Wisdom's Allegiance

by M. D. Grimm

  “Easy,” Talon whispered, sliding his hand along Dexter’s stomach. “Don’t be stingy.”

  “S-stingy?”

  Talon kissed his ear. “We’re all getting naked, Dex. It’s only fair.”

  Orion rose to his knees and slid his tongue over Dexter’s nipples. Dexter tangled his hands in Orion’s curly hair and hissed when Orion pinched one nipple while sucking the other. He flinched when Talon lowered the zipper of his pants and yanked them down. His underwear swiftly followed, and then he was naked, vulnerable. Before he could shove them away and bolt, Orion encircled his shaft with slim fingers and stroked, still tormenting his nipples with his tongue.

  Talon climbed on the bed, naked as well, and Dexter felt slightly better for that. Slim muscle definition prevented Talon from being skin and bones, and the soft light emphasized each curve and dip. Dexter grew harder within Orion’s hand.

  “Damn,” he whispered roughly.

  Talon smiled and winked at him as he divested Orion of his clothes. It wasn’t long before they were all naked, and Orion and Talon tugged Dexter to the bed, rolling him onto his back.

  With his heart hammering against his ribs, Dexter tried to keep from gasping for breath and was unsuccessful. He stared at Talon and Orion and gripped Orion’s thighs when he straddled Dexter’s waist.

  “You two are so hot,” he murmured.

  “You’re not so bad yourself,” Orion said, kissing him playfully.

  Dexter pulled away, and Talon swept in, kissing with demand. He was more violent in his kisses, and Dexter wasn’t complaining. Then Talon pulled back, and Orion returned, licking and nipping, his little giggles music to Dexter’s ears. Then Orion moaned. Dexter pulled away far enough to see Talon behind Orion and… there was a bottle of lube in his hand. Orion bowed his back, another moan breaking from him. Dexter suddenly knew what Talon was doing.

  “Can I…. I want to see,” Dexter said before he could bite his tongue.

  Orion’s eyes popped open, and he looked hungry, his eyes literally glowing. “Sí. Watch me.” Then he flipped over on his back, and Dexter sat up in time to see Talon push two fingers into Orion’s willing ass. Orion spread his legs and lifted his knees, exposing himself wantonly, his fists clenched in the sheets.

  “See how greedy his ass is?” Talon said, voice rough.

  Dexter nodded dazedly as Orion was finger fucked and apparently enjoyed the hell out of it.

  “I’m afraid it will take both of us to satisfy his needy ass,” Talon said, watching Orion with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

  With only desire ruling his actions, Dexter leaned closer and slipped Orion’s cock into his mouth. Orion whimpered and thrashed his head from side to side. Then he squealed, jerking his hips up.

  “And there’s your prostate,” Talon said with a smirk.

  Dexter kept his eyes open, and as he sucked Orion’s tip, laving it with his tongue, Talon added a third finger and mercilessly thrust in and out. Orion grew harder in Dexter’s mouth until precome dripped on his tongue.

  “Ay mierde! I need to be fucked!” Orion said, pleading.

  “I believe he wants you to do the honors,” Talon said to Dexter.

  Orion nodded frantically. “Por favor, Dex. I want to ride you!”

  Dexter raised his head. “God, yes.”

  “Lie back,” Talon said with a gentle nudge to his shoulder.

  Dexter lay down again, and Talon removed his fingers. Orion lay there for a moment, taking deep breaths, and then rolled over and straddled Dexter once again, his expression manic and possessed. He devoured Dexter’s mouth as Talon rolled a condom on his cock and slicked it with lube.

  Then Orion lowered himself, and Dexter was suddenly sheathed inside Orion’s hot channel. Jesus. Christ. He gasped and gripped Orion’s hips. Orion broke the kiss and sat up, rocking gently, grinning wide. He grabbed Dexter’s hands and placed them on his chest.

  “Watch me. Don’t take your eyes off me.”

  Then he rode, an expert in his craft. His hips should have been illegal. His pace was steady and gradually built Dexter’s orgasm, layering it with every rock and squeeze. Dexter could only watch, just as Orion demanded he do. He vaguely noticed Talon kneeling beside them, stroking his cock, the light in his eyes feral.

