Chapter 40 #2
The tingling spread from his cock to the small of his back and before he knew it, lighting sparked behind his eyes, as his body seized up.
“Uh...Gah...” As he started to relax, he leaned over Bryce’s back, and Bryce slid his legs down the couch, until Tate was lying on top of him, skin touching, chest to back, crotch to ass, legs on legs.
“I swear my whole body was paralyzed for a minute.”
“I feel your cum dripping...” Bryce giggled. “Down my butt cheek.”
Tate giggled, too. “I like that. Mmm...entirely too much.” He nuzzled the back of Bryce’s dark hair.
“That tickles.” Bryce wiggled around until they lay on their sides facing each other. After a few lingering kisses, Bryce tucked his head against Tate’s chest.
They lay there together for a few minutes until the front door opened, and both of them jumped up to look over the couch to see Pilot come in. “What’re y’all doing?”
Tate wasn’t sure if Pilot would be mad or not. He raised his eyebrows, silently questioning, while Bryce stuttered something, but didn’t really say anything at all. Pilot seemed stunned. He didn’t say anything, but it seemed clear what they’d been doing.
“Uh, sorry, Pilot. We couldn’t wait for you. I had to have him.”
Bryce giggled a little. “Are we in trouble?”
Pilot laughed, his low voice booming through the room. “No...I’m not mad. You two are so fucking sexy and thinking about you together makes me hard.”
Tate wiggled his eyebrows. “Well, join us then.”
“I would, but then we’d never get anything done.”
“How’s Johnny?” Tate asked instead of acknowledging Pilot’s comment. He knew he needed to change the subject before Pilot changed his mind and they all did get hot and heavy all over again.
“Good. We’re good.” He winked. Tate knew that their day together was about more than just hanging out, but he wasn’t saying anything.
“Come out to the garage, guys.” Pilot obviously couldn’t wait to show Bryce what he’d done. That was fine with Tate.
Tate pulled on his sweats and chuckled as Bryce yanked on his pajama pants.
He felt excitement building in his stomach and chest. He couldn’t wait either and practically bounced his way through the kitchen to the interior door to the garage.
“Easter Bunny! Woo-hoo! Hurry up, wonder-boy.” He shoved Bryce’s shoulder to get him to move faster.
Pilot flipped on the light and stepped out of the way to give Bryce the perfect view as he stepped barefoot onto the concrete floor of the garage. Tate followed right behind him.
“OhmyGod! What? What is this?”
A beat up old bike that had seen way too many better days was up on a stand next to a brand new, shiny, black and red tool box.
Pilot rubbed Bryce’s shoulder. It seemed like he always wanted at least one hand on Bryce if they were in the same room together.
That gave Tate a warm, happy feeling in his stomach.
It meant that Pilot cared about Bryce as much as he did.
There was no jealousy. It was just the way the three of them fit.
“I wanted to do something for you. Make this your home. This is your home, Bryce.”
Tate could not stop the smile that broke out across his face.
“Yep. Home.” He’d thought that same thing just a few minutes before.
Pilot looked over at Tate with so much love expressed on his face, it turned his ordinary features into something spectacular.
Pilot knew what home meant to Tate, who had struggled with it for so long.
He hoped Bryce knew too. “Go on then,” Tate prompted him.
He pulled away from Pilot’s huge hand and made his way across the floor. He checked out the bike first. Squatting down to look at it, as if afraid it would break if he touched it or got too close.
“You can’t do any damage to this thing. I promise. It’s for you to practice on. Play with. Whatever you want. Take the whole damn thing apart. It doesn’t even matter if you don’t get it back together. It’s to learn on.” Pilot waved an arm toward the machine.
Bryce’s smile lit up his face, his eyes sparkled with happiness, and he jumped up and down.
Tate couldn’t stand the anticipation of it all. “Check out the toolbox already.”
“Okay.” Bryce reluctantly turned from the bike to examine the red and black box. It had silver drawer handles down the front and the top lid opened up. He lifted it and peered in. “OhmyGod! What?”
Tate felt joy bubble up from inside and burst from his mouth.
Bryce held up the dog tag charm on a silver chain that matched his and Pilot’s.
“Look!” Tate held his out and Bryce rushed over to read it.
They’d had Bryce’s name added to both of their charms and all three names engraved on Bryce’s new one.
“This is incredible.” His mouth hung open.
“You’re a part of us. Always. If you want it.” Pilot’s hand creeped back up to Bryce’s shoulder, and then to the back of his neck to finger the hair there that was getting a little too long.
“I want it. So bad. I want you. Both of you.”
Tate grabbed Bryce, pulling him and Pilot into a three-way hug. “This is so incredible.”
Pilot broke out of the hug first. “Come on. You can play with your new toys later, Bryce.”
Tate took Bryce’s hand and they followed Pilot through the house and into the bedroom.
Tate felt a little nervous. They’d been together for a while, but this seemed suddenly new—real.
Pilot’s dog tag charms made their commitments into a solid, living and breathing thing in his mind.
Tate wanted to jump right back into the hot and heavy sex, but he also wanted to take it slow and savor every second of their time together.
Pilot leaned over and kissed Bryce, reaching for his pajamas, while Tate slid his sweatpants off.
For a moment, Tate stood there naked and vulnerable in front of his partners.
In the next, Bryce was also naked. Pilot’s eyes darted between them, as if he couldn’t take in enough of them and couldn’t decide which to look at.
