Chapter Eighteen
Bailey
I sat bolt upright in bed, throwing Hunter off my chest as the obnoxiously loud grinding of our ancient blender rang through the walls of our flat.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I said as I rubbed sleep out of my eyes, my heart rate so high I’d probably break a blood pressure monitor. Who the fuck was using a blender in our kitchen at half six in the bloody morning? There were only two of us in here.
“I’m up, I’m up,” Hunter said, rolling over and out of bed, landing on the floor with a thunderous crash. “Ow! Fuck!”
“Who the hell…” I trailed off as the memories of last night crashed over me.
Oh shit, I’d fucked Hunter.
And it had been everything I’d wanted it to be and more.
I already knew I’d never be able to go back to pretending there was nothing between us. We’d crossed that final line and there was no undoing it. Even if we tried, I’d never be able to forget what he felt like around my cock.
Or what happened afterwards, when Aiden had crawled into Hunter’s bed, leaving the two of us alone. Hunter had buried his face in my neck, murmuring about how perfect the night had been, and I’d been struck with the realisation that I needed it to always be this way.
I glanced slowly towards his side of the bed, subtly trying to see if he’d remembered what had happened too.
He was sat on the floor, his head and chest popping up over the top of the mattress, his dark hair hanging loose around his shoulders, half of it sticking out at odd angles.
He didn’t look particularly perturbed or horrified, more like he was half-asleep and bemused by how he’d ended up on the floor.
“I fell out of bed,” he said, a deep crease appearing in his forehead as he looked around. “I haven’t done that in a while.”
“Sorry, I jumped. Aiden’s using the blender.” As if to underscore my point, the obscenely loud whirring punctuated the air again.
“I’d forgotten we had a blender.”
“It’s the old one we got from your mum when she moved house.”
“Oh yeah, I remember.” Hunter stretched and hummed, and my eyes stayed fixed on the way his pecs moved as he arched his back. He scratched his chest absent-mindedly then chuckled, looking down at his fingers. “I think I need a shower before we go to training. I’ve got cum in my chest hair.”
“How?”
“I dunno. Must by mine.” He grinned as he climbed to his feet, putting his hands on the bed and leaning across to steal a kiss. “I did get fucked really well last night.”
“Are you sore?” I asked quietly, brushing my lips against his. It was strange to be talking about what we’d done without Aiden there, and without prompting, but it felt right. Comfortable. Like something we should have been doing all along.
Better late than never I supposed.
Hunter shook his head. “No, not really.”
“What does not really mean?”
He flushed slightly, the bridge of his nose tinting, and my cock twitched.
I’d never noticed how good Hunter looked when he blushed.
Or how much I liked it. Aiden had said he was pretty, and I had to agree.
Hunter was pretty, and I loved watching him blush and squirm and beg.
Idly, I wondered what he’d look like spread out, overstimulated, and whimpering on one of Aiden’s bigger toys.
“My arse aches a bit, but it’s not a bad thing. Just feels like I got really well fucked. And I like that.” He kissed me again, smirking smugly. “I’ll be able to feel it all day while we’re training.”
“Is that okay? I don’t want you to be in pain.”
He shrugged. “I’ll be fine. Besides, it’s not like I’m the only guy on the Knights who enjoys getting railed. They all manage fine.”
I screwed up my face for a second as I thought. “Who else? Danny? I mean, the way he shows his arse off for Ezra can only mean he wants to get fucked, right?”
“I think showing your arse off is something anyone can do. I’ve seen your shorts,” Hunter said with a grin. “But yeah, I think Danny… Devon… and Mason too. Devon called him a needy bottom, remember? Before we played Brighton. When I was looking for your pants.”
“Vaguely,” I said. I tended to tune out when anyone other than Hunter tried to talk to me before games. “But none of those surprise me. Would you… would you ever want to tell them?”
“Why?”
“I dunno. In case you want any advice?”
“I guess, but…” He paused, clearly thinking through what he wanted to say. “I don’t think I want to tell them yet. Not before we’ve, er, talked about… whatever this is.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I guess that would be good.” It was my turn to blush now, but more because I was embarrassed I hadn’t thought about that. One vague morning-after conversation and suddenly I was acting like we had all our ducks in a row.
We barely even had any ducks to begin with!
“Do you think we should talk to Aiden?” I asked. Since he was here, we might as well talk about it. Otherwise, we’d never get around to it. Past experience told us that.
Hunter nodded. “I think so. But I guess, with everything going on, do you think it would be too much right now? I don’t want to overwhelm him.”
“Good point.” I sighed, thinking back to how suspicious he’d seemed of affection.
He’d clearly thought we wanted something from him and hadn’t expected us to want to take care of him just because.
But despite his cagey, cautious attitude, he was obviously trying. And that was all any of us could do.
“And maybe we should talk about what we want,” Hunter continued, voice soft as his eyes drifted to mine. “Together, and with Aiden.”
“Yeah… yeah, we should do that too. Probably before we talk to Aiden. But, er, we want it to be both of us, right? Together, with him.”
“That’s what I want. What about you?”
The tightness in my chest I’d barely noticed dissolved instantly, like a valve had opened and released the pressure.
I hadn’t realised how much I needed to hear it said out loud.
To know we wanted the same thing. I smiled, a little laugh of delight slipping from my lips. “Yes. Yes, I want that too.”
Hunter tackled me to the bed, pinning me down and kissing me fiercely, joy radiating out of him as his tongue pressed into my mouth. I groaned, losing myself to his kisses and melting into the mattress underneath him. It would be so easy to stay here for hours. Nobody would miss us.
“This looks fun,” Aiden said, his amused voice coming from the bedroom door. Hunter and I broke apart slowly, turning our heads to look at him. Hunter was still lying across my chest with his hands on either side of my shoulders, caging me underneath him.
