Chapter 59
FIFTY-NINE
The last three races have been a shit show.
Nos and my boys have been trading places, flipping between first, second, third, and fourth.
Orson is dangerous on the track, and it bothers me.
Luckily, Jordan, Blizzard’s driver, is okay, but it was a clear message.
Skylar and Mackie are worried too, but they are unable to let it go.
They want to win no matter what, but me?
I just want them to be safe, but I also won’t hold them back.
I was the same when I raced. I don’t know if I was worth it, taking my current issues into account, but I also can’t pretend I don’t understand.
As their boss, their friend, and lover, I can make sure all their equipment is in top shape.
The rest is up to them, and I won’t ask them to stop, not with the biggest race of their career next week.
It will determine who gets the title, and they have been practicing nonstop.
Nothing else matters to them right now. They barely do anything but eat, sleep, and race.
It’s put me and everyone else on edge, so tonight is important.
I want to show Mackie that there is more to life than that, but also to show him my confidence and belief in him so he enters the next race with his full support system.
Mood affects driving, after all.
He’s watching his previous races on my living room TV, sitting forward on the couch. Grabbing the remote, I hit the power button. He leaps up and glares at me. “I was watching that.”
“Not right now. Come with me,” I order, giving him no other choice.
He sighs but follows me, knowing I won’t give up if he doesn’t.
I walk past the kitchen and stop at my display case.
Inside are photos covering my careers, medals, and trophies, but in the middle, where my last champion trophy was, is an empty space.
“Wait, what happened?” he asks, forgetting his irritation.
“I moved it somewhere safe.” Wrapping my arms around him, I prop my head on his shoulder. “That space is yours. It belongs to you, no matter when it’s filled. I know you are going to win, and I’m ready and so proud.”
He melts into my arms. “I thought you were worried.”
“I am, because I love you, and as a boss, I want you safe, but I also know you will never give up. You’re just like me.
I won’t ask you to change, baby, so instead, I’m going to support you in every way I can, like cooking your meals and making sure you sleep and eat and are ready.
I’ll be the best boss and biggest cheerleader, just like Conan will be. ”
Mackie hasn’t seen him in the last few days, so focused at work, and Conan understands, but I also know they miss each other. It’s exactly why we planned this.
Letting go, I step back into the living room, and Mackie turns, his eyes widening when he finds Conan standing by my side.
I smile at Mackie. “Baby, I want you to move in with me. That way, I can take better care of you and we never have to be apart. I don’t want space. I don’t want to miss you. Move in with me?”
His mouth drops open, but then he looks at Conan.
Conan chuckles. “I have no intention of being farther apart from you. Noah and I have talked extensively about this. I’m going to move in here as well, as long as you’re comfortable with that.”
“But, your house—”
“I will keep it. I don’t think I could bring myself to let it go just yet, but being there, I’m surrounded by memories.
I’m trying to move forward with you, and if you’re here, then I will be too.
We can spend all your free time together.
I love the idea of coming home to you every night and seeing you every morning before work.
Besides, it isn’t like Noah’s house isn’t big enough.
We can see how it goes and then move on from there.
Maybe we’ll buy our own house one day. So, baby boy, do you want to live with us? ”
Mackie is quiet, looking between us, but then he flings himself at us. We catch him, grunting under his weight, but I’m smiling as well.
“Does that mean yes?” I murmur.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he blurts. “Yes! I want to live with both of you, as long as you can do it without killing each other.”
“We’re good at teamwork when it comes to you.” I smirk. That isn’t what I meant to say, but now the idea is in my head. I move closer, and he backs it up, his eyes widening. “Should we remind you?”
“I think we should to christen our new house,” Conan adds as he circles Mackie, trapping him between us.
“Both of you, behave. I need to rest and work—”
“You need to relax.” Conan grabs him. “And let go for a little bit. We can help with that. Like we said, we want to take care of you. We know what you need, baby boy, so let us show you.”
I grin as Conan tosses him onto the couch.
Mackie bounces on the cushions as we stalk over, converging on him.
Conan grabs his arms, and I grab his legs as he struggles, stretched out as he looks between us, but there’s fire in his eyes.
He wants this, even if he won’t admit it.
He’s always so worried about hurting us.
When is he going to learn that as long as he’s happy, we are too?
Conan and I share a look, and he grins. Sliding his hands down Mackie’s arms, he tilts his head back so he’s looking at him. “I want that pretty mouth, baby boy. Noah’s going to take your perfect ass until you forget everything but us. Tonight, you’re ours.”
His eyes are wide with shock, but under it all is burning lust. “Hold him tight,” I command, and Conan smirks. Leaning down, he grabs Mackie’s chin and keeps him looking at me.
“Eyes on him, baby boy,” he orders, and Mackie shivers as I slide my hands up his legs to his waistband and slowly pull his pants down then off.
His length is swollen in his boxers, and I can’t resist kissing it until he whines.
Conan’s hand tightens on his chin, keeping him still as I bite the edge of his boxers and drag them off, then I pin his ankles to the sofa and nod at Conan.
Releasing Mackie’s arms, he slides his palms under Mackie’s shirt and slowly drags it up, stopping to tweak his nipples until his cheeks are red and he thrashes in our grip, and then his shirt is off and he’s naked.
I don’t know about Conan, but I just stare, drinking in the sight of my love in our house.
“Please,” he pants. “Fuck, one of you touch me.”
My hands skim up his thighs, while Conan’s slide down his arms, caressing every inch of him apart from where he wants us until he cries out, begging for more, and only then do I lower my mouth to his cock.
