Chapter 14
“It’s about time.” At the sound of Yejun’s words, Nix peeled his eyes open and turned his head toward the entrance to find West had arrived.
Nix was lying over the counter, his toes barely reaching the ground, hands clawing for purchase as he was pounded by Yejun’s lengthy cock.
He’d already come twice, once in the artist's mouth, the second a few minutes ago.
He could still feel the sticky come smeared between his stomach and the granite.
“What are you waiting for?” Yejun asked when West did nothing but stand there. “Get over here.”
“I…” West hesitated, but when he saw Nix frown, he ran a hand over his shaved head and came forward.
“Well, Firebird?” Yejun nibbled at Nix’s earlobe, careful not to break skin. “You ready for this?”
“For what?” Nix could barely focus, his dick rubbing against the heated surface, his hole stretching to take the invasive cock spearing through him. He was naked and was still caught up in the sweet words about how delicious he was that Yejun had been whispering before West’s arrival.
“What you wanted.” One of Yejun’s hands settled on his waist to keep him steady, the other tugging at his own pants until they fell to his ankles. Then he motioned West closer with his chin. “Hurry and get that hard.”
“I don’t think double penetration is possible in this position,” West replied, though the sound of his zipper followed, and then he was palming himself.
“You’re not sticking it in him,” Yejun said, as though that were obvious. “You’re putting it in me, remember?”
Both West and Nix sucked in a breath, but Yejun was unfazed by their reactions.
“Oh, come on. This is what we discussed before. It’s no big deal, in fact, I think it’s just what Nix needed. He’s been struggling to orgasm a third time. I’m not as rough as you are, West. You set the pace. I’m sure that’ll solve the problem.”
Nix wouldn’t call it a problem at all. He was exhausted, and his hips hurt from slamming into the solid stone over and over again.
But he was too afraid to suggest they move this to one of the bedrooms.
Even if he couldn’t see it from this vantage, knowing West was about to enter Yejun thrilled him in a fucked up and twisted way he couldn’t quite put his finger on, and he didn’t want to risk either of them changing their minds.
What did that say about him? Not only was he comfortable with dating three men, but he also got off on the idea of them fooling around to please him.
“Whoa, open me up first, damn,” Yejun’s hiss snapped Nix out of his inner musings, and when he slammed into Nix with more force, he cried out. “You screw him unprepped like that?!”
“Sometimes,” West admitted, then moved to the end of the counter and pressed two fingers against Nix’s lips. “Suck, babe. Make it wet for him so we won’t have to listen to him bitch again.”
“Wow,” Yejun growled. “How about we switch places? See how you like it?”
“Nah, I’ve already attempted that once. Bottoming isn’t my style. Quit acting like it’s not yours. I know you’ve fucked around and found out in the past. You wouldn’t be this willing to let me inside of you otherwise.”
“How many?” Nix asked, even though they’d had some variation of this conversation before.
It was too hard not to play into the teasing West was setting up.
As soon as he asked, he inched forward and sucked on West’s fingers, rolling his tongue around them, slicking them with as much saliva as possible.
If they made this good for June, there was a better chance he’d let them do it again.
Nix really wanted to watch next time.
What a pervert.
He’d never even been interested in porn before! Yet here he was, fantasizing about two of his boyfriends fucking.
And that’s what it’d be too. Mindless, raw, strictly for pleasure, fucking.
There was no romantic love between West and Yejun.
Barely any real attraction, aside from an appreciation and acknowledgement that neither was ugly.
Maybe that was why Nix was all right with it?
Because he knew there wasn’t a chance of them catching feelings and ditching the middleman—aka, him?
Or maybe he just wasn’t the jealous type.
Who knew.
Nix sure as shit didn’t, and he wasn’t going to waste any more time on pointless wonderings.
West pulled his fingers out, winked at him, and then disappeared around Yejun. The second he pressed against the artist’s tight hole, June let out a low moan that vibrated throughout Nix’s back.
“It’s only two fingers,” West taunted. “Nixie took two cocks the other day. Breathe, June.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Yejun leaned over Nix, dropping his forehead to Nix’s bare back. He was sweaty and their skin stuck together. “It’s been a while, all right?”
“How long?” Nix asked.
“Don’t give me grief, too, Firebird,” he pleaded. “I’m already doing a lot for you, don’t you agree?”
Nix went still. “Do you really not like it? If not, or if this is weird, we don’t have—”
“Right, because I gave you a choice when our roles were reversed.”
“That’s not the point. I’m not you.” Nix wouldn’t make him do something he wasn’t comfortable with. “If you’re not enjoying it too, it takes all the fun out of it for me anyway.”
West had paused with his fingers buried to the knuckle and hummed his agreement. “I can stop, June. Just say the word. It’s just sex to me.”
