Chapter Six #2
unfair that everywhere he looked Aiden and Nick were there, staring
at him with hunger in their eyes, even though he knew the two of
them were committed to each other.
Reaching the door, he
nodded his head at the dog in the kennel at the front of the
barracks and damned if the dog didn’t seem to nod his head in
return. Sam lifted his hand and knocked on the door, then stepped
back to wait. He heard heavy footsteps approach. Then the door
opened, and Aiden’s welcoming expression morphed into
surprise.
“Hey, what—”
Ignoring Aiden’s welcome,
Sam pushed past him and walked into the quarters behind him. He had
a moment to look around and notice Nick sitting shirtless on the
cot, looking at the sutures Sam had given him earlier in the
week.
His intention and his
anger fled and he stepped closer. “Are you in pain?” Sam asked as
he knelt in front of Nick and reached for the bandage protecting
the wound. He pressed his fingers gently against Nick’s skin but
froze when the man inhaled sharply. “Shit, did that hurt? It
doesn’t feel warm, so I don’t think there is an infection, but if
there is pain to the touch then I might have missed a fragment and
it’s pushing on your clavicle. Damn it, I should have checked it
better.”
Sam went to stand, intent
on heading back to his shared barracks and grabbing his med kit but
stilled when Nick gripped the back of his hand with his own. “Wait,
there is no pain, I was simply checking it, making sure it was
still clean,” Nick explained. “A certain Marine medic told me I had
to keep it clean, or he’d sew it again with a larger
needle.”
Sam grinned, remembering
the shocked look on Nick’s face when he’d threatened him. “And I
would have.” Sam’s smile slipped from his face as his eyes
remaining locked to Nick’s and he read the arousal and longing that
shimmered there. “It—um, it looks fine, and there is no swelling.
You’ll heal up fine.”
Nick nodded and gently
pulled Sam’s hand from his shoulder, but he didn’t release it. “You
did a good job.”
Sam sensed Aiden move from
the door then he was sitting beside Nick. “What’s brought you here,
Sam, and why were you so pissed?”
Nick flinched back at
those words and dropped Sam’s hand, and he immediately felt the
loss. “I was more frustrated than pissed.”
Aiden grinned. “If we are
talking sexual frustration then we can relate.”
Sam rolled his eyes.
“Whatever. I know the two or you are together. There ain’t no way
you haven’t been pleasuring the hell out of each other between
shifts. You’re both officers, and you each have your own private
quarters. You wouldn’t know sexual frustration if it hit you with a
truck.”
Nick’s eyes cleared of
passion in an instant, and anger took its place as he shook his
head. “You’d be wrong, Marine. Aiden and I work for different
teams, hell, we’re even in different branches of the armed forces.
We don’t exactly have shift schedules that allow us evenings
together. We work just as long and just as hard as you, Marine, and
when we aren’t working, we’re sleeping in preparation to survive
the next shift.”
Sam immediately regretted
his words. “Fuck, sorry, I know you do. Hell, I’ve seen how hard
you both work.”
Aiden moved, drawing Sam’s
attention. “I was only teasing. You know from our last conversation
that Nick and I would both welcome the opportunity to see what it
would be like between the three of us, but you made it very clear
that was not something you were interested in. So, do you want to
tell us what your frustration is about?”
“It’s not that I’m not
interested in you both,” Sam admitted, “Hell, I’d have to be dead
below the waist not to be.”
Aiden leaned forward even
further. “Then what’s holding you back?”
Sam took a quick breath as
he pulled every ounce of courage he possessed to the fore. The
unfortunate thing for him was the fact it didn’t seem to be enough.
He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. How the hell
was he going to say this? It would have been easier if one of them
would just make a move on him. Something on his face must have
given his thoughts away, because what seemed like a second after
that thought flashed through his mind, Nick moved.
He took Sam’s mouth in a
hot as hell and dominant as fuck kiss. Sam felt the strength of it
in his entire body. Nick didn’t just kiss, he consumed. His mouth,
his lips, his tongue, all moved together to drive a man out of his
mind with desire, and at the same time, allowed you just enough
room to explore his mouth at the same time. It was a heady mix of
give and take, and Sam’s heart began to beat fast in his chest,
even as his dick began to thicken in his trousers. Nick pulled
back, and Sam was pleased to see he was breathing just as heavily
as Sam was.
“Nick’s kisses are
addictive, aren’t they?”
Sam nodded as he turned to
look at Aiden. The man was still sitting beside Nick, but leaning
against him heavily. Sam had thought that Aiden’s expression would
be one of jealousy or uncertainty, but he looked happy. Well, he
looked turned on and aroused as hell, but there was a thread of
happiness in his expression that had Sam relaxing even
further.
Sam knelt up a little
further and reached out to cup Aiden’s face in his hands. “Nick’s
kiss is pretty fucking addictive, but I find myself desperate to
know what your kiss feels like.” Sam leaned in and all but
swallowed Aiden’s groan of need. Where Nick demanded and claimed,
Aiden seemed to hold back, waiting to see how Sam moved, flicking
his tongue out in invitation, and Sam was helpless not to take
it.
Sam leaned in even
further, tilting his head to give him the angle he wanted, and then
he licked into Aiden’s mouth. He could taste mint and coffee, but
there was something else there. It was a hint of wild that had Sam
groaning, and turning the kiss into a wild clash of wills,
desperately trying to take as much of the man’s taste into his
mouth as possible. It was a flavor that sang to him and one that he
knew would become addictive. When he risked losing consciousness
through lack of oxygen, Sam pulled back.
