Chapter 13
“I thought we were about to lose him,” Gideon said. The scene on the monitor told a different story.
Daniel smiled. “You can always count on the twins to retrieve a wayward boy.”
“Indeed,” Gideon chuckled. “But this time, I think it was a group effort.”
“Seems so.”
“I think his previous session with Samson and the twins had a powerful impact on him.” It had quite an impact on Gideon, as well. “He seems to be drawn to those three.”
“Can’t blame him,” Daniel murmured.
Gideon nodded, his eyes on the monitor. The twins were ready for action, but Gideon hoped they would take it slow. Katt remained in a vulnerable state, and Gideon believed proceeding with caution was the best recourse. He had to trust that his boys understood it as well.
The twins pressed against Katt from both sides, their hands caressing his chest and stomach. Each nuzzled his neck and ears, soft explosions of hot breath detonating against his sensitive skin as they kissed, licked, and sucked, wrecking his senses.
Samson leaned forward, the heat in his eyes ticking up a few degrees. “Easy, my sweets.” His voice, though deep, resonated with tender caution. “Don’t rush him. Remember, a slow submerge can be sweeter than diving right in.”
The boys eased off and smiled sweetly at Samson. “Yes, daddy,” Marcus cooed, and the young men observing them laughed quietly. “You’re right. Daddy knows best.”
Mickey casually tucked his hand beneath the hem of Katt’s T-shirt and traced his belly button with the tip of his middle finger. Katt’s stomach quivered and twitched from the light contact and the tingling sensations it caused in his lower regions.
Marcus traced Katt’s ear, his voice soft, sensual, when he asked, “Do you know what cock warming is?”
Smiles spread across the faces of the onlookers as some murmured to each other.
Katt smiled uncertainly. “No…”
Marcus moaned, grinning at Mickey as he pressed his head to Katt’s shoulder. “You've got to experience it. It feels so good.”
“Fair warning,” Garrett interjected. “It can also be torturous if you’re really horny.”
“Oh, posh.” Marcus waved him off. “That’s the best time to do it. Sometimes…” He trailed a fingertip down Katt’s chest, his short, manicured nail scraping against the cotton fibers of Katt’s fresh T-shirt. “… torture is fun… and feels really good.”
Garrett chuckled. “Can’t argue with that, baby.”
“Especially when you two are doing the torturing,” Lucas added, leaning back with his arms crossed and a grin that made no effort to hide where his mind was.
Around the room, heads nodded, lips curved, eyes dropped to the floor with private smiles.
“No, seriously,” Garrett said. “It’s actually quite relaxing and can help get you in the proper frame of mind without overwhelming you. Does that sound like something you might want to try?”
“Yeah, I… I guess so.” Katt had no idea what “cock warming” was, but it didn’t sound too intense, and Garrett did say it was relaxing.
Of course, that was after he called it torturous.
Katt wasn’t sure which one was most accurate and wasn’t sure he cared.
His senses were still humming from the intense kisses from the twins.
“Cock warming,” Garrett explained, “is when someone holds your cock in their mouth… or some other orifice… without sexual stimulation. No sucking or thrusting. Usually, the one getting warmed is actually doing something else; messing on their phone, watching TV, playing a video game, whatever. It creates a relaxing, sometimes meditative, sensation.”
“Not to mention it’s hot as fucking hell,” Lucas snorted.
“Won’t argue,” Garrett smiled. “But it can also calm the nerves.” He focused on Katt. “Something tells me your nerves need calming right about now.”
Katt nodded. “Yeah.” He swallowed, his nerves anything but “calm” just now.
“Who wants to do the honors?” Garrett asked.
Expecting Marcus or Mickey to volunteer, Katt was surprised when Mickey said, “Samson. He’s really good at it. He does both of us at the same time.”
“Good god, baby,” Derek groaned. “You didn’t have to tell us that when we’re all jacked up.”
Mickey snickered with evil glee. “He warms Marcus with his mouth, and me with his—”
“Stop,” Sean pleaded, a low whimper escaping him. “You’re gonna make me mess my shorts.”
The twins giggled. Katt suspected they often tortured the other guys with their stories.
Garrett addressed the big man. “Samson?”
“It would be my pleasure.” He smiled at Katt. “Besides, I owe you for soiling your shirt.”
Katt shifted anxiously as the giant went to his knees, the floor seeming to tremble slightly under the man’s weight, and gently pushed Katt’s legs apart with hands that could have palmed a basketball.
