42. Chapter 42
Atlas
Cody drools in his sleep. Like, a lot. There's a wet spot on his pillow I'm actively avoiding. His mouth hangs open, and a thin line of spit connects his bottom lip to the pillowcase. It's the most disgusting, adorable thing I've ever seen.
I lean over and kiss the tip of his nose. “Morning.”
“Go away.” He swats at my face without opening his eyes.
“Yeah no, can't do that.” I boop his nose.
“Mmph. Stop.”
Chuckling, I settle back against my pillow, careful not to shift the mattress, and watch my boyfriend sleep. After Doyle and Henneman left last night, Cody asked me to stay. Like I was going to say no. Plus, Hunter’s out of town, and I hate staying in the dorm alone.
A low groan rumbles through the room. I'm off the bed, bare feet hitting the floor.
“Oh my god, relax.” Cody's eyes are still closed. “It's just Hunter.”
“It's—what?”
Sure enough, my best friend is passed out on the floor next to the bed in his boxers, like a six-foot-ten guard dog. My gaze drops to his side. The bruising has finally started fading, yellow replacing the ugly purple, and Doc’s supposed to take out the stitches in a few days.
“He texted around one in the morning.” Cody finally opens his eyes. “You weren't at the dorm. He got worried.”
I rub the back of my neck. “Thought he wasn’t coming back until later today.”
Cody winces when he shifts to sit up, and my chest tightens. Hate that he’s in constant pain, that every movement makes it worse. At least he let me help with the shower last night. Drew the line at the bathroom though. He came out sweating, pale, and about to pass out.
“You up for the morning, or are you going to try to go back to sleep?”
He glares. “What do you think?”
“Yeah, yeah.” After grabbing the TLSO brace from the chair in the corner, I walk back over to the bed, then carefully help Cody put it on. “Need anything? Pain meds?”
He shakes his head, adjusting to sit upright before looking down at Hunter. “We’re so dead when he wakes up.”
“You started it.”
He tries to stop himself from laughing but fails, grimacing until the pain passes. “It was funny.”
“You two talk too loud,” Hunter says, his voice gravelly and not at all amused.
I nudge his hip with my foot. “Boo-fucking-hoo.”
Hunter turns onto his stomach and—fucking hell. The way his boxer briefs ride low, the dimples above his ass are on perfect display, taunting me, like they're not ruining my entire morning.
I glance at Cody, ignoring that “don't you dare” look, then bend over and slap Hunter's ass.
“Atlas.”
“Yes, Sleeping Beauty.” I do it again, harder this time. “Damn, you got rocks hidden in there. My palm hurts.”
Hunter grabs my ankle, yanks me down, then puts me in a headlock before I know what’s happening. “Knock it off.”
“You say knock it off, but your dick is literally pressing into my back right now. Mixed signals, Hunt.”
Cody chuckles, then groans. “Keep it down before you wake my parents.”
Hunter growls, tightening his hold when I pull his leg hair. “You going to tell me who was in that video?”
“Nope.” I reach up and tug the lobe of his ear. “Did you enjoy the show, or no? Bet you did. Must’ve been real uncomfortable driving.”
Cody huffs. “This is so unfair. I’m hard and can’t do anything about it. And it was Henneman. He came over to visit.”
Hunter growls again.
I chuckle. “Aww, you jealous? How about you teach me a lesson and make our boyfriend watch since it seems he needs to learn his own. After all, I was busy dancing. He’s the one who recorded everything and decided to send it to you.”
“Are you serious right now? I can't even roll over without my back trying to kill me, and you two are going to fuck in front of me? That's not a punishment. That's a war crime,” Cody says.
Hunter grunts and lets me go.
What a pushover.
“Sorry, Little Titan.” He gets up and kisses Cody, his hand grazing over our boyfriend’s hard dick.
“Yeah no.” I swat his hand away. “Told me he tried a few days ago and that his back spasmed after two strokes and he cried for twenty minutes. So, hands off.”
Cody looks down at his dick, then drops his head back and stares at the ceiling. “Trust me, nobody's more pissed about this than I am.”
