Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
RORY
Iwas so glad that Josie didn’t barge into the theater room in the morning because I was barely covered by the blanket, completely naked, and the room reeked of sex.
Skeeter grumbled about wanting a shower and coffee, Tyler was already showered and dressed when I woke up, and Jensen was just getting up.
Lukas was still sleeping, and I chuckled slightly at noticing Caden had moved to sleep beside him at some point, probably getting sick of the rest of us hogging the blanket.
Either that or he wanted to show Lukas that he didn’t give a shit about whatever was happening between him and Jensen, and it changed nothing.
My body felt gross from last night’s antics, and I cringed when I stood and cum slid down my thighs.
“You’re going to get a UTI,” Jensen warned as he approached, dropping a kiss on my forehead.
“Whose fault’s that?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Yours for being so fucking hot that we can’t keep our hands off you,” he grinned, glancing over at Lukas. “Can you—”
“I’ve got him,” I confirmed, bending down to grab one of the guys’ shirts from the floor to cover myself before moving towards Lukas to nudge him. “Hey, come shower with me.”
He stirred, rolling over and blinking up at me. “Huh?”
“Shower. Everyone else got enough of me last night, so I want to spend some time with you this morning,” I murmured, checking him out as he sat up to rub his eyes, the blanket pooling around his waist.
“Can I come too?” Caden mumbled into the pillow, making no attempt to move.
“No. You can shower by yourself, rich boy,” I teased, noticing Lukas frowning at him.
“Why are you over here? You slept there all night?” he asked, and Caden finally rolled over enough to look at him.
“There was more room over here. Kind of figured you’d sleep better too.”
“Why?”
“Okay, we’re pretending last night didn’t happen? I can work with that,” Caden yawned, rolling onto his back to stretch.
My eyes darted to his abs, and I gave him a dirty look when he caught me.
“Go and shower so we can find something to do today,” I huffed, and he waggled his eyebrows.
“I can think of a few things we can do.”
“I’m not getting naked again.”
“I’m out of ideas, never mind,” he grumbled, flinging the blanket off to stand. His arm slid around my middle to pull me closer, his lips finding my neck. “I’ll get breakfast started for when you’re ready.”
“Just keep Josie out of Luke’s room while we shower.”
“No promises,” he grinned, swatting my ass and leaving us alone.
Lukas got up and stretched, his hands instantly going to my waist when I stepped closer.
“Sorry I didn’t join in last night. I just—”
“No need to apologize. It’s taking some getting used to for everyone,” I promised, taking his hand. “C’mon. Let’s go shower.”
He didn’t move, pulling me back when I went to step towards the door.
“I do need to apologize. I don’t want you thinking I didn’t want to, it’s just hard because if I mess around with you and Jense, it makes me really want to touch him too.
My feelings are still a mess, and as much as I keep telling myself the guys wouldn’t give a shit, I can’t make myself believe it. ”
“Did Skeet make things worse, or better?”
He blew out a breath, letting go of my hand to rake his fingers through his hair.
“He was a dick about it, but he wasn’t saying anything bad. He said he doesn’t care what I do and I should stop giving a shit about people’s opinions anyway. It’s not that simple.”
“You only go at your pace. If you want to mess around with me and Jense next time we’re alone, we can. There’s no rush in making things more public. Just do what feels right.”
“That’s the problem though. It doesn’t feel right, but I still want it,” he whispered, his broken eyes on mine.
“If you want it, then we’ll take our time figuring things out until it does feel right. Maybe you could get used to snuggling with Jense in front of just Caden and Ty, and then work your way up from there. Small steps.”
He looked unsure, but this time when I took his hand to pull him towards the door, he followed.
We thankfully avoided Josie on the way up both flights of stairs, locking Lukas’ bedroom door once inside. I just wanted ten minutes alone with him to make sure he was okay.
Once the water in his shower was hot, we stepped under the spray, and he instantly pulled me against his chest, dropping his head down to rest on mine.
“Why is it so hard?” he mumbled, his arms tightening around me.
“Because your mom has poisoned you your whole life. You’ll be okay, Luke. We’ll make sure of it,” I assured him, his hand lifting to cup my chin so he could tilt my face up to kiss me.
It was sweet and slow as he poured his emotions into it, his muscles relaxing as my hands wandered his body.
His cock was hard between us, and he shuddered when I wrapped my fingers around it to stroke him.