“You should join us.” I held my hand out and wiggled my fingers, shooting him a teasing grin. “I want to taste you.”
“Tempting as that sounds, you two have training this morning. And if you’re late, people will have questions.”
“Do you need to get going? Sneak back in before Jonny notices you’re missing?” Hunter asked as he pushed himself onto his knees beside me, making the mattress squeak.
Aiden shrugged, folding his arms across his chest and smirking playfully as he leant against the doorframe. “Nah, not if he thinks I’m still in bed. Hopefully, he’ll leave me to sleep. After all, I had a stressful day yesterday.”
“And a late night,” I said. I pushed myself into a sitting position and stretched. The desire to get up and go to work was slipping further and further down my priorities. Normally, I’d never consider putting anything above rugby, but maybe, just this once, it would be okay.
“Exactly,” Aiden said. He tapped the doorframe with one hand, making me jump. “Come on, up you get. I’m not going to be the reason you’re late. Get your arses moving.”
Hunter sighed and climbed off the edge of the bed, stretching as best he could without hitting the ceiling. “I need a shower. I’ve got cum on my chest.”
“I don’t think anyone will notice,” I said, finally giving in to the inevitable and throwing my legs over the edge of the bed.
“Yeah, but I’ll know and I won’t be able to concentrate. Plus it might rub.” He walked to the bedroom door, bending down to kiss Aiden before sliding past him. I watched the two of them with interest, my cock stirring in the loose boxers I’d thrown on at some point before we fell asleep.
I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of seeing them together, and I was starting to hope I’d get to keep doing it for a long time.
There was never any jealousy, not really.
Not the sort of jealousy other guys talked about feeling when they saw someone else with their partner.
The only things I ever felt were lust and adoration, and maybe a tiny, needy flicker of want because I didn’t like being left out.
Maybe it was because I considered them both mine?
Hunter might have been around for a lot longer, but neither of us would ever have considered doing anything like this without a push from Aiden.
He was the one who’d brought us together, who’d encouraged us to explore our feelings for each other, and to ask for what we’d always wanted but been too afraid to voice.
I couldn’t imagine doing this without him.
Hunter and I needed Aiden as much as we needed each other, and I hoped we could make Aiden understand that.
He wasn’t an afterthought or a second choice; he was the entire reason we were considering this.
And if Aiden didn’t want us, it would break my heart.
As Hunter headed for the shower, Aiden turned to look at me, a curious smile curling his mouth as he studied me. “What?” he said.
“Nothing. Just thinking how hot you two look together. And how I really don’t wanna get up.”
“Sorry, I should’ve made you go to bed earlier.”
“Fuck no! I’d rather be tired than horny.”
Aiden snorted, his eyes drifting to my crotch. “So you’re not horny now?”
“I mean, a little.” I grinned. “Want to help me out?”
“No,” Aiden said firmly as he tried to repress a laugh. “Get dressed, you fucking menace. Then get your arse in the kitchen. I made you smoothies.”
“Smoothies?”
“Yes, smoothies. In case you ran late and didn’t manage to get breakfast.”
“I wondered why you were running the cursed blender,” I said, hauling myself to my feet and wandering over to the bag of clean washing in the corner to fish out some pants and socks.
It was getting empty, which meant we really needed to put some washing on before we went to training.
Otherwise, we’d be back to re-wearing underwear, and at our age, that looked bad.
Or we could simply buy some more. That would give us a few extra days to get our butts in gear.
“I didn’t realise it was going to be so loud,” Aiden said with an apologetic look.
“It’s fine. We don’t use it that much.”
“I figured, considering it was covered in dust. Don’t worry, I washed it.”
“I wouldn’t have noticed either way,” I said as I kicked my boxers off and pulled on a skintight pair of trunks patterned with sharks. I didn’t care what anyone said—shark pants were cool. “I didn’t even realise we had shit for smoothies.”
Aiden shrugged casually. “I raided your freezer. They’re not fancy, just frozen fruit with some yoghurt and juice.
I stuck some peanut butter and protein powder in them as well to give you a boost. They’re a bit of a hodgepodge of shit, but they taste alright.
” He glanced down the corridor towards the bathroom.
“Think Hunter will be okay with them? I don’t really know what his triggers are in terms of food—you’ll have to give me a list, both of food and situations.
And if he doesn’t want one, I’ll have it instead. Doesn’t bother me.”
A torrent of emotion welled up inside my chest, hot and tight and almost overwhelming.
Did Aiden have any idea what his words meant to me?
What they’d mean to Hunter? The casual, gentle acceptance of Hunter’s history, his desire to understand what Hunter needed, and the way none of it seemed like it was too much for him to deal with.
I didn’t know how to tell him all that, not without choking up.
“Thank you,” I said with a nod, well aware my voice sounded strangled. “I, er, yeah, I think he’ll be okay. Sometimes it depends on his mood, what else is going on, shit like that. But I’ll get you a list. He can do you one too. He’ll be… yeah, that’s… thanks.”
“No worries,” he said, like it wasn’t a fucking big deal that he cared this much. “We’ve all got our shit. No point being a dick about it.”
“Some people are. Or would be, if they knew.”
“Those people are cunts.” He smiled wickedly, eyes dancing.
“And in the words of my good friend Bacon, if people are going to be wankers about shit that’s none of their fucking business, then it’s perfectly acceptable to punch their fucking lights out.
At least, it is in our neck of the woods.
Then again, Bacon runs a dodgy-as-fuck pub with a golf club he nicked from the place up the road behind the bar.
His life advice is best taken with a pinch of salt. ”
I burst out laughing, a pair of socks dangling out of my hand.
I couldn’t say I disagreed with Bacon, though.