Travis
TRAVIS
I untied Jasper’s hands and checked he was in one piece before I lifted him from the floor and carried him on shaky legs to bed, then I went back for Finn, placing him down next to Jasper. They both lay there, chests heaving, bodies glistening with sweat, eyes closed, a look of contentment on both their faces that gave me a sense of satisfaction because I’d put it there.
I thought about cleaning us all up, but there was something primal about having them both dripping with come, so instead, I got us all water and climbed into bed with them, pulling Finn so he was practically laying on me like I knew he loved and wrapping my fingers in Jasper’s so I didn’t overstimulate him.
“You both need to drink some water,” I whispered, placing a kiss on both their heads.
“Can’t move,” Jasper muttered. “Broken. So good. So, so good. Best night ever. Love you.”
“Love you,” Finn replied, his voice slurring with sleep.
I paused, wondering if they’d meant it or whether it was a post-sex rambling that didn’t mean what I wanted it to. But I decided not to overthink it.
“Love you two, too.”
The silence of the ocean lulled me to sleep, and I loved the idea that it was just the three of us out here.
Although we weren’t as alone as we thought we were.