  “Oh, Dex,” Orion said breathlessly. “I feel you. You’re so thick and hard. Me siente perfecto.”

  Never would Dexter have thought he’d receive such praise, not this sort, and certainly not from such men.

  “You feel good,” Dexter said through gritted teeth. “So hot and, God, perfect.”

  Orion gasped and rode harder.

  “So fucking hot,” Talon said on a groan.

  As Orion’s orgasm neared, the dim light caused Dexter to think Orion’s skin moved and slithered, as if the muscles under the skin were restless and alive. And his glowing eyes, which also had to be the way the light reflected off the irises. It didn’t matter. It was sexy as hell.

  He gripped Orion’s cock as he got closer, but Talon tugged his hand away.

  “You come.” Orion locked their gazes. “You come for me. Ahora!”

  Dexter cried out and jerked his hips up as his orgasm crashed over him like a tsunami. He melted onto the bed, a sweaty, trembling heap. Panting, Orion leaned over and kissed him, nuzzling his face, petting his hair. Dexter slipped out of Orion’s welcoming heat. He managed to lift his hands and clutch Orion to him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and back. Orion snuggled in, and only a moment passed before he moaned again.

  Dexter opened his eyes and widened them when he realized Talon was pushing inside Orion. He straddled Dexter’s legs, and with swift, practiced moves, he was buried to the root inside Orion’s ass. Dexter’s knee-jerk reaction was to tell the guy to back the fuck off, but the way Orion wiggled his hips and mewled told Dexter that Orion was game.

  “Keep ahold of him,” Talon said. “Don’t let him go.”

  Dexter tightened his hold, and Orion’s moans pitched higher and higher as Talon gripped his hips and pounded into him. He was soon sobbing, gripping Dexter’s shoulders, unable to control or stop the hammering. Dexter was overwhelmed. This was the hottest thing he’d ever seen—Talon fucking Orion while they were both on top of him. Talon granted no mercy, and the slap of his balls against Orion’s willing ass made Dexter’s head spin and his own cock try to harden again. It also didn’t help that Orion’s solid cock was sliding along his stomach, dripping and about to explode.

  “Talon, por favor! Oh por favor!” Orion sobbed, face buried in Dexter’s chest.

  Feeling bolder than he ever had in his life, Dexter met Talon’s eyes. “I want to suck him while he explodes.”

  Talon’s grin was wide and wicked. He gripped Orion’s shoulders, and Dexter let go. Talon shuffled Orion forward just enough, still moving inside him, and Dexter captured Orion in his mouth. Orion slammed his hands against the mattress and sharply cried out, being fucked and sucked at the same time. Every thrust of Talon jammed Orion’s cock deeper into his throat, and Dexter couldn’t be more thrilled, the sexiness of the interlude enough to blow his mind.

  He wanted to give these men pleasure since they gave it to him merely by being who they were, and wanting him.

  Dexter gripped Orion’s hips, hands bumping against Talon’s. Then in a move oddly tender considering the situation, Talon slipped his hands over Dexter’s and gripped tightly. Unifying them.

  Not long after that, Orion came with a scream, shooting down Dexter’s throat. Talon jerked once more before coming, gritting his teeth and shuddering. Dexter slipped his hands up Orion’s ribs, stroking tenderly. They untangled themselves and lay flat on the bed, panting in contented silence.

  Orion rolled over with a moan and snuggled close to Dexter’s side. “I don’t think I will be able to walk tomorrow,” he said, his voice sexily raspy.

  “Sorry,” Dexter said.

  Orion chuckled. “Not you. Mr. Brute over there.”

  Talon tu
rned his head, smirking. “I didn’t hear you complaining when I shoved balls deep in your ass. You should know by now, little elf, that when you stick your sweet ass up like that, I’m going to fuck it.”

  Orion giggled and nuzzled Dexter’s neck. “How are you, Dex?”

  Dexter blew out a breath. “On cloud nine. I’ll come down in a day or two.”

  They chuckled, and Talon leaned over to kiss both of them. He lingered a moment to press his forehead against Dexter’s. Then without a word, he stood and walked out of the bedroom. He had a lean, tight ass Dexter wanted to grab.

  “Is he all right?” Dexter asked, still not sure how to read Talon at times. However, if the past night was any indication, Talon had a surprisingly kind and sincere side to him. His patience was also endearing when Dexter nearly had a breakdown.