“Fuck,” Nick growled,
“watching the two of you kiss like that, almost had me coming in my
trousers. That was fucking hot.” He leaned in and bit Sam on the
side of the neck, and a shot of pure lost slammed through him. “Did
you catch that flavor that is uniquely our man?”
Sam jolted at Nick’s words
and stared up at him.
Nick’s smile was wicked.
“You did, didn’t you? Aiden doesn’t believe me, but there is
something there that is uniquely him and it is addictive as fuck.”
Sam nodded, licking his lips to take the alluring flavor into his
mouth once more.
He was about to lean in
for another taste, but Nick swooped in, claiming Aiden’s mouth and
kissing him with just as much hunger and passion as he had Sam.
Their kiss was almost violent in the beginning as if the two
battled for supremacy or control of the kiss, and Sam saw that
Aiden had allowed him to take control of their kiss. After a few
hot moments, Aiden seemed to acquiesce, leaning into Nick with a
moan and submitting to the larger man. Nick growled his approval.
They kissed for a few moments more before Nick pulled back and they
both turned to face him.
Their faces were flushed
with arousal, their lips wet and swollen from their kiss. Sam heard
a moan of need in the room and was surprised when he realized that
it had come from him.
“You really want this to
happen, Sam?” Nick asked in a voice hoarse with desire. “Because
once you say yes, there will be no stopping.”
Sam swallowed hard, trying
to force his heart from beating a rapid rhythm within him. “I want
this. I want this bad.”
And that was all it took.
Within minutes the three of them had managed to remove all their
clothing, Nick had pulled blankets and sleeping bags onto the
middle of the floor to create a pallet and the three of them were
on the pallet. Kisses were given, taken, demanded and begged for,
hands stroked, learning what felt best, what felt amazing, and what
had each of them shuddering with arousal against the other two. The
three of them had come together fast, not taking much time. Their
desire was running too high, and the environment meant that their
time might get cut short at any minute. They came together only the
once but it was such an explosive act that remained as the single
most powerful experience of his life.
Nick had fucked him hard,
just the way Sam liked it. At first, he had been a little hesitant
given Nick’s sheer size, but both he and Aiden had made sure Sam
was more than ready to take every inch of what he had to offer.
He’d been on his hands and knees, taking all of Nick from behind,
and using his mouth to take everything Aiden had to give. When all
three had exploded and collapsed to the pallet exhausted, Sam
thought that the smile on his face would be there for life. How the
hell could it not?
The three of them lay
there for a while talking in the darkness. Sam didn’t realize it at
the time, but he had kept a lot to himself, but when it came to
Bravo team he shared a lot. All of the men in Bravo team had come
to mean so much to Sam in the six years that they had all been
together, and bringing them to life in the stories and memories he
shared with Nick and Aiden seemed right.
Right or wrong, Sam had left in the
morning.
“Fuck.” Nick’s curse cut
through Sam’s thoughts and brought him back to the bar, and the
booth he was sitting in. “What I wouldn’t give for some way to
watch the movie of what just went through your head.”
Aiden laughed, taking a quick swig of
his beer. “I think we both know what just went through Sam’s head.
Hell, we were both there, right? And although I may not have a
movie of that night, I can remember each and every moment of it.
And do. Often.”
Nick grinned and reached his longneck
out across the table. “Me, too!” Aiden grinned as he toasted Nick
with his own longneck, and Sam found himself smiling along with
them both. It was hard not to.
“As superfluous as it is,
I will simply say, me three.” Sam reached out with his own beer and
toasted the other two men.
“But that does raise the
question,” Aiden asked, his expression turning serious. “Why did
you leave without a word the next morning, and when we reached out
to you when you got back to your squad, you ignored us.”
Sam exhaled loudly and relaxed back in
the booth. He began to swirl the bottle he was drinking from on the
table, drawing circles on the surface as he fought to find the
words to explain.
“I was awake when you
left,” Nick said, and Sam lifted his gaze.
“I thought you might have
been.”
Nick nodded. “I was, but I could tell
from the way you moved that you needed to get out of there. I
thought in that moment it was because of one of two reasons. The
first was that you regretted what had happened between
us.”
“No!” Sam denied, leaning
forward. “That was–“
“I know,” Nick
interrupted. “That wasn’t the case because I saw the look on your
face when you turned back to look at us from the doorway. You have
one of those faces where your emotions are there for the reading if
you haven’t managed to clamp a hold on them like you
do.”
“And what did you see?”
Sam couldn’t help but ask in a quiet voice.
“I saw a man who was
fighting his emotions, but a man who yearned for what he was
looking at.” Nick shared a quick glance with Aiden. “I know that
look because I see it on my own face when I look at Aiden and when
I look at you.”
Curses and the sound of fighting broke
into that moment, and Nick’s gaze shot to the back corner. Sam
frowned as he turned to see what was going on, and was in time to
see two men who seemed to be fighting despite the fact they were
two sheets to the wind, slam down onto a table. With a curse, Nick
leaped up from the table and shouted to someone called Blake to
call it in. Sam went to stand up and help but stopped when Aiden’s
hand fell on his arm.
“Nick’s got this,” he
said, and Sam turned to look back at him with a frown. “Honest, he
does. We’ll only get in the way, and then there will be more forms
for him to fill out. Trust me.” Aiden’s eyes narrowed at him. “And
I guess that’s what this boils down to, right? Can you trust Nick
and me with whatever it is that happened in your life that stopped
you from taking our calls eighteen months ago, and what put that
look of pain on your face when you were standing by the booth a
while back.”
Aiden’s job was to see things that
others missed, and recognize what’s important from what’s not. And
in this case, he’d hit the target dead center, and Sam had to
decide if it was something he could give.