Hunter climbs onto the bed and stretches out carefully. The bruising on his side peeks above the waistband of his boxer briefs, the line of stitches an angry red. “Still want to be ours?”
“Already told you last night when you showed up that I did.” Cody flicks Hunter’s ear. “And I’m your boyfriend, not a possession.”
Hunter grunts.
I throw my hands in the air. “Hey, how come he flicks your ear, and you do nothing? But I do that shit, and it turns into a brawl.”
No response.
“Fine. I’ll just go get the real love of my life.” I point between them, eyes narrowed. “Mr. Smooshy likes me better than both of you anyway.”
“Only because you bribe him with food.” The corner of Hunter’s mouth ticks up. “That’s not true love.”
Smack.
Hunter goes completely still.
Okay, that was harder than I meant.
Cody's eyes are the size of golf balls, his gaze bouncing between me and Hunter's ass. “Atlas, you're going to die.”
“Worth it.”
Hunter lifts his head off Cody's thigh and turns to look at me.
I smirk. “Bet that stung.”
Cody bites his bottom lip. “Wait, wait, wait. Before you murder him, I need to see the handprint.”
Hunter growls, turning to face our boyfriend.
Smirking, I yank down Hunter’s boxers. And holy shit, yup, there’s my mark. It’s red and raised and—I squeeze my dick because apparently my body has zero chill.
“Had enough of the two of you.” Hunter lifts his hips to pull up his boxer briefs, but I’m faster. “Atlas, give them to me.”
“Nope.”
He shifts, facing me, his cock hard and standing straight up. “Enough. Cody can’t—”
“Don’t stop on my account.” Cody chews his bottom lip. “I mean it. I don't want to be the reason you two don't . . .” His neck flushes, and he avoids looking at either Hunter or me.
I squeeze his ankle. “Cody?”
Hunter scoots up higher on the bed, tilting Cody’s chin up. “What’s going on?”
The soft pink spreads to our boyfriend’s cheeks. “I want . . . to watch.”
My cock jerks against the front of my boxer briefs, the fabric suddenly too tight, too thin, too everything.
I rub my thumb over his inner ankle. “You sure?”
He nods.
“Well then.” After tossing Hunter’s underwear onto the ground, I move to the side of the bed I slept on and pat the edge of the mattress. “Hunt, get those sweet cheeks over here.”
Cody’s mouth opens, closes, then opens again.
“You know what I like, Little J.” I wink at him and trail my tongue along my bottom lip for emphasis. “Hunter has never had his ass eaten. Ever. By anyone.” I quirk a brow at my best friend. “Unless you lied to me when I asked.”
“Didn’t lie.” He shifts sideways slowly, precum beading on his tip.
Fuck, I want to lick it off.
When he rests his head on the mattress next to Cody’s hip, I lift his thighs toward his chest. “Hold them there.”
He does, breath coming rough, cock twitching against his stomach.
Cody groans, face flushed, lips parted as he gently runs his fingers through Hunter’s short hair.
I kneel and spread Hunter wide, my breath ghosting over his fluttering hole. Fuck. Can’t wait to taste him.
“Atlas,” Hunter says.
“Just shut up and let me work because I promise you, Sweet Cheeks, by the time I’m done, you’re going to wonder why the fuck you waited this long to let someone eat this magnificent ass.”
I flatten my tongue and lick a long, slow stripe across his hole. Hunter’s back arches and a sound comes out of him I've never heard—not a grunt, not a growl. Something between a moan and a curse that gets strangled halfway out of his throat.
“Oh—fuck—” Cody’s voice squeaks.
I lick Hunter again. Slower this time. Wetter. Letting him feel every inch of my tongue dragging over him. “Mmm. You taste so fucking good, Hunt.”
His hole clenches and flutters against my mouth. “Atlas.”
I glance up without lifting my mouth away.
Hunter's head is tipped back, throat working, jaw slack. His chest heaves as Cody rolls his nipple between two fingers.
Fuck yeah.
My boyfriend doesn't sit on the sideline. Cody adapts, adjusts, and he’s making himself a part of this with whatever his body will give him.
