Chapter 24 Perry
PERRY
I wanted very much to stroke Evan to completion, but I could tell as soon as I walked into our room that wasn’t going to happen. At least, not right away. Alan had a plan.
I hoped.
“Relax,” I told Evan as I skated my fingertips over his sweat-slick stomach. “Stop fighting.”
“Just want to come,” he whined.
“All in good time,” Alan promised him.
He groaned and I stroked a hand over his ass. A subtle vibration tickled my palm and he moaned. It drew my attention to the cock ring around his dick, and the plug inside him that the ring was attached to.
“You’ve been torturing my boyfriend.”
Alan leaned over him to cup my chin. “Our boyfriend, and yes. I have been.”
I stared at him.
“Problem?” he asked, gently but also tense.
“No,” I assured him. “Our boyfriend. Just never heard you say it out loud before.”
“Because I haven’t, but I should have.”
“Yeah,” Evan said dreamily, taking my still hand on his hip, and pulling it around to cover his dick. “Do the thing.”
I chuckled. “That thing?” I stroked his cock from base to tip.
“Oh yeah,” he said on a sigh.
“He’s been doing very well,” Alan said, “but getting a little loopy.”
“You don’t say.”
“Why don’t you get undressed and join us properly?”
“Hurry up, Pere,” Evan said, reaching back to pat my cheek and turning his head to blink at me. It was almost like he was drunk, the way his words came lazily and soft with his face flushed, but his eyes were dark and intense.
“You are out of it.”
“Mmm.”
I didn’t take long to peel out of my clothes and curl back around Evan, closing him in my arms and kissing his neck. “Back,” I whispered.
“Mmm-hmm.” He wiggled against me.
“We should get rid of the toys,” Alan said. “He doesn’t need them anymore.” He made quick work of doing that while I distracted Evan with kisses and attention to his nipples, which made him shiver and squirm.
“Can I fuck him now?” I asked, sensing the balance here was Alan calling the shots, and changing that out of the blue might throw Evan off.
“As long as you don’t mind if I watch.”
I had been waiting for the day he’d ask that. I had no idea why it had taken him so long, but some part of me was relieved it had finally come.
“You mind if Alan watches me take you, Ev?” I asked, whispering the words against Evan’s cheek. He was back to being the little spoon to my big one, with Alan lying in front of him, head propped on one hand, his other one spinning lazy trails over Evan’s chest and stomach.
“That’s hot,” Evan said, flopping a hand against Alan’s chest. “Kiss me?”
Alan obliged while I slicked my cock and pushed Evan’s top leg up to give myself better access.
He groaned when I slid into him, the kiss with Alan getting sloppy as I distracted him. Alan must have spent a long time amping him up for this, because I didn’t even have to touch his cock, or pump at more than a languid pace before Evan’s body convulsed and he came with a low, whimpering moan.
I clutched him hard against my chest, nuzzling his neck and kissing his damp skin, holding onto him as his release pumped out of him in ever-slowing pulses. When he was done, I pulled out and rolled him to his back so I could kiss him properly.
“You’re not done,” he said, nudging my still-hard cock with his thigh.
“Don’t worry about me, babe.” I caressed his cheek and gazed down into his loopy, sated expression. I hadn’t seen him this relaxed in weeks.
“I’ll worry about him,” Alan assured Evan, leaning in to kiss him as well.
“Does he get the butt plug now?” Evan asked.
I shot Alan an alarmed look, but he only chuckled and shook his head.
“Not tonight, precious.”
Evan touched my cheek, drawing my gaze back to him. “Bet he likes watching you fuck me.”
“I do,” Alan assured us, stroking his hard cock as evidence.
“So fuck me some more.”
“But you’re done, Ev.”
“Nah.” He snaked his hand around the back of my neck and winked.
“You know I love when you come inside me and it leaks out after. I like feeling all slutty, but I especially love this, right now, both of you just using me and doing what feels good. I like it best this way. Have since you led me out of that party. Please?”
He glanced at Alan. “Please?” he asked again.
And weirdly, something slotted into place when Alan nodded to him, kissed him lazily, then looked at me and told me to fuck my own boyfriend.
Evan dropped his legs apart so I was nestled between them, while Alan took the one closer to him, and lifted it to expose his hole.
“I want to see your dick sliding into him,” Alan told me. “And watch you fuck him good and hard, like he wants.”
Like I wanted too, but somehow it was easier doing it because I’d been told to.
Having the decision taken out of my hands was a relief, and arousing, to think I was pleasing both of them.
