell me who you are?” He took stock of his surroundings. They were standing in a room that served as both living area and bedroom. There was a large couch that took up most of the wall space on the window side, and the bed was a king.
“Biggest we could squeeze in here,” the younger man informed him.
Jamie took stock of him too. His dark brown hair was short at the sides and full and wavy on top, his eyes an equally dark brown. His neat beard made Jamie’s fingers itch to stroke it.
Well, one of us needs to get this ball rolling.
“I’m Jamie, Jamie Matheson.”
Buzz Cut Guy stared at him. “The guy we just got a call about? The one who’s going to be working with us?”
No. Fucking. Way. These were the counselors Ms. Payton had spoken about? The ones he’d be working under.
Literally, it seemed.
Jamie’s mouth fell open. “You’re Shawn.” His beard was thick and full, reaching his chest, and the way his biceps bulged made Jamie’s mouth water and his tongue ache to lick the firm flesh.
Jamie imagined he was a magnificent grizzly.
“How did you work that out?”
He smiled. “You called him B, which makes him Brandon. Process of elimination.” Which also made him a North American mountain lion.
Yeah, Jamie could see that too.
Shawn grinned. “Hey, looks like we got ourselves a smart one, B.” He gestured to the couch. “Wanna sit while we talk?”
Jamie chuckled. “So you do actually plan on talking to me?”
“Well….” Brandon shrugged. “For a couple of minutes. Then the clothes are coming off.”
“What he said,” Shawn added.
He laughed. “Can you both get your hormones under control, please?”
Shawn sniffed, and his grin widened. “From the smell of you, I’d say you’re in the same condition. And if you knew how long we’ve been waiting to get laid, you’d be more cooperative. ”
Brandon snorted. “You make it sound as if we’re in need of a pity fuck.” Then he chuckled. “Which I guess we are. I haven’t had sex for two months.”
“Hell, it’s been four months for me.”
Jamie frowned. “But… you’re mates.” He stared at them. “You mean… you two haven’t…?”
Shawn rolled his eyes. “With him? Fuck no. I’m a strict top. Ain’t no one’s dick getting within an inch of this ass.”
“And I’m the same,” Brandon added.
Jamie was struggling to follow the conversation. “Then why not go out and find someone? You’re both gorgeous. There has to be a guy out there who’d be more than happy to accommodate you.”
Shawn’s brows knitted. “Unfortunately, there appear to be rules.”
“Which we didn’t know about until the first time we got invited back to a guy’s place.”
“What happened?”
Brandon scowled. “He took his clothes off, and Shawn threw up. Then I got a whopper of a migraine. We made our apologies and left.”
“The second we hit the street? We felt fine. When it happened again the next night, we got the message.” Shawn sighed. “We’re mates. Which apparently means we can’t be with anyone else. So we’ve been watching porn together—”
“ So much porn,” Brandon added.
Jamie smirked. “Is that ever a bad thing?”
“And jacking off separately,” Shawn said with a glum expression.
He gaped. “You don’t even, um… lend each other a hand?”
“That feels weird as fuck,” Brandon told him.
“ Some things seem to be okay. Kissing works. Go figure. So we’ve been doing a lot of that.
” He cackled. “We’re thinking of buying shares in lip salve.
Anyhow, we assumed Fate screwed up. Then we heard mates come in threes, and we held out hope that we’d meet ours and things would change.
” He leaned in and sniffed Shawn’s throat.
“Well, what do you know about that? You smell different.”
“A good different?”
Brandon grinned. “Oh yeah.”
Jamie loved how they didn’t hesitate to kiss, cupping each other’s faces, lost in one another for a moment. When they parted, Shawn cleared his throat. “Sorry about that, but I had to know.” He cackled. “Still don’t wanna fuck him, though.”
He couldn’t resist. “And what if I said I was a strict top?”
Brandon smirked. “You’ve got big bottom energy written all over you.” He kissed Shawn’s throat. “And we’ll be using that bottom a lot.”
Shawn snorted. “Every fucking day. Maybe multiple times.”
Jamie couldn’t believe his good fortune. Fate finally got it right.
Then something Brandon said registered.
“Who told you mates came in threes?”
“We met this guy who’s working in the medical wing here. Scott. He said the whole not messing with each other part was unique, because he had a mate, and they worked perfectly in the sack way before their third turned up.”
“Which we thought was total crap, but what did we know? And then he told us he’d found her, which really threw us for a loop.”
Brandon shook his head. “The idea that someone might have put us with a girl? Dude, I’m gay from the hairs on my head right down to my toes. If you cut me in half, through the middle it would read Gay AF.”
Shawn let out another sigh. “So we’ve gone out every weekend for the last three weeks, searching every gay bar in Boston, hoping to find our third.”
“How long have you guys been together?”
“A month,” Brandon told him. “Shawn walked in and boom , I knew.” His eyes gleamed. “Just like when we walked around that corner and there you were.” He stilled. “And by the way, what are you?”
“A tiger.”
Brandon beamed. “Another cat. I love it.”
“And you were right. I like bottoming. I enjoy it more than topping, if I’m honest.” He raked his gaze over them. “And I think I’m going to enjoy it a whole lot with you two.”
Shawn studied him. So do we get to hear your life story now? Or do we all get naked and learn what makes each other tick?
Jamie felt as though he was in one of the cartoons he used to watch as a kid, when there was an angel on one shoulder, a little devil on the other. A sweet voice inside his head was telling him to go find his lunch, that this could wait, that he needed to go slow, talk, bond….
And a raw-as-fuck voice was urging him to forget about eating, waiting, conversation, the social niceties, and get down and dirty .
Which voice are you gonna listen to? Brandon licked his lips.
Lips that would look amazing wrapped around his cock.
Shawn grinned. And we have a winner.
Before Jamie could come up with a suitable response, he found himself between them, both men busy with the task of removing his clothing, no words uttered as they bared his skin, their breathing the only sound in the quiet room.
It was heady as fuck, and Jamie’s dick pointed to the ceiling like a flagpole.
Shawn sat on the couch, tugging Jamie into his lap, and their lips met in a fierce kiss.
What about your clothes? Aren’t you getting undressed?
Brandon’s chuckle filled his head. Later . Right now I have a cock to suck.
Jamie moaned into Shawn’s kiss as Brandon pushed Jamie’s legs toward his chest before reaching under the seat cushion and bringing out a bottle of lube.
A second glance revealed it to be edible lube.
“Cherry-flavored?” Jamie stilled. “But….”
“What are we doing with edible lube when we don’t play with anyone else?” Shawn chuckled. “I don’t know either. I saw it at the supermarket, and something told me to buy it. So I did.”
“And we’re going to need it,” Brandon said in a husky voice.
Shawn’s breath tickled his ear. “Are we good to go bare? Our latest results are on our phones.”
“Mine too.” Thank God he’d had a full physical once they’d freed him from the camp.
Then Shawn claimed his mouth once more, and Brandon slid a slick finger into his hole while he bent down to lick the head of Jamie’s dick.
Jamie groaned and arched his back, Shawn’s tongue exploring him as Brandon swallowed him to the root.
It felt illicit, being naked while they were dressed, Shawn tugging on Jamie’s nipples with his teeth, Brandon’s finger fucking his ass, his hand curled around Jamie’s rigid cock.
Jamie looped an arm around Shawn’s shoulder and clung to him, battered by the double sensual assault, his shivers multiplying as his mates’ enjoyment washed over and through him.