Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
Raul sat very carefully the couch, watching Balta and Joa moving around the kitchen, smiling and laughing. He’d started the grill, but it was too hot to wait outside until they’d made the hamburger rounds for him, so he’d come in and sat. And watched.
What Balta had said… It made him sweat. It made him want to run away, or turn around and tear Joa’s clothes off and throw him down on the floor. Balta wanted him to. With them. Together. All three.
So he sat, holding himself very still, and waited until he could grill something.
He was better at bife or salsicha, but he could do hamburgers.Every so often Balta would glance over at him and smile, dark eyes burning at him with that fire Balta always had for Joa.
It made him vibrate, the need almost overwhelming him. It made him…
“Que?” he asked, his eyes snapping up to Joa’s when the man repeated the question again, whatever it was.
Joa smiled at him, face open and friendly. “Do you want chips or fries?”
“Oh. Fries?” He took Joa’s offered hand, climbing up off the couch, standing far too close, but unable to help himself. Joa was so warm, so pretty.
“Good.” Joaquim’s nostrils flared. Jesu, the man was smelling him, scenting him.
Raul swayed, leaning toward Joaquim a little more, their chests brushing a bit, Joa’s soft T-shirt no barrier to him, letting him feel the muscle underneath.
He heard the softest moan, then Joaquim’s cheeks went hot, red. “S…sorry.”
“Why?” He stared into those warm eyes, his hand coming up to touch one flushed cheek. It was like now that he had permission, he just did without thinking.
“I…” Joaquim swallowed hard, staring at him, then at Balta, cheek hot and smooth against his palm. “I should start the fries.”
“Of course. I’ll take the hamburgers out.” Stepping back, he smiled, hoping it didn’t seem forced.
Joaquim seemed to lean toward him, body following as he moved. Joa was so natural in his need. So sweet, just like Balta called him.
“I…” Searching for something to say, Raul moved, but not far. No, he leaned to Joaquim’s face and kissed the corner of that beautiful mouth. Joaquim gasped, lips parting, eyes flashing up to stare at him. Raul stared back, unable to look away, even when he heard Balta moan, the sound low and deep.
It was like a good ride, the way things stopped, just stopped with them all vibrating together, Joa’s heart pounding hard along with his.
Balta didn’t come any closer, making it his move, his choice.
Raul finally stepped into Joa’s space, making his intent clear.
Pausing maybe half a second, he gave Joa the chance to say no.
Joaquim’s eyes were huge, wide, staring at him. Then that pink tongue flicked out, wetting Joa’s lips.
Moaning, he slid his hand back behind Joaquim’s head and pulled, bringing their mouths together, daring to take a taste.
His dick pushed up against his jeans, completely ignoring the fact that he’d just come in the bathroom maybe half hour ago.
Of course, he’d heard Joa’s cries, heard the eager need that rang out as the man came, and Joaquim was hard against his thigh.
Joaquim’s tongue touched his, still minty with toothpaste.
Oh, Jesu. Joa felt so good, just as he’d always dreamed.
He shifted, one leg pushing between Joaquim’s, his hands on those lean hips.
Strong fingers slid through his, holding him there, Balta pressing up against Joaquim’s back.
Joa moaned, shaking as Balta joined them.
The kiss went deeper, Joaquim’s swollen lips parting to let him in.
It was just like a fantasy, Balta’s big body holding Joaquim up, his tongue in that sweet mouth, his hands free to go where they wanted. He was going to come in his jeans… Then Joaquim’s hand came up, slid up his arm and held on. Pulled him closer.
Oh, sim. Sim. Raul kissed Joa like he’d never kissed anyone in his life, his hips starting to rock back and forth. No matter what Balta said, he might never get the chance to do this again. He had to make it count.
Joaquim made the best sounds, loud and hungry, pushing into his lips.
So good, to feel them all together, heated and hungry.
Balta’s hand slid up his other arm, jostling them all together, bumping Joaquim into him.
Their lower bodies pressed hard against each other, their dicks rubbing through the denim.
The air in the kitchen felt heavy, thick like a storm was coming, like electricity was in the wind.
Balta pulled at his hand, pressing it against Joa’s ass, and now he could feel Balta’s erection, too, hard against the back of his hand. He might die happy. Joa jerked and cried out and he looked down to where Balta was sucking on Joaquim’s neck, staring up at him.
All he wanted to do was melt. His body knew better and kept moving, though, his mouth sliding down over Joaquim’s pointed chin, meeting Balta’s right there. Right on the mark Balta had made.
“Sim…” That cry made both him and Balta moan, their lips meeting.
