by Quin Perin
Ronan approached him, tilting up his chin. “For our scene tonight, I want you to have your head up. You can meet my eyes, Knox’s eyes, and even Jamie’s eyes.”
His eyes popped wide. Oh, god. That would make everything so much more intimate, not to mention sexy as fuck. When he didn’t respond, Ronan said, “Tell me you understand, boy.”
Fuck. “I understand. Sorry, Sir.”
Ronan smiled and gripped his chin. “It’s alright. I know you’re not always permitted to do that, but it’s how I’d like to play tonight. Why don’t you go get us some refreshments, hmm?”
Knowing he was being asked to serve alone because of what he was wearing and how serving made him feel with all eyes on him, he shuddered and took a deep breath. He began with the Doms and ended with Jamie, asking for their drink orders and ended up pouring them all a glass of the wine Sir had brought. Finding a tray and remembering Ronan had said refreshments, not just drinks, he put a couple bowls on the tray for crackers and added several wedges of cheese to a cheese tray, placing it between the bowls.
Walking across the room, all talking stopped and three sets of eyes were on his every move as he handed each glass over and set the bowls of snacks on the narrow table between the two small couches. The seating arrangement was intimate. Two couches facing each other, and two chairs on either end of them, facing each other. He went to kneel on the floor when Knox shook his head. “Take off the heels so you can kneel properly.”
“Thank you, Sir.” He did as he was bid, walking over close to the stairs and taking them off there, so they were out of the way.
“You’re welcome. Why don’t you kneel between Ronan and me?”
He began to walk back when Ronan said, “He didn’t tell you to walk.”
Zach did his best not to groan, mortified, as he went down on his knees and crawled across the room towards the sitting area they’d chosen. Crawling around a chair, he saw that the coffee table had been removed from the center leaving an open space between both couches, each of them being used by either Dom, Jamie sitting next to Ronan. His British accent deep and sexy as it rumbled out. “Jamie, look at that gorgeous boy crawling over here, his kitten tail swaying with every move of his hips. Do you like what you see?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Isn’t he a pretty boy?”
He heard Jamie hum in agreement, and then a thrill shot through him when Jamie admitted, “Yes, he’s very pretty, Sir.”
Goosebumps skittered over his arms with the knowledge that Jamie found him pretty. His breathing picked up as he reached the spot between both sofas. He sat back on his heels in the center, with Ronan and Knox on either side of him; he didn’t want to face his sir and put his back to Ronan. Ronan made a low noise deep in his throat. “Mmm. And you’re beautiful together as well. I remember vividly the last time we had you both together. Such a turn on, wasn’t it, Knox?”
Sir hummed, agreeing, “Oh yeah, it was one hell of a turn on. The two of you are gorgeous, but when you’re both worked up and turned on, touching each other? Fuck, I nearly came in my pants watching you both.”
Zach turned when he saw movement and watched as Ronan lifted Jamie’s hand to his lips. “Why don’t you get down on your knees, facing him, boy?”
Jamie moved off the couch to his knees, and Ronan leaned forward looking back and forth between them. “Beautiful, boys. I’d like your knees touching, your backs straight, and your eyes on each other.”
They both murmured, “Yes, Sir,” as they followed Ronan’s orders. Zach wished they didn’t have any clothes on so he could feel Jamie’s skin against his. But whether or not their skin was actually touching didn’t seem to matter to his dick, which was pointed at an angle towards Jamie as if silently begging him for attention. God, he wasn’t going to last long at this rate.
They sat gazing at each other when Ronan spoke up. “Zach, Jamie really liked the last time we played here. Did you?”
Oh, god. Was he for real?
Zach breathed out slowly and nodded, making eye contact with Ronan. “Yes, Sir. I really did.”
His cheeks heated up when both Doms chuckled quietly. He glanced at Jamie and found him blushing as well. At least he wasn’t alone. Ronan cleared his throat, and Zach glanced up again. “I think Jamie’s got on way too many clothes. Why don’t you take them off him? Slowly.”
His voice shook when he managed to answer, “Yes, Sir.”
Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod.
His hands shaking as much as his voice had been, Zach reached tentatively towards Jamie’s waist, gathering his T-shirt in his hands and pulling it up Jamie’s smooth, beautiful chest. His heart beat a hard staccato behind his ribs as Jamie raised his arms so Zach could pull the shirt over his head. He felt better when he glanced at Jamie’s flushed face and saw his pupils blown wide, and he noticed Jamie’s chest heaving slightly with his elevated breathing.