“It was hot to see you being fucked by them last night,” he admitted, thrusting into my hand to encourage me to keep going.
“If you like watching, I don’t mind if you join me and someone else one night. Who would you like to see fuck me?” I asked quietly, making him groan.
“Skeet.”
That surprised me a little.
“Really? I don’t think he’d mind if you joined us. Can’t promise he won’t be an asshole though,” I warned, a chuckle leaving him.
“I never thought I’d want to see him anywhere near you, but last night he was a team player and didn’t pull out the knife, so maybe it would be fun to watch him rail you. You go feral for him in a way I wish you would for me.”
I slowed my strokes, kissing his chest. “Hey, I love you. I don’t want any of you more than another.”
“I know. You just lose all control with him in a way you can’t with us. He’s got this dangerous edge to him. I’m not saying he fucks you better or you want him more, he just fucks you differently than I could. I wish I could be like that with you, but—”
“Don’t tell him I told you this, but Skeet fucks like the rest of you when he’s not mad,” I whisper-yelled, making him grin.
“Oh? He makes sweet love to you?”
“I wouldn’t say he’s sweet, but he can slow it down when he needs to.”
“I don’t know if anyone’s told him yet, but he kind of loves you,” he joked, backing me up a step so that my back pressed against the cool wall.
“He doesn’t. I don’t think he’s capable of that,” I scoffed, and his fingers lightly wrapped around my throat, sparking excitement inside of me.
“He’s full of shit. He’s just too scared to admit it’s not just sex.”
“He admitted it’s more than that.”
“Sounds like love to me,” he answered dryly, leaning down to claim my mouth again.
His hand stayed around my throat as his other slipped between my legs, my hips tilting forward for more. I was panting, wanting him to pick me up and fuck me, but he had other ideas.
“Can we try something?” he murmured against my mouth, waiting for me to nod before continuing. “Well, it’s something for you to do to me.”
“What is it?” I asked, and he was quiet for a second before sighing and leaning back.
“Actually, never mind. Let me get you off and—”
“No, what do you want? Tell me,” I insisted, his fingers stilling on my clit. He looked kind of freaked out, so I stopped stroking him and wrapped my arms around him to pull him against me. “Luke, tell me. If it’s something you want to try, then I’m down.”
“You don’t even know what it is.”
“So? I trust you with my body. What is it?” I encouraged, kissing his chest.
He looked like he was going to bolt from the damn room, but he finally cringed.
“I was thinking maybe you could use a finger on me? Uh, on my ass. You know, just to see if I like it.”
His face went bright red, and he stepped under the spray as if it could wash away his words.
“We can do that, but I haven’t done it before so I don’t know how to make it really good. Do you have lube in your room?” I asked as I went to step out to search, but he beat me to it.
“Wait here.”
I finished washing myself while he was gone, and I could tell he was nervous when he returned with the small bottle in hand.
“Are you sure you want to do this? It’s not weird?” he mumbled as he handed it over with uncertainty on his face.
“Lots of people like this kind of stuff. It’s not weird. We can fumble together, okay?” I offered, some of the tension leaving him as he nodded. “We can always stop if you don’t like it too.”
“If I don’t like it, then I’m not into guys, right?” He sounded so hopeful, and it was hard not to giggle at him.
“I don’t think that’s how it works. Lots of straight guys do this stuff. If you’re attracted to Jensen, maybe you’re just a top?” I suggested, his face scrunching.
“This is stupid.” He snatched the lube back and climbed out, making me wince as he shut the shower door a little harder than necessary.
“Hey, it’s fine,” I said carefully as I switched off the water and followed him into the bedroom, not caring about dripping water all over the place.
“It’s not fucking fine!” he snapped, shoving the lube in his drawer and turning to face me, frustration seeping out of him.
“I’m so tired, Rory. I don’t know who I am, I feel like a stranger in my own damn body because everything I feel goes against everything I’ve always known. I have you, and that’s all I need.”
He didn't sound convinced of his own words, and I hesitated as I stepped closer to take his hand, giving it a squeeze.
“You’re Lukas fucking James. You’re the boy that kissed my boo boos better, had tea parties with me, and gave me hope that there was more than the shitty childhood I was having. You love hard, and you’re also easy to love despite not thinking you’re worth it.”
“Rory—” His voice cracked, and I shook my head.