Tate and Bryce jumped forward at the same time, grabbing at Pilot’s clothes.
They worked together quickly to pull off his shirt and tug down his jeans.
Pilot kicked off his Nikes and let his pants and underwear drop to the floor before nudging them toward the bed. “I need to touch you.”
Bryce jumped on the bed, bouncing a little and giggling, so Tate jumped at him, pushing him down to the bed, landing on top of him.
Bryce spread his legs so Tate could get in between them.
As their bodies lined up, Tate took Bryce’s mouth.
He kissed Bryce with all the fierce passion he had inside, wanting to show him how much he needed.
“Want...you,” he mumbled between flicks of his tongue.
Pilot dropped lube and a handful of condoms next to them. “We need to get tested soon, so we can get rid of these.”
“Oops.” Bryce’s eyes grew wide. In the dim afternoon light, Bryce’s face with his dark eyebrows and smooth skin, looked like a dream. “We kind of beat you to it. Uh, earlier.” Bryce shrugged and Tate tried to hold back a laugh and ended up snorting instead, which set Bryce off too.
“What?” Pilot knelt beside them, stroking his hand down Tate’s back, making him shiver. “Well, didn’t we just commit to being together? So...”
“Guys, uh...Bryce hasn’t been with anyone else.” Tate reminded them. “And we’ve been tested.” He nodded between Pilot and himself.
“I’m good without it. I trust y’all,” Bryce added. “Obviously.”
Tate leaned in and kissed him again. “Me, too.”
Pilot grabbed the condoms and tossed them to the floor. “Me, too.” He leaned over and kissed Tate’s neck. “I want to be inside you.”
“Yes.” Tate slid his legs out farther, straddling Bryce. Pilot smoothed his palms over Tate’s ass. He pulled Tate’s cheeks apart, then his hot tongue slid over Tate’s hole. Wet and velvety, he pushed inside. Tate moaned and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
“What’s he doing?” Bryce asked. “I can’t see.”
“Rimming me. OhGodOhGod!” Tate groaned and pushed his ass back, wanting more of that moist, sultry bliss rubbing inside him.
Pilot chuckled, his face vibrating against Tate’s skin.
Bryce leaned up and forced his tongue into Tate’s mouth, rubbing against his lips and tongue.
Tate didn’t know how much he could take with one on each side, too much oral stimulation.
His hips bucked as if they had a mind of their own and they wanted desperately to fuck something.
His cock rubbed against Bryce’s hip, and Bryce’s cock was trapped between them, making him pant.
“Don’t come,” Tate said. “I want in you first.”
“Yes!” Bryce and Pilot called out together.
Pilot gently shoved Tate over and reached for the lube. “You fuck him while I’m fucking you. Yes!”
“Okay.” Tate couldn’t hold back his smile. He loved seeing Pilot so excited. It transformed his face from his usual severe gaze into something softer and warmer. “Kiss me, Pilot.”
Kisses went all around, mouths fusing against skin, necks, shoulders and more.
At one point, Bryce’s fingers were in Tate’s mouth.
All the while, Pilot covered his own fingers with lube and used them on Bryce, sliding in and out until he begged for more.
“Push in.” Pilot moved Tate, manhandling him, between Bryce’s legs.
Pilot had to be in control of everything, but Tate would never complain about it – at least not in bed.
He lined his cock up and pushed slowly into Bryce, while Bryce held his knees back, giving him maximum access.
Once he was all the way in, Pilot told him to stop there, and then slick fingers pushed inside Tate.
Pushing and pulling and rolling across his prostate. “Enough. That’s enough. I want you.”
Once Pilot had pushed all the way inside Tate, it took them a few minutes to get a rhythm down with Pilot leading, fucking into Tate and pushing him into Bryce. As he pulled back, so did Tate.
“I’ve got the best end of this.” Tate fucked Bryce as Pilot pushed in to him.
Pure bliss. Tate didn’t want it to ever end, yet he could feel his orgasm rolling around in the pit of his stomach, waiting to spring out on him.
He wanted, needed to come, but he also wanted to wait, to make it last longer.
Bryce’s cock slid against Tate’s stomach, trapped between their bodies, giving him the friction he needed. Bryce came in three gushing spouts, but his cock was still pretty hard and slipped between them in his own pool of cum. Bryce groaned and tightened his ass is spasms.
“Oh God, Bryce!” Tate came hard, the feeling of Bryce’s smooth hole gripping him like a fiery fist, sent him over the edge. He saw the little white stars of a hard orgasm and his body shook.
Pilot called out behind him and came inside Tate. He could feel it. They’d marked each other, the three of them. Pilot pulled out with a grunt, leaving Tate wanting more, but his own cock softened a bit and he eased out of Bryce, slowly.
Bryce’s still hard cock arched up and back, pointing at his belly button.
It hardened even more with Tate watching him, so Tate grabbed it.
Tate stroked him hard and fast, his hand sliding easily with Bryce’s cum making it slick, until Bryce shuddered and came again.
This time, he only shot a little trickle, but his body didn’t know that.
He sighed and practically melted into the mattress with a cocky smile on his face.
“Bryce came twice, Pilot.”
The deep chuckle he received as an answer said it all.
“I love y’all.” Bryce exhaled his words slowly.
Pilot and Tate echoed the sentiment as they all snuggled up. Tate in the middle for once, as they dozed off.