Chapter 11
Richard
Kalin shifted in front of me for the umpteenth time, his ass rubbing on my dick, which had been hard as a rock for the past thirty minutes of us watching this show.
It was a steamy as fuck BL show called My Stubborn.
Kalin seemed really into it, but I was pretty sure Spike and I were on the same page.
We weren’t about to watch much more of this show, and not because it wasn’t good. It was too good. And the sex scenes were driving me crazy. I hadn’t been with my boys in months. Hadn’t touched them or worshiped them properly due to them being on tour, and I was desperate.
Judging by the tent in the front of Spike’s sweatpants, he wasn’t fairing much better than I was.
I nuzzled the back of Kalin’s neck, then skimmed my nose along the column of his throat.
He shifted a little, his head shifting on Spike’s chest. After dinner, we’d moved to my bed so the three of us could cuddle together, and I was grateful for it.
I wouldn’t have to wait to get the two of them in here.
I slid my palm up Kalin’s shirt, pushing the offending fabric up until my thumb brushed his sensitive nipple. He sucked in a sharp breath, grinding back against me like he couldn’t help himself. I hissed a breath through my teeth and nipped at the nape of his neck, making him moan.
“We finally going to stop pretending like we’re not two seconds away from ripping each other’s clothes off?” Spike asked, rolling onto his side to face Kalin, displacing our boy from his chest, who grunted in displeasure at being forced to move.
“Sure fucking hope so,” I muttered. I tugged at Kalin’s shirt. “Get this off, little one.”
Kalin obediently lifted his arms, allowing me to tug his shirt up and off. I tossed it somewhere across the room, not caring where it landed. Then, he and Spike were kissing. Kalin softened between us immediately, his hands slipping beneath Spike’s shirt to touch his abs.
I leaned up on my elbows, just wanting to watch them. Spike and Kalin were so fucking beautiful together. An artist would kill to paint this kind of scene.
Spike broke away from Kalin long enough to pull his own shirt off, and then, he was rolling slightly on top of our boy to kiss him harder and deeper, all while one of his hands worked on undoing Kalin’s jeans.
I got the silent memo and helped work them down Kalin’s legs until he was bare beneath Spike, all his long legs and lean muscle on display for me to ogle.
“So fucking beautiful,” I rasped as I slid my fingers over Kalin’s hip and up his rib cage. “You going to take us both, little one?”
He whined into Spike’s mouth, his hips thrusting up against Spike’s hip.
Spike groaned and lifted his head to look at me, his lips red and kiss swollen.
Unable to help myself, I wrapped my hand around the back of Spike’s neck and tugged his lips to mine, kissing him and tasting Kalin on his tongue. Fuck.
“Guess you better stretch him well,” Spike rasped once we parted.
Then, he rolled so he was on his back and Kalin was straddling his hips.
Before Kalin could do anything, he tugged our boy down to kiss him again.
I hummed in approval before snatching the lube out of my nightstand drawer.
Then, I moved between Spike’s bent, spread thighs so I could stretch Kalin and prepare him to take us both at the same time.
Kalin loved feeling us inside him at once. It was always hard for him to fit us both at first, but once he relaxed, he was a whore for how well we stretched him. And Christ, fucking him and gliding my cock along Spike’s at the same time was enough to make me delirious every goddamn time.
Kalin moaned when I circled his rim. I groaned appreciatively as he pushed back, urging me on. Our boy knew what he wanted, and he was shameless in going after it.
“I’ve got you, little one,” I soothed right before I slipped my finger inside him.
“You’re leaking so much, baby,” Spike rasped. He slipped one of his hands between them, and Kalin whimpered. “We’ve barely started touching you, and you’re already a wet mess.”
“Spike…” Kalin moaned. “Don’t—” he gasped when I stroked my finger over that sensitive spot inside him— “tease me.”
“Tease you?” Spike shook his head. “Never, baby. But if I start jacking your dick, you’re going to come too soon, and you’re not coming until we’re both inside you and filling you up.”
Kalin fucking mewled at the mere suggestion, and my dick leaked onto the sheets. Our boy was such a needy little baby, and we both loved it so much. Couldn’t get enough of him when he was so desperate for us, he wasn’t truly aware of the things he did and said.
“More,” Kalin gasped. “Please.”
