Ryker
Waking up in bed with Freddie and my brother is the best feeling in the world. Rolling over with the intent to rush downstairs and make them breakfast isn’t.
The flare of pain in my back isn’t. It’s so bright I’m blinded for a moment. I manage to stand but it doesn’t help my situation. Beneath the horrible ringing in my ears, I pick out my name.
“I’m fine,” I whisper.
“You’re not fine,” Liam whisper-growls back.
He gets up and comes round to my side of the bed looking thoroughly unimpressed at my bent-over stance. I’m most comfortable at a forty-five-degree angle, but I straighten under Liam’s judgment to prove I am in fact fine.
He shakes his head. “You’re an idiot.”
“It took you over thirty years to realise that?”
“Ryker, I knew you were an idiot before I knew what words were . . . What were you doing leaping out of bed like that anyway?”
“I wanted to make you both breakfast.”
Freddie’s still out of it in bed, and we take a moment to gaze at him before remembering we’re mid conversation.
“Heat rub,” Liam orders.
We glance around and Liam finds the tube beneath the bed. I can do it myself, but Liam has other ideas and squirts a generous amount into his palm.
“Turn around.”
I sigh as I do, and he rubs it into my lower back with efficiency, not sexiness. “Was it the window hitting you?”
“That, and how I picked Freddie up off the floor. I didn’t have much leverage on the ladder.”
“Don’t they teach you to bend your knees to life heavy items?”
“Hey,” Freddie murmurs. “I’m not heavy . . .” He sits up, blinks owlishly, then says, “Or an item.”
I smile his way. “You’d be worth a million dollars if you were.”
“Only a million?” he asks. A deep crease appears at the top of his nose as he takes us in and what we’re doing. “I can do that,” he says, flinging off the duvet.
“No,” Liam says. “He’ll get overexcited if you start touching him again and mess up his back even more.”
Freddie pulls the duvet back over himself—over his crotch to be specific—but neither Liam nor I mention it.
Without arousal or heightened emotions, he’s still self-conscious being naked around us.
He goes one step further and draws his covered knees up to his chest as he rests against the top of the bed.
Liam stops rubbing cream into my back in favour of watching Freddie, then his eyes flick to mine and there’s a question in them. A worried one.
“I thought I’d make pancakes for breakfast,” I say to test the mood. “I’ve got blueberries in the freezer, and maple syrup in the cupboard.”
It’s Freddie’s favourite combination, but his face doesn’t light up. His stomach doesn’t even rumble, which I find offensive. My pancakes are worthy of at least a groan from either gut or vocal cord.
“What’s wrong?” I ask while carefully easing myself down to sit on the corner of the bed. Liam grabs my sweatpants from the floor and yanks them on, no doubt believing our nakedness isn’t helping with whatever is distracting Freddie from the best breakfast in existence.
Freddie smooths the creased duvet over his knees. He’s more interested in that than looking at us. “What . . . what happens now?” he asks.
“Pancakes.”
The furrow above Freddie’s nose deepens. “I meant after that . . .”
I could go on along this line, reply with lunch, then dinner, but Freddie doesn’t look to be in a joking mood, and if I go down that route, Liam will probably kill me.
“You mean between us?”
Freddie nods.
“What do you want to happen?” I ask.
Liam tenses beside me. There’s a lot that could do wrong with that question, but last night, watching Freddie beneath Liam, feeling how turned on Freddie was, there’s no way he regrets what happened. You can’t come like that then wish it away the next day.
“You tell me what you want to happen,” Freddie counters.
“No, no, no,” I murmur. “That’s not how this works. There are three of us, so we’ve all got to say what we want out of this.” I smirk at Liam. “Including you.”
“I already said what I want,” Liam replies.
“To fuck me,” Freddie says.
Liam tilts his head. “To fuck you forever, actually. I thought you enjoyed last night.”
“I loved it,” Freddie blurts, then immediately turns tomato red.