Zach bit his lip and glanced towards Ronan who moved to the edge of the couch and reached out, caressing his boy’s soft hair. “Jamie, stand up, please.” Ronan met Zach’s gaze again and nodded. “Go on.”
Too far away to get the job done, he crawled forward which put him close enough to Ronan for the Dom to reach out and wrap his hand around Zach’s kitten tail, letting it slide it all the way through his fingers. He let go and did it again, over and over. Zach paused, unable to move, wondering how the hell Ronan expected him to continue doing anything, let alone finish unwrapping the gift that was Jamie’s naked body.
Zach must have paused too long, because next thing he knew, Ronan had reached under him and tweaked one of his nipples hard. He gasped and moaned and apologized when Ronan told him to keep going. Sitting back on his heels again, he reached up to the fly of Jamie’s jeans, unbuttoned and unzipped them, keeping Ronan’s directive to do everything slowly at the forefront of his mind.
When he peeked behind the zipper as it opened for him, he realized whatever Jamie had on underneath was Andrew Christian and a vibrant, royal blue. He reached for his friend’s hips and heard Jamie’s quick inhale as he slowly pulled his sexy-as-sin jeans over those gorgeous hips, discovering the royal blue was a jock and a shiver raced up his spine.
Zach continued, sliding the jeans all the way down and reveling in Jamie’s touch when he used Zach’s shoulder to keep himself steady. Jamie lifted one foot and then the other so Zach could remove the jeans completely. God, he was a delectable sight. He knew he wasn’t dreaming it when he felt Jamie’s thumb caress his kitty collar. When Zach went to pull away, his friend trailed his fingers through the hair at the back of his neck. Goosebumps skittered up his arms.
Not knowing if Ronan wanted Jamie completely naked, Zach gazed over at Jamie’s Dom and saw he had his hand on his cock, absentmindedly rubbing his thumb along the length of denim covering it. These two men together were quite the heady combination. He counted himself lucky Sir allowed him to play with them. He turned his gaze quickly towards his Sir, biting his lip when he saw he had his hand resting over the zipper of his pants as well. He shivered, looked into his eyes, and moaned when he saw the hunger that burned bright in their depths. He turned back towards Ronan who met his gaze and nodded. Zach grew giddy that he’d been given permission to remove Jamie’s jock.
Reaching up to grip the elastic of the waistband, he had the strongest desire to let the back of his hands touch Jamie’s now hard cock, but he knew he wasn’t permitted to touch him like that. Yet. And he knew he wouldn’t get away with it, even if he wanted to take the chance. The last thing he wanted to do was get punished while he was there, further humiliating himself and making it unlikely he’d get to come.
If there was one thing he was positive of, he wanted to come that night and had a feeling if he wasn’t allowed to, he’d still do so accidentally, earning him another punishment. While he was spacing out, thinking of his future orgasm, he hadn’t realized he was staring at Jamie’s dick that was mere inches from his lips, bobbing with his heartbeat. He looked
up into Jamie’s lust-filled eyes, and they stared at each other for several long-drawn-out moments before he heard his Sir clear his throat and Ronan chuckle.
“Jamie, on your knees again.” Ronan’s voice startled Zach, its gritty edge proof he wasn’t unaffected by them. Zach glanced over at the man, and the lust he saw there made the butterflies in his stomach take flight. Turning his gaze on his Sir, he realized Knox had moved to the edge of the couch as if he’d felt the need to get as close as possible to them. Knox acknowledged Zach with a nod, and just that simple gesture of approval set his heart to racing again.
Ronan continued giving them direction. “Knox and I want you both to make each other feel good. You can do that however you wish, but neither of you can come and there will be no anal penetration. Is that understood?”
Zach’s eyes flared, his heart rate sped into overdrive, and his, “Yes, Sir,” came out at the same time Jamie’s did.
Finally, turning his gaze back to Jamie, who was now kneeling across from him again, he saw his friend’s blown pupils, his bottom lip caught in his teeth, and Zach nearly lost control and came right then and there. He shook it off or, more accurately, had a full body shudder as he forced himself back under control. Of one thing he was sure: If the night ahead didn’t kill him, it was going to be amazing, whatever it was their Doms wanted them to do.
Three
Knox
Seeing the alluring contrasts of Jamie’s dark mahogany curls and golden tan skin against Zach’s auburn pixie cut and peaches and cream complexion was a special kind of torture. They were both shy with each other, believing the other was somehow more or better in some way. He’d spoken several times with Ronan about their boys’ connection. It was like they looked at the other as someone they didn’t deserve to enjoy; someone who was untouchable. It didn’t make sense.
