Chapter Four
Aiden
I smirked as I watched Bailey throw himself at Hunter, kissing him with the sort of desperate ferocity which usually came from repressing your emotions to the point you snapped.
These two were an honest-to-God fucking mess and if I’d had a shred of sense I’d never have agreed to another round.
There was clearly something going on between them, but neither wanted to admit it.
Maybe they didn’t even realise it. That seemed to fit with what I’d seen so far—they were so deep in denial, and co-dependence, they hadn’t even registered their feelings.
Fucking men. Honestly. I loved them but most of them were so emotionally dense it was like banging my head against a brick wall.
Or maybe I simply had shit taste in men. That would track. I couldn’t exactly say I’d done well with relationships.
Maybe this was also why Jonny kept trying to warn me off fucking around with sportsmen, because spending so much time in oppressive, macho environments screwed with them a bit. Although rugby was getting more open, but I guessed it depended on who you played with.
Whatever the reason, Hunter and Bailey were clearly attempting to smother the shit out of their feelings, and I—ridiculous twat that I was—thought it was fucking adorable and wanted to help them explore.
Sue me, I was a sucker for romance.
It could be my one good deed for the year.
Plus I’d get to top Hunter, and I had a weakness for fucking men who were bigger than me. And Hunter was big.
“Did you decide then?” I asked as the pair of them slowly broke apart, their chests heaving. Both looked a mixture of shocked, confused, and turned on, like they hadn’t really processed what they’d done. That answered my question about whether they’d hooked up with each other since December.
Oh, this was going to be fun.
“Y-Yeah,” Hunter said, holding out the dildo.
It was the larger of the two flesh-coloured ones—maybe six and a half inches—with a slight curve at the end which was perfect for hitting the prostate.
It was one of my favourites to use, especially because it was designed for trans men, with a hole in the base for me to insert a vibrating plug that would sit against my dick. All in all, a perfect choice.
Not that it really mattered which one he picked. I could have made him whine and beg with any of them.
I nodded as I took it, shooting him an approving smile. “Good choice,” I said. “You’re going to feel so good being filled with it. But if you want to stop at any point, just say, okay? Don’t force yourself through it. Promise?”
“Yeah, okay. I’ll say.”
“Good.” I pulled off my tank top and threw it onto the floor before tugging down my shorts and underwear. The two of them were watching me with hungry eyes, like lions watching prey, but I just smirked. If anyone was prey here, it was them.
“You got new tattoos,” Bailey said. His hand was still resting on Hunter’s stomach, a little above his cock. But not quite touching.
“I did. Do you like them?” I flashed the inside of my thighs one at a time, showing off the ink. They’d been a totally indulgent addition but a friend of mine from back home had posted them as part of a flash sheet and I couldn’t resist.
“Yeah, they’re perfect,” Bailey said. “Can I touch them?”
“Wait, I wanted to do that,” Hunter said with a scowl and a pout. Grown men pouting was never cute, except for now.
“You don’t need to fight. There’s plenty of me to go around.
” I smirked as I grabbed a bottle of lube out of my bag, because I was picky as fuck about what I used on my toys—no cheap shit here, thank you—my vibe plug, and my harness, and lay them out on the bed.
I’d put them on later. “You can both be good boys and follow the instructions. Then I can open Hunter up and fuck him, and Bailey…” I let my eyes roam over him, my mind assembling various scenarios until I found a couple of options that made sense. “I’ll give you some options.”
“What are they?”
“Either you can watch me fuck Hunter and get yourself off when he does, or you can see if one of us will suck your cock. If it’s me, you won’t get my full attention but if you’re patient I might let you come in my mouth after I’m done with Hunter.
But maybe, if you ask nicely, Hunter will let you use his mouth while I fuck his pretty arse. ”
I watched them both carefully, studying their expressions and their body language to see how they reacted to my words.
One thing I’d learnt over the years was how important it was to be able to read people, especially during sex.
People said so much with their bodies. Things they never realised.
And it was crucial to know when the body and the mouth were saying completely different things.
Unless you were in a scenario where that had been agreed upon.
Bailey was looking between Hunter and me, but not meeting either of our eyes, while his other hand grasped his cock, his thumb smearing precum across the head.
Hunter had started blushing, his cock visibly jumping when I suggested Bailey using his mouth.