  “He’s happy,” Orion said. “Trust me.” He paused. “Actually I think he’s scheming about how soon he can claim your ass.”

  Dexter jerked and met Orion’s gaze with wide eyes. “What?”

  Orion stroked his cheek. “Don’t be afraid. He’s really good at it. You just saw that for yourself. He’ll be a lot gentler with you, obviously.”

  “Indeed I will,” Talon said as he came back with a damp washcloth. Orion lay back and giggled as Talon wiped him and then moaned and stretched when Talon swept the cloth between his legs, against his hole. Dexter watched, aroused. But when Talon moved toward him, Dexter froze and sat up with a hand lifted in defense.

  “I can do that myself.”

  Talon frowned, looking disappointed. Dexter flushed even as Orion sat up, frowning at him too.

  “It’s okay,” Orion said. “He hasn’t really gotten to play with you yet.”

  Dexter’s flush deepened.

  Talon shrugged and offered a small smile. “Whatever makes you feel comfortable, Dex.” He placed the cloth in his hand and stepped back. “I think we all need some water.” He left.

  Dexter refused to meet Orion’s gaze as he wiped himself down. Orion knelt on the bed and wrapped his arms around Dexter’s neck, hugging him from behind.

  “We like you. Believe us, por favor.”

  Dexter blew out a breath. “I know. Kind of hard to argue that fact now, right? But think about it: a lifetime’s worth of feeling inadequate, and then suddenly two hot, accomplished guys find you interesting? I’m working on it. Still think this is some lucid dream.”

  Orion petted his chest, pressing their cheeks together. Talon returned with glasses of water and sat next to them, expression blank, and sipped his water. Orion knelt back so he could drink, and Dexter stared into his glass. Only he could change himself; no one else could. If he had any hope of a future with these men, he had to want it as well and stop looking for the other shoe to drop.

  “I do want you to fuck me,” he said quietly.

  They both stared at him.

  “I’m just, um, nervous. That’s allowed, right?”

  Talon kissed his temple. “Yes, of course it is. I’m not pressuring you. You tell me when you’re ready, and I’ll be right there with the lube.”

  Dexter nodded, feeling exhaustion cloud his mind. The way Talon gently stroked his hair wasn’t helping either. He tried to stifle a yawn, but it didn’t work.

  “You need sleep,” Talon said, and they helped him back on the bed.

  “I should go home—”

  “Not a chance,” Orion said and pulled Dexter’s arm around him, insisting Dexter spoon him from behind. “I want my cuddle bear.”

  Dexter closed his eyes and smiled. “Cuddle bear?”

  “Yep.” Orion snuggled against him and closed his eyes.

  Talon lay down behind him, and after a light stroke of his knuckles down Dexter’s spine, Talon was still. Dexter vaguely wondered if he could fall asleep between two bodies, and then he was out.

  Chapter Eight

  TALON WOKE first, and after tugging on pants and a quick trip to the bathroom, he started the coffee. He opened the fridge and was contemplating what to make for breakfast when Dexter stumbled in, eyes heavy and still blurry, wearing his wrinkled shirt and pants. Talon raised an eyebrow, wondering how quickly he could work those clothes back off. His owl was still annoyed he hadn’t fully claimed Dexter yet. It hooted with irritation, and Talon told it to shut the hell up.

  “Give the coffee a minute,” he said.

  “Okay.” Dexter got a glass of water instead and sipped it, looking anywhere but Talon, obviously uncomfortable.

  Talon leaned back against the counter. “Something wrong?”

  “What? No. Just… I don’t know.”

  Talon tilted his head to the side. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. This is your first morning after.”

  The flush that colored his cheeks was charming, and Talon smiled.

  “We don’t have regrets, Dex, so relax. Trust me, if we had time and you were game, I’d have your ass this morning. Unfortunately finals have officially begun, and Orion and I have to be on campus by ten.”

  Dexter stared at him for a moment before swallowing hard. “Oh, right.”

  Talon raised an eyebrow. “I’m always going to speak bluntly. About time you get used to it. I detest games and wasteful flirtation. I want your ass, but I can wait patiently until you give me the green light.”