“Fuck, you always beg so prettily,” Spike groaned before kissing him again.
I did as our boy asked though, especially since he asked so sweetly, and added another finger.
He shuddered on top of Spike and thrust his cock into Spike’s hand, which was still wrapped around his dick.
Spike made a small noise in the back of his throat in approval before gripping our boy’s hair in his other hand and angling his head so he could kiss him deeper.
“You two are so fucking beautiful together,” I rasped, leaning my body over theirs, all while I fucked my fingers in and out of Kalin. “Look at you two. All perfect. So fucking pretty. All mine.”
Spike moaned, his eyes opening to look up at me, all while he continued assaulting Kalin’s mouth. After a moment, he pulled Kalin’s mouth off his and rasped, “Fucking hurry, baby, or he’s not going to last. He’s shaking.”
Kalin was. He was trying so, so hard to hold himself together for us. Such a good boy.
“Just a little longer,” I soothed, peppering kisses along Kalin’s back. “Then, we’ll fill you up and fuck you so good. That what you want, little one? Want to be stuffed full of our cocks?”
He nodded, then gasped when I slid three fingers inside him. Spike kept him distracted, kissing him and touching him while I worked on adding a fourth finger, opening Kalin up as much as I could all while I watched and admired two of the most important people in my universe be together.
“Now,” I told Spike, my voice so rough, I didn’t recognize it.
He shifted Kalin, then angled his cock, pressing it to Kalin’s hole, and I moaned as I watched him slide inside Kalin with ease. Kalin cried out, his hands fisting into the sheets on either side of Spike’s head as he tried to hold himself together.
I pressed in next to Spike’s cock, and Kalin tensed, gasping. I pressed my chest to Kalin’s back and began licking and sucking at his neck. He began relaxing between us, mewling and moaning, and the moment he softened enough, I began pressing in, forcing him open more and more.
Spike moaned, his knees trembling on either side of my hips. “Fuck. Fuck,” he gasped, his neck straining as I slid in beside him. “He’s so tight like this.”
“And you both feel like fucking heaven,” I growled, my arms shaking. “I won’t last long.”
“Fucking good,” Spike gasped. “I’m about to explode.”
“Please move,” Kalin whined, his voice strained. “I can’t—”
I eased out, then pushed back in, my eyes rolling back in my skull.
Two more strokes, and Kalin was falling apart between us, sobbing as tears rolled down his cheeks.
His hole fluttered around us, tightening, and Spike and I came at the same time.
Feeling Spike’s cock throb in the tightness surrounding us had my eyes rolling back in my head.
Kalin’s arms gave out, and he collapsed on top of Spike, shaking and gasping for air.
“Easy,” I managed, breathing just as heavily. I’d barely lasted five whole strokes, but I couldn’t bring myself to be embarrassed. Months. Fucking months I’d gone without being with them like this. No fucking way I could’ve lasted any longer.
“He needs a shower,” Spike rasped.
I nodded as I gently eased out of Kalin. “We all do. But give me a minute. I’m fucking old.”
Spike breathed a laugh as he wound his arms around Kalin’s limp body. A moment later, Kalin snored, making me chuckle. Bathing him was about to be a chore, but I knew if we didn’t, he’d wake up in the middle of the night, moody and irritable because his skin was tacky with sweat and cum.
“I really missed you, little tiger,” I said softly, looking down at Spike and hoping he could see the love and sincerity in my gaze.
Spike’s eyes softened. “I missed you, too, baby,” he whispered. “So fucking much.”
Reaching out, I caressed his cheek. “Next time you two go on tour, I’m getting a bus for the three of us and going with you.”
Spike arched a brow at me. “What about the office?”
I waved him off as I eased off the bed, my legs feeling a little unsteady. “I’ll fly back for anything super important. But I’m not going through this again. I don’t like being apart from you two.”
“We don’t like it either,” Spike told me. “And I’m not sure Kalin can handle it again. He doesn’t do well when the three of us are apart.”
I leaned down to softly kiss him. Spike submitted easily, his lips opening beneath mine and allowing me to lead him. Fuck, he was so perfect. “Good thing the three of us won’t have to deal with it again,” I murmured against his lips.
Spike smiled, and my heart fucking flipped in my chest.