So they were both interested. They just hadn’t gotten on board with the whole using words and sharing feelings part of the programme.
“Hunter,” I said as I climbed onto the bed and knelt on the end, their legs on either side of me. “Would you like to try sucking Bailey’s cock while I fuck you? You don’t have to deep throat him. You can just hold him in your mouth if that’s all you can manage.”
Because if I was doing my job correctly, he wouldn’t have the coordination to do anything else. Not without practice.
“Yeah,” he said quietly. Shyly. “I would.”
“Good.” Now we were getting somewhere. “Bailey, would you like Hunter to suck your dick?”
“If he… if he’s open to it. Then, yeah, I’d like that too.”
“Good. Thank you,” I said, hoping to fuck I didn’t sound exasperated.
They were clearly new at exploring together, and as I’d told Bailey, it was hard to ask for things you wanted with people you liked, especially new things.
There was always that worry the person would judge you and their opinion of you would change, but not for the better.
Confidence, and the ability to speak up and say what you needed, didn’t magically appear overnight. You had to work at it.
I hadn’t always been as confident as I was now, but I’d decided to claim and build it because it was what I needed.
And when you looked as good as I did, it would be rude not to own it.
“Now,” I continued as I crawled up the bed between them. “I believe you two have some instructions to follow.”
Hunter groaned as he rolled onto his side to face me, burying his face in my neck as he began to kiss the sensitive skin while Bailey leant over to capture my mouth. Fuck, he really was a good kisser. I couldn’t believe Hunter had been missing out.
Their hands roamed across my body, touching and teasing every inch they could reach.
There was no hesitation in their touch either, which I appreciated.
No fussing about the fact I had scars on my chest and a couple of tiny ones on my abdomen.
I moaned and tipped my head back as Bailey began to kiss down my chest, dragging his mouth slowly across to each of my nipples to lick and suck them.
My nipples weren’t the most sensitive things in the world—they never had been, even before my top surgery—but I appreciated his efforts. And the way his fingers had slid between my thighs to circle my cock.
“Do you like that?” Hunter asked as he brushed his mouth against mine.
“Yes. You’re doing so well.” I buried my hand in his hair and kissed him deeply, sliding my tongue into his mouth and loving the way he melted against me.
I wondered how long he’d been trying to keep up this whole act of being a tough guy.
The one who was always in charge. It seemed to me like he wanted someone to give him orders.
Maybe, after playing on a team for so long, it was where he felt most relaxed and comfortable.
And I was happy to oblige.
Because there was no fucking way anyone was giving me orders.
I kissed him again, gasping into his mouth as Bailey’s tongue found its way to my dick. Fucking Christ. Did the man have an oral fixation? He was going to fucking ruin me before we’d even got started.
I’d been dreaming about his mouth since December and there was no way I was going to complain or make him stop. Besides, he seemed to be taking his instruction to eat me very seriously, and I had to respect that.
“Fuck, Bailey,” I said with a groan, my other hand shooting down to grab his head as my thighs spread themselves wider. “That’s… fuck, you’re really good at that.”
I could practically feel Bailey smirking against my dick. “Wanna make you come,” he said, lifting his head for a moment, his mouth wet with saliva. He winked and my stomach fluttered. “It’s only polite.”
“Such a gentleman.” I chuckled breathlessly as Hunter kissed me again. “Is he always like this?”
“Sometimes,” Hunter said, his own devious smile curling his lips. “We’re good at following instructions.”
“You really are.” I kissed him again, groaning into his mouth as Bailey took me apart with his tongue. “Have you ever been eaten out before?” I asked Hunter softly.
“No.” He gave a gentle shake of his head. “Nobody really wants to try that on someone like me.”
“I do.” I gasped and closed my eyes for a second, trying to keep my focus. I patted my chest. “Put your legs either side of me and show me your hole. Let me show you how good it can be.”
Hunter’s eyes went wide in shock. “But… But I’ll crush you.”
“Sounds like a good way to go,” I said with a grin. “But you won’t. You’ll be on your knees, and you can use those gorgeous arms of yours to hold you up. You’ll be able to kiss Bailey too and suck my dick. If you can concentrate, that is. Don’t worry if you can’t.”
“You’re very sure of yourself.”