“Like it’s anything else to me?” Yejun said.
“Well, sure. But if it’s too awkward—”
“I’ve watched you finger fuck other people a hundred times,” Yejun stated. “Hell, we lost our virginities in the same room as each other. This is nothing. I just wish you were better at it, that’s all.”
“Oh,” West grunted, “calling my skills into question now, are we? Okay.” He shoved a third finger in, laughing when Yejun cursed. “Stay still for me, babes. I’m about to rock your worlds.”
Nix felt each time West pushed into June, because that’s when Yejun’s hips were forced forward and his cock drove deeper into Nix.
West took control of the pace with ease, manipulating both of their bodies simultaneously like a pro.
There was a minor flash of jealousy when he wondered if and when and how he’d potentially picked up a skillset so specific—proving that Nix was in fact the jealous type after all—but it was gone faster than he could grasp onto it.
Mostly because West removed his fingers and lined up his cock with little warning.
He speared through Yejun mercilessly, laughing when both June and Nix screamed from the sudden stretch and burn.
“Hold onto Nixie’s shoulders,” he ordered Yejun, and the second he complied, West went wild.
Yejun took the brunt of it and started howling. It slowed things for Nix, since West’s motions controlled Yejun’s ability to move, so instead of thrusting as well, his cock was slave to the other Demon’s whim.
It hit deeper than June had ever managed before, deep enough Nix was a whimpering mess, back to clawing at the table in mere moments.
The slow drag of Yejun’s cock leaving him, followed by shallow pushes back in, pressing deeper and deeper each time, brought tears to his eyes.
The pressure of having Yejun’s body draped over his also added to it, making it hard for him to breathe properly, so his head started spinning as euphoria sparked through him.
He was going to have bruises all over come morning, but he didn’t care.
This was worth it.
They were worth it.
* * *
Later that night, Nix waited outside of West’s bathroom for the Demon to step out of the shower. When he did, West froze with an odd expression on his face, almost like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t.
“What?” Nix crossed his arms and propped a shoulder against the doorframe. “Were you jerking off or something?”
“You satisfied me enough earlier.” West wrapped a towel low around his waist and grabbed a smaller one, using it to roughly dry his hair. He took a moment to kiss Nix on the forehead as he stepped out of the bathroom, chuckling when Nix scowled.
“Between you and June, I’m starting to believe I’m made of glass after all,” Nix grumbled.
“Not glass,” he corrected, dropping down onto the edge of his bed. “More like fine porcelain.”
Rolling his eyes, he walked over to join him, but didn’t sit on the bed.
Instead, Nix turned and perched on the end table, cocking his head when West didn’t say anything else.
Earlier, the sex had been phenomenal, but he’d missed the faraway look on West’s face because of his positioning.
He could see it now though, and it worried him.
“What’s going on?” As far as he knew, West didn’t have any upcoming competitions. Unlike Lake, the boxing team wasn’t being forced to train through the holiday week either. And he’d never given a damn about his grades, so it couldn’t be anything school-related. “Is it Hendrix?”
West shook his head. “It’s nothing.”
“Don’t lie. We promised to be honest with each other, remember?”
He blew out a breath. “It’s just…there’s a lot on my mind right now, that’s all. I need some time to sort through it all before I can properly voice it. Is that okay?”
This was a new side to him Nix hadn’t seen before, and he found himself lowering his guard even more. Something about West being vulnerable called to his instincts to protect and understand.
“Yeah, sure thing.” He smiled at him reassuringly. “Just promise it’s nothing bad or dangerous? You aren’t in any trouble or anything like that, right?”
“No,” West said. “Nothing like that.”
“Okay.” Not really sure what else to do, Nix stood. “I’ll leave you to it then.”
“You don’t have to go.”
“I think Lake just got home.” It wasn’t required of him to go and greet Lake, but it was a good enough excuse, and he didn’t want to hover when West was clearly dealing with something personal.
When Nix had needed to keep his secrets close, West had been the only one who respected that. He deserved that same courtesy, no matter how curious Nix was to know what’d happened between this morning and this afternoon.
“Hey, Nixie,” he called to him just as he reached the door, waiting until Nix turned back to meet his gaze. “You know I’m crazy about you, yeah?”
He pursed his lips. Was this because of the sex with Yejun? “We don’t have to do anything like that again if you’re not comfortable with it.”
“This has nothing to do with June. I just…I want to make sure you know, that’s all.”
Nix smiled at him. “Trust me, I know.”
“And you trust me too, right?”
“West—”
He shook his head, stopping Nix when he was about to walk back over to him. “It’s nothing. Seriously. I just need to sleep it off and think on things with a clearer head in the morning.”
“Okay.”
West was the type of person who was loyal above all else. If he said it was nothing Nix had to worry about, he believed him.