Chapter 34 #2
Then someone touched his balls, kneading them. “God more,” Bryce groaned out. He'd never felt anything so erotic in his life. He glanced down to see Pilot's hand engulfing his sack while Tate grabbed his cock and started stroking. “Oh, God! I'm gonna come.”
“Go ahead,” Pilot whispered. “We want you to feel good.”
“Don't.” They stopped moving, but didn't release him. “Don't want it to be over that quickly,” he spit out fast before they misunderstood. Both hands started moving again.
Pilot chuckled low in his throat, but it was Tate that said, “It won't be over yet, wonder-boy. Don't worry about that.” Then, he leaned in and sucked the skin of Bryce's neck between his teeth. Pilot's tongue flicked across his nipple.
Bryce had never imagined it could be like this.
Tate used Bryce’s precum to get things sliding along, but it only took a few strokes before Bryce shot off like a rocket.
Cum flew in the air landing on Tate and on Bryce's chest. Pilot licked at it with that low chuckle rumbling through his chest again, like some large cat purring.
He lay there in awe of the two men petting him, touching him—his thigh, his hip, his ribs, arms. Bryce couldn't believe his first experience with someone else sexually was actually with two someones, but it felt right—good. He wanted more. No, he needed to make them feel just as good as they’d made him feel. He needed them to come, too.
He shoved Tate back and slid down over his body, until Tate's hard cock jutted out in front of his face. Clear fluid beaded up at the pink tip. He stuck out his tongue and touched it, licking up the precome.
“You don't have to, Bryce,” Tate said, his voice low and husky.
“Oh, I want to.” He licked at his cockhead with his tongue flat, loving the way it felt, so rigid yet soft. He let the crown slide between his lips. Every move had Tate moaning, coming unglued, bit by bit. Bryce's heart stuttered.
The palm of Pilot's hand caressed Bryce's ass, as he slowly went down on Tate. He lifted his hips, silently begging for more, even though he wasn't sure what he was begging for...just more Pilot touching him.
He sucked Tate's cock into his mouth as far as he could get it, impressed with himself that he could take so much. Tate carded his fingers through Bryce's hair. He could hear the patter of the rain on the roof accompanying Tate's panting and his own heart beating in syncopation.
Bryce knelt up on his knees, leaning over Tate, as he worked.
He knew he'd wanted to do this, suck Tate's cock, since the very first second he'd met him, but he had no idea it'd be like this.
He loved the feel of Tate in his mouth, sliding against his tongue and tasting like.
..Tate. He didn't want it to end, but his jaw was starting to ache with just a few sucks, up and down.
Pilot's hands gripped his hips then. He felt a hot rod sliding across his crack.
Pilot was going to use his butt crack to get off while he sucked Tate.
The thought of it, the image in his head, had his own cock stirring back to life.
He pulled off of Tate just long enough to moan out, “Yes, Pilot. Do it.” Then he sucked back down farther than he had before.
He could feel Tate's cock knock the back of his throat.
For a second he froze there, but when he realized he wasn't gagging, he swallowed.
“Oh, God!” Tate let out a little growl and shivered. Bryce figured he liked that very much, so he did it again before pulling back and increasing his suction. Lightning flashed, lighting up the room like a strobe light, then vanquishing them back into near darkness.
Pilot added some lube with a cold squirt, then rubbed his cock through the sticky mess, up and down Bryce's crack. But Bryce didn't care. The deep sounds Pilot added to the room were incredibly sexy and rumbled in time with the thunder.
Despite the ache in his jaw, Bryce kept sucking Tate.
He was hard again from the feel of it all and the sounds.
God the sounds! His mouth slurped and Pilot groaned while Tate gasped.
Bryce grabbed his own cock and pulled it in the same rhythm he sucked Tate, which matched the pace that Pilot set against his ass.
The three moved like one machine, three pistons working in time.
It felt incredible, and Bryce ached to come, but he’d already come once and didn't think he'd be the first to go off.
He stole a glance up to Tate who watched Pilot over Bryce's shoulder. Bryce would have thought he’d be jealous if his man was looking at someone else while he was giving him head, but no.
None of that. It brought a strange joy to Bryce's heart.
They were bringing each other pleasure in a strange triangular way that just seemed to work.
Bryce increased his suction and tried using his tongue along Tate's shaft as his mouth slid up and down.
In a moment, Tate called out, making a high pitched noise, then he grunted.
His cock swelled seconds before he came, shooting into Bryce's mouth and throat.
Surprised by the sensation, Bryce pulled back and half of it spurted out over his mouth and chin and down Tate's dick.
Some of it he swallowed. He'd been afraid he wouldn't like the taste, but while it wasn't anything like chocolate, it wasn't disgusting either, just a little sour.
Before he could even wipe up the mess, Pilot grabbed his hips harder and lunged forward, shooting his own load, hot across Bryce's back. That was the last bit to throw Bryce over the edge. He jerked his cock as he added his own spunk to the party, making the room reek of sex and sweat.
