Epilogue Home #4
I move without thinking, pressing against Kieran’s side, and I kiss him slow, deep, my tongue sweeping against his.
His lips are slack, unresponsive at first, then they move, catching up, kissing me back with a desperation that makes my chest ache.
His hand finds the back of my neck, gripping, holding me against him, and I kiss him through it, through every thrust Nick delivers, through every broken sound that Nick punches out of him.
Nick fucks him hard, all raw driving force, his hips snapping forward with the same power he uses on the field.
The bed shakes. The headboard knocks against the wall in a steady, rhythmic thud, and Kieran’s body moves with each impact, his hips lifting, his chest pressing into mine, his cock twitching against my stomach where our bodies meet.
I pull back from his mouth and look down. His chest is heaving, the tattoos shifting with each breath, and the piercings in his nipples catch the light, small metal bars through the dark tight buds. I lower my head and take one into my mouth.
The sound Kieran makes is immediate, high and broken, and his hand flies to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair.
I suck gently, my tongue circling the metal, the bar hard against my lips, and his whole body jerks beneath me.
His back arches, pushing his chest into my mouth, and I suck harder, flicking the piercing with the tip of my tongue, and his hand tightens in my hair, pulling me closer.
“Chase.”
I switch to the other one. My mouth closing around the second piercing, my teeth grazing the metal, and Kieran’s hips buck up off the mattress.
Nick’s thrusts are driving him into my mouth with every stroke, and I suck and lick and bite, working his nipples while Nick works his ass.
Kieran is coming apart between us, his body shaking, his breath coming in sharp punched-out gasps, his hand white-knuckled in my hair.
“Look at him,” Nick says above us, his hips never slowing. “Look at what you do to him. Look how pretty he is when he falls apart.”
I look. Kieran’s face is flushed dark, his jaw clenched, his eyes squeezed shut.
His cock twitches against my stomach, once, twice, and then he’s coming again, his spent cock pulsing helplessly, a thin stream of cum spurting out and landing on his own stomach.
His whole body convulses beneath me, his hips jerking, his back arching off the mattress, and the sound that tears out of him is raw and broken and new.
“Fuck. Fuck, Nick, I can’t—I can’t stop—”
Nick’s hips slam forward, burying himself to the root, and his hands grip Kieran’s hips hard enough to bruise. His chest is heaving, sweat dripping from his jaw onto Kieran’s chest, and his voice drops to a growl.
“I’m gonna fill you up,” Nick says, his hips rolling forward in deep, grinding thrusts. “Gonna mark you from the inside. Gonna make sure you feel me for days. You’re mine, Kieran. Mine.”
“Please,” Kieran begs. The word is wrecked, and there’s no pride left anywhere in it. His hands are fisted in the sheets, his knuckles white, his body shaking through the aftershocks of his second orgasm.
Nick’s rhythm falters. His hips stutter, then surge forward one final time, and I feel the moment he comes, his whole body locking, the deep guttural groan that tears out of him, his hands gripping Kieran’s hips so hard his fingers go white.
His cock pulses inside Kieran, thick and heavy, and I watch Kieran’s face, his mouth falling open, his eyes rolling back, his body going slack beneath Nick’s weight.
They stay like that for a long moment. Nick buried deep, his forehead dropped to Kieran’s collarbone, his chest heaving. Kieran is boneless beneath him, his eyes closed, his lips parted, cum still leaking from his cock onto his stomach. The room is quiet except for the two of them breathing.
Then Nick pulls free and moves.
His hands find Kieran’s shoulders, and he flips him, one smooth, powerful motion that rolls Kieran onto his stomach.
Kieran goes limp, his face pressing into the pillow, his ass in the air, Nick’s cum already leaking from his hole in thick, white rivulets down his inner thighs. Nick grabs the back of my neck.
“Clean him up,” Nick says, his fingers tight in my hair. “Eat him out. Every drop.”
He shoves my face down.
My mouth hits Kieran’s hole before I’ve fully processed the command, and the taste of Nick’s cum floods my tongue, bitter and thick and warm, and my whole head goes quiet.
I moan against Kieran’s skin, my tongue flattening against his rim, licking up the mess leaking from him, and the sound Kieran makes is guttural, his hips pushing back into my face.
“Chase, fuck.”
I don’t stop. My tongue works his hole, lapping up the cum, pushing past his rim and into the tight, wet heat of him.
I tongue-fuck him, my lips sealed around his rim, sucking the cum from inside him, and my whole body is vibrating, my cock throbbing against the mattress, untouched and aching.
The taste of Nick inside Kieran, the sound Kieran is making above me, the grip of Nick’s hand in my hair holding me exactly where he wants me.
It’s too much and not enough and perfect.
Nick’s free hand finds my ass. His fingers are slick, lube or spit or both, and two of them push into me without warning. The stretch is immediate, his thick fingers spreading me open, and he crooks them forward, finding my prostate with devastating accuracy.
Pleasure explodes through me, white-hot and blinding, radiating from where his fingers are pressing against that spot inside me. My tongue falters against Kieran’s hole, my mouth going slack, and a guttural sound tears out of me that vibrates against Kieran’s skin.
“Keep going,” Nick growls, and his fingers press harder, massaging my prostate in slow, deliberate circles while my tongue works Kieran’s hole. “You’re not done until he’s clean.”
I obey. My tongue pushes deeper into Kieran, fucking him open, lapping up every drop of Nick’s cum I can reach.
Kieran is shaking beneath me, his hips rocking back into my mouth, his hands fisted in the pillow, and the sounds he’s making are wrecked, high thin whimpers that don’t sound like him at all.
Nick’s fingers work my prostate with relentless precision, and the pleasure builds so fast my vision starts to go white. My cock is leaking a steady stream onto the mattress, untouched, and I’m moaning against Kieran’s hole, the vibrations making him jerk and gasp above me.
“Good boy,” Nick says above me, and his fingers press harder, and I come, hard, pulsing, my cock jerking against the mattress, cum splashing across the sheets beneath me.
The orgasm rolls through me in waves, each one amplified by Nick’s fingers on my prostate, and I keep my mouth on Kieran through it all, my tongue still working his hole, because Nick told me to and I don’t stop until he says so.
Kieran’s body convulses beneath my mouth.
His hole clenches around my tongue, and the aftershock moves through him, a full-body shudder that starts in his shoulders and rolls down his spine.
His hand finds the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair, and he holds me there while I lick him clean.
Nick’s fingers slip from my ass. The emptiness is sharp, but the taste of him on my tongue is enough. I pull back slowly, my lips dragging across Kieran’s rim, and I look up.
Nick is watching me. His eyes are dark, intense, his chest still heaving. His cock is softening against his thigh, slick and spent, and the look on his face is possessive and almost reverent.
Kieran rolls onto his back and groans. “Fuck, you two are filthy and I love it.” And I crawl up and tuck myself into his arms.
“So, you’re moving in?” I ask.
“It is free rent,” Nick adds. “Chase owns the place. We cover utilities.”
Kieran laughs. “Tempting. I’ll think about it.”
“Is that a yes?” I ask.
“It’s not a no,” Nick says cheerfully.
“No,” Kieran says. “It’s not a no. Sleeping every night with the two men I love has a certain appeal.”
“That sounds like a yes,” I say.
“Fine. It’s a yes,” Kieran whispers.
I smile and bury my face against his chest as Nick settles into the bed behind me, and I’m warm and sated and hopeful for a future with the two of them.