Balta tasted spicy to Joa’s sweet, his kiss harder, more purposeful.
Balta was seducing deliberately, while Joa did it naturally.
Both worked for him. Balta was nearly fucking Joa, right there, rubbing against his hand and Joa’s tight, hard ass.
Not that he was doing any better, his pelvis rocking like he was getting ready to ride, his mouth on Balta’s, on Joa’s skin.
He pushed up a bit with his trapped hand, grappling with Balta’s zipper, and getting just enough help to get it open.
“I…” Joa’s hand slid around his shoulder, his neck, callused fingers almost smooth on his skin.
“Shhh…” It came from Balta, the tiny sound, soothing and low right behind Joa’s ear. “Hush, namorado.”
Raul swallowed, trying not to flinch when Balta called Joa his beloved.
No one had ever called him that, and there could be no way this would work.
It didn’t stop him from wanting it, and he kept himself from babbling by kissing Joa again and pushing his hand into Balta’s jeans.
The heat burned him, Joaquim pushing into the kiss, even as Balta’s cock rubbed against his palm.
Hot, thick, Balta was just as Raul had imagined him, and he had imagined many times. Balta reached around between him and Joa, working open Joa’s jeans and shoving them down, and suddenly his whole world was hot flesh, straining against him.
“Not…not fair, Balta.” Joaquim vibrated against him, stunned. “Not fair to Raul. Him…him, too.”
“Shh. You know I won’t leave anyone wanting, doce.” Balta glanced up, winking at him over Joa’s shoulder. “You help me, huh?” Balta went on, pushing Joaquim’s hands to Raul’s own buckle.
Oh. God.
Those strong fingers traced him, pretty dark eyes going wide, Joa’s thumbs stroking him as his buckle popped open.
A raw sound tore from his throat, his hips bucking into the touch, his cock as hard as it had ever been.
Raul thought he might just explode. Maybe he squeezed too hard on Balta, but the grunt they heard sounded more like pleasure than pain.
“Shh. It… I have you, sim?” Sweet, sweet man. Joaquim eased his zipper down, fingers hot against his shaft.
Pushing into that careful touch, Raul groaned again, his ability to think completely gone. He wanted more, but he couldn’t let go of Balta, and his other hand searched for balance, for something solid.
Balta’s low chuckle made both him and Joa rise up on their toes. “Couch, doce. Belo Raul. Before we fall down.”
Joaquim moaned softly. “Balta? Balta, this is good with you, sim?”
“Sim, doce. So very good.” Balta all but danced them to the couch, which was deep and comfortable, and somehow Joaquim landed between them, Balta tugging at the soft T-shirt while Raul pulled at Joa’s jeans.
Oh, Deus. Smooth and waxed, with tiny nipples and a taut belly, Joaquim was a feast, spread out between them. Raul had to touch, his fingers itching for it. Starting at Joa’s throat, he worked down, tracing collarbones and pectoral muscles, marveling at the ridged belly. “Oh…Joaquim.”
“Sim,” Balta murmured. “Look at him, huh? Look how hot.”
Joa blushed dark, cock full and bouncing, seeming to try to get his attention. “Balta…”
One of Balta’s big, square hands curled under Joaquim’s cock, offering it up to him. “You want, huh? I know he wants you, Raul.”
Nodding, Raul stared, reaching down to touch, too, his fingers sliding over the head. “I want.”
Hot, swollen, that needy flesh throbbed for him, Joaquim’s body arching like a bow, reaching for him.
How could he resist that? Raul slid off the couch, kneeling in front of it, in front of the amazing body spread out before him.
He bent, his mouth hovering over the tip of Joa’s cock as he stared up into those dazed eyes. “Joa?”
“Raul.” Joa’s hand shook as he touched his cheek, so soft.
Smiling, he kissed Joaquim’s palm before lowering his mouth where he wanted it, tasting for the first time.
The flavor slid over his tongue—salty, hot, spicier than he would have thought.
Balta groaned, those square hands sliding over Joa’s chest, down the flat belly.
That sound was hungry, the look in Balta’s eyes fiery.
It was almost too much for him, and he leaned one hand on Joa’s thigh, his other hand going to his open fly. He needed to touch, to fist Joa’s prick. He bobbed his head, giving Joa his mouth, lips and tongue moving in time.
Those sounds started filling the air, Joaquim shifting, pushing up into his lips and taking his mouth. He’d heard those sounds through closed doors more than once, and now to know that he was the one to make them come…
Balta stroked his cheek, fingers pushing in beside his mouth to touch Joa’s cock.
“Sim. Sim, please.” Listen to that, listen to that sweet, rough sound. “Raul. Balta.”