They were amazing.
Lightning flashed again, as if in agreement.
Bryce collapsed onto Tate, his arm stretched over his hip and his head rested on Tate’s lower abs.
Pilot slid down, spooning Bryce's side and resting his head on his arm near Tate's head. They lay that way for a few breaths, then when thunder rolled through again, Tate started laughing. His stomach jerked and rolled, dislodging Bryce’s head, which only made Tate laugh more.
“Shut up, you,” Pilot groaned playfully.
“Come here guys. Cuddle fest is on!” Tate said. “Let’s clean up first.” Tate rolled Bryce to his stomach and stared at the mess Pilot had made between them. “God, Pilot. You’re like...volcano man or something! Look at this mess.”
Pilot laughed, getting up to go to the bathroom and grab towels to clean them up. Bryce had the worst of it, having come twice. Tate tickled him as he wiped it up.
When they’d finished, they cuddled in together.
Pilot pulled the top sheet up over their shoulders.
Bryce ended up in the middle again and decided he enjoyed it there.
It felt like where he belonged with their legs tangled and arms circling and noses snuggling.
The storm continued to beat down outside, but inside Bryce was warm and loved.
A bang at the door lifted Pilot’s head off the pillow.
He didn’t want to get up, reluctant to leave the warm bed.
Bryce lay in the middle with his face smashed against Pilot’s chest, and Tate’s calloused fingers rested on Pilot’s hip, arm stretched across Bryce.
The knocking came again and louder this time.
He got up and grabbed a pair of sweats out of his suitcase and made his way to the door.
He peered out the curtain to see who was there, expecting housekeeping, but no. “Shit.”
He opened the door.
“Good morning, Pilot. Get your ass outta bed already.”
“What’re you doing here, Johnny?”
“I came to watch your boy race. Shouldn’t you guys be up by now?” Johnny pushed his way into the room.
Tate and Bryce sat up in the bed. Bryce’s eyes went wide.
Johnny’s went wider, and his jaw dropped open. “Shit! What the hell? Two guys? Is he even legal?” Johnny pointed at Bryce.
Tate’s eyes narrowed. “Yes. Nice to see you too, Johnny.”
Johnny didn’t reply, he turned and gave Pilot the evil eye. “This...this is...fuck! I don’t even know what this is.” He threw a hand in the air.
“Let’s step outside.” Pilot looked at his watch.
They still had plenty of time to get to the track.
It wasn’t race day, but Tate needed to do a track walk and Pilot had to check in with Tyler and the Apex crew.
He needed to take care of Johnny’s temper first, though.
He really didn’t want to deal with his friend. He’d rather get back in bed.
He shoved Johnny out the door and shut it behind him. The concrete walkway tingled cold and wet under his bare feet. “What are you so pissed about?”
“This isn’t you Pilot. My God! Is this Supercross shit turning you into some kind of perv? Suddenly, you have to be sexing it up with two hot young guys? Since when has that been you?”
“Johnny, I’m not like that. This is not like that.” Pilot gestured to the hotel room.
“It looks like, just like, that.”
Pilot looked down at his feet and curled his big toe, scraping it across the cement. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“No? Well, you’ve shut me out, so how could I know? I’m here trying to support you. And Tate. And I walk into the Great American Fuck-fest.”
Pilot tried to calm things down. He didn’t want Johnny mad; he wanted him to understand. “I appreciate that you came out. I know Tate will, too.”
“Whatever.” Johnny crossed his arms over his chest.
“Look. I don’t know what to tell you. We’re both in love with him. Bryce.”
“Both?”
“Yes. Tate and me and Bryce. All three of us are in a relationship. This isn’t just fucking, Johnny. I need you to understand that.”
There was hurt on Johnny’s face, but Pilot wasn’t sure why, except that he hadn’t shared any of this with him. Johnny turned away and took a few steps.
“Johnny?”
He whirled around. “No. This is bullshit. I’m your best friend.
More of a brother to you than your real brother, the dickhead.
And there’s shit going down in your life and you shut me out.
How am I supposed to understand? You’ve never had more than a one night stand and now you’re shacking up with two guys? ” He held up two fingers.
Pilot shrugged. “I’m still not sure how it happened.”
“You know what? I don’t care. Just fuck you, Sean.”
This time when he stormed off, Pilot let him go.
They’d talk again after Johnny cooled off.
This wasn’t really about Pilot being in a relationship with two guys.
It was about their relationship and how they weren’t nearly as close as they had been.
Pilot blamed himself, but how could they be that close when Pilot’s free time was now all about Tate.
..and now Bryce, too. He’d have to make an effort to make sure Johnny got included in things.
He needed Johnny in his life, because, yeah, he was more of a brother than Colin had ever been. He couldn’t lose that.