I’d hesitated, because Evan had come, and would be way more sensitive, but with Alan there, it was safe for me to be more demanding, to give Evan the power he wanted.
Alan would make sure I didn’t push him too far.
I glanced up at Alan once I’d reseated myself inside Evan.
“Don’t worry, darling,” Alan assured me. “I’ve got you. Both of you.” He lifted himself up and pulled me down into a kiss.
Evan’s hands ran over my chest as I began to move.
It was hard focusing on what my body was doing and on the kiss at the same time.
“Pere.” Evan rested a hand at the base of my throat.
“For once in your life, just worry about you, babe.” He shifted so his hips canted up more, making it easier for me to piston in and out.
The kiss quickly petered out as I moved, and the sensation of pumping into Evan’s hot, ready body overtook me.
I was vaguely aware of Alan’s eyes still on me, on my face and not, as he’d said earlier, where our bodies joined. I knew he was stroking his own cock, without any real urgency, but the immediacy of my own body’s demand for release didn’t let me pay much attention to that.
I was lost in the feel of Evan, now moving with me, caressing me, throwing his head back, enticed by the curve of his throat. I wanted my mouth there, immediately.
Alan’s hand tightened on the back of my neck as I lowered my head to suck up the skin over Evan’s Adam’s apple.
Electricity crackled in the air around us as my body took over and I rammed myself into Evan, closing my teeth around the pinch of skin, sucking hard enough to make Evan pant and groan and clutch at me.
His hand digging into the muscles of my back, his voice whimpering out my name, Alan’s praise whispered into my ear while he held my head against Evan’s pulse, all sent me careening over a cliff and I came, trembling and desperate, into Evan’s body.
I collapsed onto Evan to the slap-slap sounds of flesh on flesh, and then the warm spurt of come landing across my ass as Alan finally jacked himself to a groaning completion over us.
The bed jolted as he flopped down beside us, kissing my cheek, then Evan’s, and lazily roving his hands and fingers over my ass, between my cheeks, playing with his come and my hole, and wandering further to touch the stretch of Evan’s hole around my softening dick.
His touch was only sexual because of where he was touching, not because of anything he wanted, other than to explore. “You are both so beautiful,” he whispered.
I snorted because I couldn’t help myself.
I wasn’t beautiful. I had too much hair, too wild curls, too wide a face.
Exaggerated everything, including eyes too blue to be real.
Alan was classically tall, dark and handsome.
With dimples. Evan was the epitome of blond, golden-eyed puppy-dog eager perfection.
Burying my face in the crook of Evan’s neck, I didn’t say any of that.
Evan hugged me with his whole being, arms and legs wrapped around me, the shift pulling me out of his body, while Alan ran his big, warm hands in circles over my back.
“Before you suffocate our beautiful boy, Perry, maybe we go take a shower, eh?” Alan said.
I nodded, without otherwise moving.
“Give him a minute,” Evan said. “He needs to compose himself and pretend he didn’t just have an out-of-body orgasm. It’s his thing.”
“Fuck off,” I mumbled into his neck.
His laugh vibrated right into me, filled the room, and then Alan was hauling me off of him and curling himself around me too, so that I was wrapped in both of them, head to toe.
A shiver suddenly shot through me and I burrowed into their warmth.
“It’s okay,” Alan said.
What was okay? I sniffed and a sting in my eyes caught me off guard. “Fuck,” I muttered. “Let me up.”
Instead, they both gripped me harder.
“You are allowed to feel things,” Alan assured me, his face so close the words whispered over the skin of my cheek.
But not now. Not here. Not until Evan had fallen asleep, happy. Then I could feel whatever, where he didn’t have to see it and worry about it.
“You don’t always have to be the strong one,” Evan said, like he’d just read my mind.
“It’s how we—”
Someone put finger over my lips.
“Don’t tell me how we work,” Evan said. “We’re all just figuring it out.”
“Sex isn’t supposed to d-do this,” I wobbled.
“Be cathartic?” Alan asked. “It kind of is. At least sometimes.”
I was shaking at that point, and clung harder to Evan. “I don’t know why…”
Alan stroked hands over me and kissed my hair. “You don’t have to know why. Just let yourself feel it. It will pass.”
It was stupid that I cried tears that soaked into Evan’s skin without knowing why I was doing it. But neither of them pointed that out. They both just lay quietly, promising me it was fine, promising me they loved me, promising me, without actually saying it, that they didn’t think I was a freak.