He groans and presses his face to the duvet.
While he’s distracted, Liam mouths at me, “What’s going on?
” I’d be lying if I knew one hundred percent, but I’ve got an inkling Freddie likes to be direct in relationships.
He wants to know exactly what this is from the beginning.
“Freddie,” I start, and I wait until he lifts his head before continuing. “We love you . . .”
“I love you too,” he says, glancing at both of us before ducking his gaze again.
“I know this is new,” I tell him. “There’s a lot to . . . figure out, but we want you.”
“Want me to be what?”
“Ours,” Liam says.
“Your what?” Freddie bites his lip.
Ah, I think I understand now. This goes back to when we were in secondary school.
Freddie had been seeing a girl, thought they were an item only to be shocked to find her kissing another boy in a stairwell.
He hadn’t asked her out. They weren’t official.
Which meant his being upset was completely unjustified in her eyes.
I snort. “Boyfriend.”
I let that word hang there. Freddie’s mouth lifts with the start of a smile.
“What?” I ask.
He shrugs. “You can’t just assume.”
I roll my eyes dramatically. “Freddie, will you be our boyfriend?”
Freddie’s eyes sparkle. He hums, then replies, “I’ll think about it . . .”
“Bullshit,” Liam growls, crawling onto the bed. He stalks Freddie until his head is over Freddie’s bent knees, looking feral. “You already are.”
Rather than look scared, Freddie grins. “And where am I going to live?”
Liam rests his chin on the duvet stretched between Freddie’s knees. He’s gone from terrifying beast to begging dog. “Here. Obviously.”
“You’ve got to ask me,” Freddie says.
I smirk and carefully move up the bed. “Will you move in with us?”
Freddie glances between us. “I’ll think about it.”
“Bullshit,” Liam growls again. “You’re here, and we’re not letting you go. I’ll handcuff you to the bed if you try to leave.”
Freddie shivers, and breaks eye contact with Liam.
“I thinks he likes the idea,” I say, joining them further up the bed. “It turns him on.” I nudge Freddie with my elbow. “The thought of being restrained and touched by us . . .”
Liam lifts his head, then tugs at the duvet until it slips down Freddie’s shins exposing his erection. “I think you’re right, Ryker . . .”
“We’ve got ourselves a pillow princess . . .”
Freddie’s knees knock together. “I don’t even know what that means.”
“It means I’m going to suck your dick now, and you’re going to love it,” Liam replies as he opens Freddie’s legs and ducks down with his mouth wide open.
“Definitions may vary,” I laugh.
Liam starts sucking Freddie slowly, his preferred way to do anything sexual, but I want Freddie to have it hard and messy, so I push my brother’s head down, forcing him to take Freddie deep.
Liam doesn’t protest, and I grab hold of his hair to push him on and pull him off Freddie’s cock over and over, gaining momentum.
I’m using my brother’s mouth as if it were my fist—fast, deep strokes to get Freddie off.
The sound is filthy and wet, and I kiss Freddie hard while listening to him groan and my brother splutter on his cock.
It’s over in a matter of seconds, and Freddie collapses against the headboard with a thump. He’s panting hard, and I use the duvet to mop his sweaty brow. He’s flushed and smiling with a dazed look in his eyes.
Liam lifts his head while licking Freddie from his lips. “Really?”
I shrug. “What can I say. I’m eager for blueberry pancakes . . .”
Liam laughs, he actually laughs, and I’m stunned silent for a moment. “Does that mean you don’t want a hand job this morning?”
“Woah,” I say. “Be reasonable.”
Liam gestures to Freddie who startles. "Me?"
"Yes, you," Liam confirms.
Freddie is cautious and sweet and it takes a lot for me not to flip him over and jerk off onto his chest. Liam shoots me a stern look, a 'don't misbehave' glare so I lay there, clutching the bed sheets to make sure I don't try to touch, and let Freddie get his bearings.
