Chapter 42 #3
Tension, dread, sadness, and a few other emotions, which are also very unpleasant, band together and make my chest feel unbearably tight. “D-did you fuck?” My voice squeaks horrifically.
“Yeah,” Will says softly. “We did.”
“Oh,” I trill. “Oh, good. That’s good. It’s great. It’s what I wanted. It’s exactly what I said I wanted.”
Will turns my face toward him and looks at me for a long time.
I struggle like hell to hold eye contact.
I must forget to blink at some point because my eyes start burning.
I blink hard and look away quickly. Will cradles my jaw in his hand and presses a light kiss against my temple, then he lets go of me and sits on the sofa, splaying his legs wide open as he does.
“Mattie, come ‘ere.” His jaw is set and his voice is gravel.
Mat moves to him obediently, but before he has time to sit beside Will, Will takes him by the hip and moves him roughly so that when he sits, he sits between Will’s parted thighs.
Will wordlessly reaches under Mat’s T-shirt and drags it off over his head.
He removes his own top too and then pulls Mat so his back is pressed against Will’s chest. My dick starts to swell and I feel an unfamiliar blend of panic and leaden arousal.
“What’s happening right now?” I whisper.
“You’re feeling left out, Trouble, and we don’t want that for you. We don’t want you to feel worried or unsure. We don’t want you to upset yourself by imagining what happened, so we’re going to show you exactly what happened when you weren’t here.”
Mat’s gorgeous face breaks into a smile that hits me like a bolt of electricity.
His lips curve, and his dimples dent as deep as I’ve ever seen them.
Light-brown eyes dance with amusement and something else.
Something heavy and dark. Something that wends its way into my body and makes it strain to get closer to them.
Will kisses Mat’s neck, soft kisses with tongue and then hard kisses with teeth.
He runs his hands up and down Mat’s smooth, muscular chest. He does it slowly.
He does it until Mat’s eyelids are heavy and his hips squirm.
Mat pushes himself onto his feet and yanks his pants down, stepping on them and kicking them off.
Will does the same and sits again, looking at Mat expectantly, a single eyebrow cocked slightly.
“What?” asks Will. “Sit down so we can show Trouble how I fucked you.”
“That’s what I’m doing, dumbass. You kissed my ass before I sat down, remember?”
Obsidian glimmers. A flash of teeth lights up Will’s face.
He draws back his hand and lands a sharp slap on Mat’s ass.
Mat gives a little hop and his mouth forms a tight little circle.
Before he has time to complain, Will has his hips in his hands and his face buried behind him, out of my sight.
He’s not prying him open or eating him though.
He seems to be peppering Mat’s cheeks with chaste little kisses, and holy fuck, it’s so sweet it gives me a sugar rush.
Mat’s expression turns gooey, blissed out, and ridiculously pleased with himself for getting Will to kiss his ass.
Will seems to sense it and lands another loud slap on freshly kissed flesh.
Mat’s mouth drops open, his dick twitches, and his face colors with something that looks like a lot more than shock.
Hmm. Fun.
Will pulls him down. He lands heavily, sitting on Will’s lap instead of between his legs this time.
Will’s hands work their way down Mat’s body, the pale canvas of Mat’s skin highlighted by the darker-toned hands dancing across it.
Big hands press down, fingers comb neatly trimmed hair and then curl around an erection that’s swollen and dark pink from straining.
A glossy pearl of precum leaks from the tip, glistening prettily, making my throat ache with desire.
I become aware that I’m still standing. I’m still in my body. I’m not moving, but my jaw’s hanging open and my mouth is bone dry. I swallow, and my tongue flits between my lips, moistening them, making me painfully aware of how thirsty I am.
Mat reaches over and grabs the lube, flicking it open and drizzling a healthy amount on his fingers. He drops his hand lazily, and instead of touching his dick, he touches himself lower. He teases his opening, circling it and pulsing gently a few times before easing it in.
“I-is that what you did?” I croak as his thick digit sinks into his hole.
“Yeah.” He smiles. “Had to. Will was moving too slowly.”
Will growls and gnaws into Mat’s shoulder, making him visibly shiver.
He runs his hand up Mat’s chest, tweaking his nipples until they’re pebbled hard, and then he wraps a hand around Mat’s neck, holding, not squeezing.
Just casually owning. I’m transfixed. Totally and utterly transfixed.
I realize immediately that I was full of shit every other time in my life I’ve ever said or thought I was transfixed.
Utter bullshit. Embarrassingly silly. Must not have known what the word meant because I’ve never felt anything close to this.
My feet are rooted to the ground. My limbs are heavy and my joints are locked.
My jaw is still hanging open, and there’s not a goddamn thing I can do about it.
I can’t even blink. I can barely fucking breathe.