  The coffee machine beeped that it was finished. Talon poured a mug for Dexter first.

  “Cream or sugar?”

  “Uh, um. No. Just black.”

  Talon smiled. “Good man.” He handed the mug to Dex and poured his own. They sipped in silence, Talon letting Dexter align his thoughts.

  “It was great,” Dexter said quietly. “Last night was great. It was wonderful, actually. I want more nights like that.”

  Talon set down his mug and gently took Dexter’s, placing it on the counter. Then he cupped Dexter’s face and forced him to meet his gaze.

  “We want that too. I speak for Orion as well. It’s been a while since we’ve clicked with a third so quickly and passionately.”

  Dexter frowned. “How many others have there been?”

  Talon stroked Dexter’s cheeks with his thumbs, his postcoital bliss outweighing his discomfort with affectionate touches. Besides, he knew Dexter needed to be reassured and tended to.

  “A few. Orion and I always knew we needed a third person to bridge the gap, to make us complete. So all our needs can be met. Sometimes two is not enough.”

  “So… what am I to you, exactly?”

  “Our boyfriend.”

  “But—”

  “He’s worried we’ll grow tired of him and dump him,” Orion said as he strode into the kitchen, looking no worse for the wear despite having had two men fuck his ass. He turned to Dexter and kissed him sweetly. “Dex, I can’t predict what the future brings, but I guarantee we want someone for the rest of our lives. Right, Talon?”

  “Right.” Talon laid a hand on Dexter’s shoulder. “We want a permanent partner.”

  “We’re not players,” Orion said and kissed Dexter again. “We’re searching for someone who will end our search.”

  “And you think that’s me?” Dexter croaked.

  “Maybe,” Talon said.

  “I hope so,” Orion said and nuzzled Dexter’s nose. “I like you.”

  Talon knew by the way Orion gazed at Dexter that it was more than that. His little elf had fallen in love. The headfirst tumble nothing stopped and either ended in bliss or misery. Talon knew he wasn’t there himself yet, but he suspected the more time he spent with Dexter, the more he’d fall as well.

  So now the question was: what did Dexter feel for them?

  They had a quiet breakfast, with Talon and Orion leading the conversation about the stress of finals. Dexter listened with a smile but seemed to be lost in thought most of the time. Then he perked up when all the plates were empty.

  “Do you also speak Spanish, Talon?”

  “No. I mean, I understand some words since I have this one around”—he po
inted to Orion—“but I’m no language geek. I was raised in an English-speaking household.”

  “And I was raised in a Spanish one.” Orion shrugged. “I grew up bilingual, Spanish at home, English in school, and a mixture during family gatherings. I enjoy confusing Talon whenever I can. Much of my extended familia live in Mexico while my los padres and hermanas live in New Mexico. ”

  “His parents and sisters live in New Mexico,” Talon said by way of translation. “My parents live not too far from them. We grew up in Albuquerque.”

  Dexter snickered.

  “What?”

  “Sorry, just thought of those Bugs Bunny cartoons. You know, ‘I knew I should have taken that left turn at Albuquerque.’”

  Orion laughed and Talon rolled his eyes.

  “Do you speak any other languages?” Orion asked.

  Dexter shook his head. “I learned a little German for my English major, but I don’t remember any of it.”

  “Math is its own language,” Talon said. “The language of the universe.”

  Dexter grinned, and it was Orion’s turn to roll his eyes. “Do you have any siblings?”

  Talon shook his head. “Only child. But since I grew up blocks away from most of my cousins, and Orion’s family, it felt like I had siblings.”

  A moment of silence passed, and Dexter sipped his coffee. “Do your families celebrate Christmas?”

  Talon and Orion exchanged a glance.

  “No,” Talon said. “But we do celebrate New Year’s like crazy people. That’s our big holiday gathering. Why?”

  “No reason, just curious.” Dexter smiled slightly. “Trying to get to know you a little more, I guess.”

  “Do you?” Orion asked, leaning forward.

  “Sure, my family’s big on Christmas.”

  “So you’re traveling to them this year?” Orion asked, looking sad.

  “No, actually. I don’t think so. I’d rather be here. They don’t… we don’t connect. We never have.”

  “I’m sorry.” Orion gripped Dexter’s hand.