His hand is soft, and my arousal helps it rub smoothly against my sensitive skin.
It's heaven on earth, and when he starts to use both, I sink down with a groan.
It's all the encouragement he needs.
“Do you want to taste him, Freddie?” Liam asks.
Freddie’s hands stop on my cock. “What?”
I shake my head. “You don’t have to.”
“Do exactly what you're doing, he likes it, and run your tongue over the head of his cock.”
Freddie looks at Liam, then me, then my cock.
He lowers his mouth so tentatively that I think I might ejaculate in his face before he gets to me.
He keeps bringing both hands down on me, and I'm on the edge of orgasm before Freddie tries a firmer pass with his tongue.
A jolt of electricity goes through me. I moan so loudly I swear the room shakes.
“Easy,” Liam says, and he takes hold of my hip to pin me to the mattress. "Don't hurt yourself."
He knows I want to fuck upwards, take Freddie’s mouth, get his face wet with my precum, but I’ve got to control myself. Freddie is shy, and self-conscious, I can tell by the small kitten licks he’s giving me, barely touching, just about tasting, and my precum is tacky, sticking to his tongue.
It's new and I want him to like it.
“Please, babe,” I breathe. “More.”
“More?” Freddie asks, unsure, a little worried maybe.
“Firmer, longer, more. I need more of your mouth.”
I’m aware I’m incoherent now, blubbering nonsensical orders.
Liam chuckles. “Can you take him in your mouth, Freddie? Just the tip of his cock. It doesn’t need to be more, not with you jerking him like that.”
I don’t hear Freddie’s answer, I feel it. His lips slide over my crown. Keeping tight to my skin, they trap me inside him, and I wait for the touch of his tongue.
“Go crazy,” Liam says. “Lick and flick, and twirl and flutter, and maybe give him a little suck. He’s coming, no doubt about it. Whatever you do to him with his cock in your mouth, he’ll come, and he’ll come hard.”
Freddie does it all to me, following Liam’s direction, and when he sucks me, I explode, throwing myself back into the headboard.
Freddie pulls off me, licking his lips as my cock shoots my load.
I don’t try to fight against the feeling to elongate the pleasure.
It washes over me, and I slump, sighing into post-orgasmic bliss.
Liam glares at me.
“What?” I say.
“I wish you’d stay still. Your back isn’t going to get any better if you keep doing that.”
“I guess Freddie’s got to stop making me come, then.” My words catch up to me fast. “I take it back!”
Liam raises an eyebrow.
“Was that . . . was that okay?” Freddie asks.
“Incredible,” I say, as I stroke his hair. “How was it for you?”
Freddie licks his lips like he can still taste me. “Different.”
“Good different?”
He frowns then hits us with a coy smile. “The kind of different where I want to do it again and again to both of you . . .”
I glance at Liam, who pushes his chest out proudly, and I lean forward with my hand poised for a high five, only for a sharp jolt of pain to hit my spine.
“Freddie and I will clean up, then we’ll make the pancakes and find you some more painkillers,” Liam says. “You stay here and rest your back. Sound good?”
“That depends . . .” I say.
Liam’s shoulders slump. “On what?”
“Will you arrange the blueberries into a smiling face?”
Liam glares at me like he’s considering clocking me in the jaw.
“I will,” Freddie beams. “The syrup can be the hair.”
“And the moustache,” I add. “I like my pancake people with moustaches.”
Liam shakes his head. “You two are so fucking weird.”
“Get used to it,” Freddie says, planting a smack of a kiss to Liam’s cheek. He slips out of bed as Liam moves in slow motion, first touching his cheek, then smiling softly.
“You better go after our boyfriend,” I tell him, and he goes, but not without giving me a once-over with his eyes.
I don’t say I’m fine because I fear Liam might ban me from further sexual activity with Freddie, but if he’d asked how I was feeling, I would’ve told him I’m the happiest I’ve ever felt, and it wouldn’t have been a lie.