Those hands moved to his thighs, thumbs pressing slow, firm lines along the inseam of his jeans.
Katt’s breath came faster, shallower, his spine straightening against the sofa cushion.
When Samson cupped him through the denim, the pressure was unhurried, almost casual—like the man had all the time in the world—and Katt’s hips tilted forward of their own accord.
He felt himself beginning to swell against the man’s grip and heard himself make a short, clipped sound.
Samson’s mouth curved, and he unfastened Katt’s jeans with the same unhurried ease.
The cool air of the room hit him first, and then the warmth of Samson’s grip.
Katt’s face burned as he was dimly aware of the other men watching.
Samson wasn’t. His dark eyes stayed on Katt’s face as his hand wrapped around him and stroked, slow and sure.
Except for that one time in the fort, it had always been a girl’s hand.
This was nothing like that—the grip too certain, too strong, the thumb tracing the underside of him in a way that made his thighs tighten.
Katt shuddered. It frightened him, genuinely, how little he wanted it to stop.
He had come here believing he was 100% straight.
He had come here for the brotherhood. Now, both appeared to be lies, and he didn’t have the strength of will to debate those realities as Samson’s thumb traced that slow line and Katt’s hips moved without his permission—as his eyes dropped, again, to Samson’s mouth, and stayed there.
“Things seem to be progressing nicely,” Daniel said. “He looked a little scared, at first, when Samson knelt before him. But now…” he shrugged. “… I’d say that’s an expression of eagerness and anticipation on his face. What do you think?”
Gideon dragged his hand over his mouth, his pulse still slightly uneven from Daniel’s recent hand job.
Watching Samson kneel in front of Katt, about to take the young man’s cock in his mouth, Gideon’s heart rate jumped back up a few notches.
The flavor of Daniel’s cum lingered on his tongue, and he considered “warming” Daniel while he watched Samson do the same for Katt.
“Have you ever done it?” Gideon murmured, standing close enough to Daniel to feel the lingering heat wafting from his body.
“What?”
Gideon turned from the monitor to look at Daniel. “Cock warming. Have you ever done it, or had it done to you?”
Swallowing a couple of times, Daniel shook his head. Tiny beads of sweat sprouted across his brow as he stared into Gideon’s eyes, a light tension seeping through his body. “You?” he rasped.
Of course, he knew the answer to that. Gideon had engaged in zero sexual acts with anyone…
until Daniel. Gideon smiled. “No.” He cleared his throat.
“But I have watched my boys perform the act on each other.” His gaze drifted to the monitor, and his voice dropped to a whisper, “But I always wanted to try it.”
Daniel swallowed audibly. “What’s stopping you?”
Pressing closer, Gideon trailed his fingertips over the slight curve of Daniel’s hips, feeling the warmth of him through the fabric.
He touched his lips to the man’s mouth—barely, just enough to feel the exhale against his own—and breathed, “Could you handle it? My mouth on you… without me sucking… or you thrusting?”
Daniel’s eyes dropped to his mouth and came back up, slowly. “Can you handle it?” A small smile. “Can you have my dick in your mouth and just—” a beat, deliberate— “do nothing?” His thumb pressed into the jut of Gideon’s hip. “I know how much you like to suck.”
Gideon chuckled low. “I’m up for the challenge.” He kissed him slowly, drawing his lower lip in and holding it there a moment before releasing it. “Are you?”
“If your mouth is on my cock,” Daniel breathed, his fingers curling into the fabric of Gideon’s shirt, “you won’t hear any complaints from me.” The smile that followed was slow, almost lazy.
Gideon answered it with his mouth, one hand sliding up Daniel’s jaw, tilting it. When he finally pulled back, his thumb traced the man’s lower lip. “Get comfortable.”
Without breaking eye contact, Daniel reached back for the nearby chair, dragging it closer by the arm, and sank into it.
Gideon went to his knees—the floor solid under him, the hum of the monitor just audible—and slid his fingers into the waistband of Daniel’s pants, feeling the warmth of his skin just beneath the fabric.
“Watch the monitor,” he murmured, working the fly open. “And just… relax.”
Daniel’s breath hitched when Gideon drew him out—already hard, flushed, a faint pulse visible along the underside—and stroked him once, twice, before taking him slowly into his mouth.
“Fuck,” Daniel breathed, the word barely formed, barely a sound at all.
His shoulders dropped against the chair back, and his hands found the armrests, knuckles whitening briefly before he loosened his grip and turned his eyes, with visible effort, back to the monitor.