Hunter growls, threading his fingers into my hair. “More.”
I point my tongue and lick into him in slow, filthy strokes.
“Fuck . . . fuck . . . Atlas.” He groans—deep and guttural—and wraps both hands around the back of my head. He pulls me closer until my face is buried and there's no air, just him. “Eat my ass, baby. Give me that tongue. More. Don’t stop.”
“You like Atlas's tongue in your ass?” Cody's voice is rough, lower than normal. “Like being ours for once?”
My cock throbs so hard I grind against the edge of the mattress just to take the pressure off. Jesus fuck. Where’d this side of him come from?
I reach up and wrap my hand around Hunter’s cock, stroking from root to tip.
Hunter writhes, grunting and cursing. “No—I'll—fuck—I'll come—”
“Then come for us.” Cody brushes his thumb over Hunt’s bottom lip. “Come all over yourself while he eats your perfect ass.”
“Fuck, Little Titan. That mouth.” Hunter kisses the inside of Cody’s wrist, his hips rocking hard and fast.
I continue to stroke him, my grip tightening around his rock-hard length, my tongue fucking into his hole. Then a strangled groan rips out of him, his body tensing, his cock pulsing in my hand. His hole clenches and unclenches around my tongue as I continue to stroke him through the orgasm.
“Holy—fuck, that’s so—I want you guys doing this to me. And I want you both to fill me.” Cody’s voice cracks at the end, his cheeks turning bright pink.
I pull away and smirk. “Oh, don’t worry. We’ve got a list of things to do to you once you're better. Which means we’re all getting tested.”
Cody’s blue eyes widen, his mouth forming a perfect ‘O.’
Okay, so maybe it's my list. And it's long. Like I may have done some research. A lot of research. Like, incognito mode for a reason type of research.
Hunter grunts, lifting onto his elbow. “Enough bullshitting and get your ass up here. Let our little Titan watch you jerk off using my cum.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice.”
I carefully get onto the bed and straddle Hunter, making sure not to knee his wounded side. He pulls the waistband of my boxer briefs down, and my aching cock springs free. It only takes three strokes—and Cody licking his lips while whining—before I blow, painting Hunter’s chest and abs.
Sitting back onto Hunter’s thighs, I take a second to catch my breath, still holding my cock. Until Cody grimaces. “When did you take your pain meds last?”
“Um, a little after midnight. That’s why I was up when Hunter texted.”
Reaching over to the nightstand on my side, I press the button on my phone and the screen lights up.
5:30 a.m.
I stand, then tap Hunter’s knee. “Go shower, then make breakfast. He needs to eat before taking his meds.”
My best friend is up before I can blink, grabbing his boxer briefs from the floor.
“Use one of the old towels to wipe off.” I point to the laundry basket on the other side of the room. “Don’t need Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins seeing you covered in cum.”
Hunter freezes, his eyes shifting between Cody and me.
Cody shrugs. “Who knew all it took was me in a back brace to get him to start cleaning?”
“Fuck you both.” I push past Hunter, grab one of the dirty towels to clean my hand, then toss it at my best friend. “Move it.”
“Who are you right now?” Cody tries to keep a straight face but fails.
I give him the finger, walk over, then offer him my hand. “Couch?”
He nods, takes my hand, then pushes himself up, hissing a breath. “My back is pissed at me.” He stays still for a moment, jaw clenching, before stiffly making his way toward the door. “Oh, pancakes would be great by the way. Mom has some bacon in the fridge too.”
Hunter grunts. “Bossy fucker.”
Cody waves a haphazard hand in the air. “Pshh. You love it.”
The corners of my mouth lift into a big, stupid grin as I admire my boyfriends.
I always figured I'd end up alone. Not in a sad, dramatic way or whatever. Just alone. Playing hockey, eating cereal for dinner, third-wheeling Hunter's future relationship and pretending it didn't gut me every time he touched someone else.
Then Cody happened.
And now nothing looks the way I pictured it.
It’s better.
Complete in a way I didn’t know I could have.