Mat keeps working his hole, adding a second finger and screwing them deep in his ass, biting down on his bottom lip, breathless from the effort.
I stand and watch, unable to tell if my thoughts are moving slowly or coming at me too fast. At some point, Mat reapplies lube, but this time, he coats Will’s dick instead of his fingers.
He lifts himself up and Will wrangles his cock, taking it firmly by the root and holding it straight up for Mat to sit on.
Mat lowers himself down gingerly. Very, very gingerly.
I take one or two steps forward and drop to my knees involuntarily.
I watch, jaw slack, eyes unblinking, as Will’s dick disappears into Mat’s ass.
Mat grunts softly as he sinks down and his head tilts back as he lifts himself up.
He works Will’s dick in and out until the whole thing is buried inside him.
Will whimpers in relief when he’s fully seated. I whimper too, but not from relief.
Will pulls Mat back so he’s leaning against his chest and wraps his hand around his neck again.
He kisses his neck, licking broad strokes into delicate flesh, alternating between looking at Mat with the softest eyes I’ve ever seen and turning his gaze to me.
The look in his eyes doesn’t change at all as he does it.
It stays exactly the same. Heated but warm, glinting with acceptance and fondness.
Burning with exactly the same thing that’s currently razing me to the ground.
I crawl closer, picking up one of the discarded throw pillows and tucking it under my knees in a move that strikes me distantly as surprisingly sensible.
I run my hands along Mat’s thighs, agitating the coarse hair on them, making him drop his head back against Will and sigh softly.
I stroke Will’s legs too, fingertips dancing across the smooth, hairless skin of his inner thighs.
I stroke all the way up, not stopping until I have his balls in my hands.
I knead them gently, rolling them in my palm as Will’s breathing speeds up.
I let my fingers trail down his ball seam and even lower.
Will hisses as I circle his rim with the pad of my thumb.
I lift my hand and lick the digit and do it again, gently nudging his tight pucker until I feel it relax.
“Want it?” I ask, slurring my words slightly.
“He wants it,” groans Mat. “He wants it. Give it to him.”
I look up at Will, and he gives me a definitive nod.
I apply a generous dollop of lube to my fingers and press two of them into Will slowly.
His dick jerks from the feeling, making him and Mat moan.
I move my fingers slowly in and out, watching as Will’s hard, glossy cock tunnels in and out of Mat’s hole.
Stretching him out. Distending him so much that his ring is smooth and pink.
I kiss Mat’s thighs and lick his balls intermittently.
I badly want to suck his cock, but I can’t tear my eyes off the sight of his ass taking Will’s cock for more than a few seconds at a time.
I beckon my fingers in Will’s hot passage and his hips lift off the sofa, lifting Mat with him and making him arch his back violently.
I don’t back away, and I don’t slow down.
I blast Will’s prostate hard and relentlessly.
It doesn’t take much. It shakes his orgasm loose and sets it free.
His cry rings out loudly, raw and unbridled, as it echoes around the room.
Will’s gasping and still moaning, but he has his wits about him.
He barely pauses. The second he’s wrung out the last burst of his pleasure, he pulls out of Mat and leans back a little more on the sofa.
He reaches his hands under Mat’s knees and pulls them back toward him, offering me a hole that’s bright pink and leaking.
I shove my pants down and have my cock lubed and lined up as fast as humanly possible.
I sink into Mat, moaning loudly as I’m surrounded by the sopping wetness of his perfectly fucked-out little chute.
I’m careful, but I’m quick. I snap my hips and drill into Mat as Will strokes his dick lazily.
Mat’s eyes are on me. Wild. Crazed. Teeth clenched so hard his lips are pulled back almost grotesquely.
I put my hand over Will’s, and we both increase our pace, stroking Mat’s dick like a well-oiled machine.
Faster and faster until Mat’s mouth is gaping open and both of us shout our release.
“So,” murmurs Mat, sounding a little shell-shocked, “that’s what happened when you weren’t here.”
“D’you feel better now, Trouble?” Will asks me, still buried under the heap that is Mat, too spent to move.
I do.
And I don’t.
There is such a thing as too much of a good thing, and right now, my gut is telling me I’m about to OD.
I’ve had two dreams in my life. Two big, beautiful dreams. Two crazy dreams the magnitude of which most people are rightfully too afraid to chase after.
And life, being the evil little bitch that she is, has made them both come true for me at the same time.
I think of the text I got from my manager this morning. The one I’ve been waiting on for weeks, and my ears ring with Luke’s and Jessie’s words.
Let them in. Let them in. Let them get to know you.
It strikes me distantly at first, then right up close and personal. I want that. I want them to know me. I want to let them in, and I want to show them who I am, and I want them to like it. I want that so much that an icy frisson of fear makes my shoulders tremble.
But what if I’m not here to do that?
What then?