I suck his pretty dick all the way back, and he swells in my mouth, tasting of salt as I suck him deeper.
“Noah, fuck!” he cries out, and then he gags.
Glancing up, I see Conan turn his head to the side and shove his cock into his mouth, forcing him to take every inch.
Grinning, I drag my teeth down Mackie’s length, causing him to whine around Conan’s shaft.
Mackie claws at his arms to be let free, but it’s useless.
He’s ours right now, and he knows it. When he relaxes, I reward him, sucking the tip of his cock until his eyes roll back.
I want to taste his cum, but first, I want to be inside him.
“Over,” I tell Conan. Working together, we flip him. Mackie reaches for Conan again, but he dances away, stroking Mackie’s hair as I reach for the lube I stored in the table earlier and squirt it on my dick as I eye his round ass.
The lube trails down his crack. I part him and slick my fingers with it before shoving them into him.
“Fuck!” he cries out, gripping the couch and then Conan’s hands as I fuck him quickly before replacing my fingers with my length. I thrust inside him in one, smooth movement until I’m buried deep.
“Good boy,” Conan praises, still stroking his hair. “You’re doing so well, baby boy, taking him like that. Does he feel good?”
“Yes, fuck, yes, he feels good.” Mackie lifts his head. “Let me taste you.”
Gripping his hips, I drive into him steadily, hard enough to wind us both up, but not enough to get him off.
“I don’t know. Do you think he deserves to taste me, Noah?” Conan teases.
I purposely stop, and Mackie glares at me over his shoulder. “I don’t know, baby. Why don’t you beg?”
“Fuck you both,” he snarls before looking up to Conan, and something mischievous crosses his face.
“Don’t you want to be in my mouth, Daddy?
” Seeing the pure lust pour over Conan’s face when Mackie whines makes me tighten my hands on Mackie’s hips.
My desire grows as he pushes back against me.
“Please, Daddy, you want me to drink you down, don’t you? ”
“Fuck,” Conan snaps as I cuff Mackie’s ass. He whines, clenching on my cock, and when he glances back at me, his eyes are wild, so I do it again, leaving a red mark on his cheeks.
“More, fuck, more,” he demands even as he reaches for Conan. He gets his hand on his cock, then he feeds Conan into his mouth until Conan’s eyes slide shut, his lips parting in ecstasy.
“Such a fucking brat, baby,” I growl as I smack his ass again, watching it jiggle for me.
Moaning around Conan’s length, he pushes back to take me deeper, and I can’t stop myself from hammering into him.
I smack his pretty ass until it has to hurt, but it only seems to make him more desperate for my dick as I watch my length get swallowed by his puckered hole.
“Fucking brat,” Conan agrees, hissing as his hand slides from Mackie’s hair to his neck. “That’s it, baby boy, swallow all of me. You know you can. You love sucking dick, don’t you? Our perfect little slut.”
He clenches down on me, so I smack him again, making him cry out around Conan, whose lips twist. My muscles bulge as I give myself over to the desire I’ve harbored for years, uncaring if he enjoys it.
Conan’s hand is on his throat, controlling his movements, while my own hands are on Mackie’s hips as we move like wild animals, carnal and filthy.
The side table knocks over when Mackie flings out his arm, and then the coffee table topples when I accidentally kick it, but none of us care as we tumble to the floor.
It dislodges me, even as Mackie scrambles onto his back and reaches for us.
I fall on him like a starving man, finding my way back inside him as I lift and pin his legs.
His cock is swollen and dripping on his abs as Conan tilts his head back and forces his length back into his throat. Mackie’s eyes water and drool drips down his chin. It’s messy and so fucking hot.
“Baby,” I snarl as I grip one of his red ass cheeks and dig in my fingers. He whines for me, sucking Conan’s cock harder.
I stare at his glistening need, and I have to taste it. Bending over, I lick his abs as I drive into him, his feet pressed against my chest as Conan keeps his head tilted back.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last. My baby boy is so good,” Conan says, his voice gruff and tight.
“You have to come first, baby,” I hiss as I tilt his hips until I hit that spot that has him clawing at the floor, his eyes rolling back. “That’s it, come for us. Let us see.”
It sends him over the edge. Mackie cries out around Conan’s length, his cock throbbing and squirting across his chest as we continue to fuck him.
Reaching down, I slide my hand through the mess and lap it up.
“That’s it, baby. You taste so good.” Smearing more, I offer it to Conan, who leans in and tastes him.
“Fuck, he does.” His hips stutter, so I know he’s close, and then with a cry, Conan fills his mouth, keeping his head pinned against him as Mackie drinks him down.
When he’s done, he falls back and stares at us, panting.
When Mackie looks at me, I finally let go, thrusting as deep as I can in his ass and spending my release inside him.
I sprawl across him before pulling from his clinging body, not wanting to hurt him. Mackie curls up on his side as Conan crawls closer, bracketing his other side. Our limbs and bodies are entwined and sweaty, and we are so fucking spent.
“Well, shit, I’m not thinking anymore,” Mackie remarks, his voice hoarse. “I love you both.”
My heart sings at that. “I love you too, always have, Mackie.”
“I love you with everything in me,” Conan adds.
Sprawled on my rug, the table overturned, I can’t help but smile. My house isn’t going to be so cold or empty anymore. Even the thought of Conan here doesn’t bother me. I actually like it. It will be warm and filled with laughter and love, something I’ve never really had.
They are making my house a home, and I’m ready for it.
Mackie changed my entire life. I was a fool for fighting it for so long.