The Doms thought it was more than likely both boys felt that the fact they were in committed relationships meant the closeness and attraction they felt towards one another was wrong. Knox and Ronan disagreed. Their boys’ resistance only made the connection between them all the more appealing.
Knox and Ronan knew, just by watching their boys, that they would eventually grow as close as two people could get to someone who wasn't their partner. Zach and Jamie were completely unaware of how naturally they gravitated towards one another. The Doms agreed all they’d do was get them together frequently enough for their friendship and chemistry to develop. The rest of it was up to Zach and Jamie.
A little over a week prior, Knox met with Ronan to discuss how they wanted to handle the scene. Knox obviously wanted to ensure Zach would be humiliated enough for him to get what he needed from the scene, and they both agreed they wanted to allow their boys to come. He’d told Ronan about what Zach had fantasized Jamie doing to him, and in turn, Ronan had shared what Jamie had admitted he wanted to do with Zach. He’d let Knox know Jamie was a bit protective, since he didn’t fully grasp why Zach loved humiliation so much.
Jamie was also a caretaker at his core. As long as Ronan approved of what Jamie was doing, he knew Jamie would want to ensure Zach’s fantasy came true, which would lead to Jamie’s desires to come to fruition as well. Ronan had fully prepared Jamie for the evening ahead, and Knox was looking forward to every second of what was to come.
It wasn’t like they wanted their boys to choose each other, rather than them. Neither Dom was worried about that happening. Jamie belonged to Ronan completely, and Zach was irrevocably Knox’s. Of that, the Doms had no doubt. But the first time their boys had met face to face, Knox and Ronan had noticed how closely the boys had watched each other. They were remarkably alike, well suited to one another’s personalities. The fact their kinks were so different only made their attraction to each other all the more magnetic.
Knox gazed over the boys’ heads and watched as Ronan grimaced and adjusted himself in his pants. He nearly chuckled before he realized he wasn’t fairing any better. He watched Zach’s fingers move restlessly on his thighs, obviously itching to make contact with Jamie’s skin once more. Knox’s eyes moved to Jamie whose hands were fisted on his thighs. Ronan moved and Knox turned his eyes back to his friend, who nodded, smirking.
Neither boy took action, both too paralyzed to be the first one to touch the other. A thrill zinged up Knox’s spine at what was to come, and he wasn’t about to let either of them delay the inevitable for another second. Before he started anything, however, his boy needed to feel before he could touch.
“Kitten, remember last time we were here, and you were kissing and rubbing up on Jamie? When you came back to me and sat on my lap, taking me in, what question did I ask as you bounced on my cock?”
Zach whined deep in his throat, shaking his head. “No, please.”
Knox merely raised a brow and waited, and finally, Zach whispered, “You asked me what I wanted Jamie to do to me.”
“That’s right, sweetheart, and what did you whisper in my ear as you rode my cock until you came?”
Knox’s dick grew harder in his pants when Zach gasped out his humiliation. He shook his head again frantically, not wanting to share the intimate thoughts he’d shared with Knox. Embarrassment made itself known in the blushing of his boy’s skin and the mewling noise he couldn’t keep from escaping his throat. “Come on. You can do it. Look Jamie in the eyes and tell him all the naughty little thoughts you had about him.”
Zach’s body was shaking, and Knox watched as a tear slid its way down his face. “Sir, please.”
Such sweet begging, so many feelings brewing in Zach’s beautiful eyes Knox finally felt satisfied. “Go on now, tell him.”
Zach whimpered and another tear fell. Knox watched, captivated, as Zach turned towards his friend and met his gaze. Knox’s heart swelled as he watched Jamie reach out and clasp Zach’s hand, reassuring him. Knox glanced at Ronan and saw he was just as affected by his boy’s sweet gesture. They both watched as Zach’s other hand inched towards his knee, and Jamie’s free hand reached out and clasped it.
Jesus, they were so beautiful together like that. Jamie spread his knees apart and scooted forward so Zach’s knees were between Jamie’s thighs, their hands still clasped together, their bodies now much closer. Jamie was doing his best to surround Zach, the move so protective Knox’s heart was in his throat, and he couldn’t have looked away if he tried. Jamie’s thumbs rubbed the back of Zach’s hands in reassurance as he said in a soft, gentle voice, so as not to spook Zach, “It’s okay. You can tell me.”
Zach seemed to gather his courage and whispered, “I-I said… I said I wanted you to…undress me.”
Jamie blushed, reached out, and ran his fingers reverently down Zach’s corset to his garter, lightly tracing down one of the straps. He whispered, almost inaudibly, “You’re such a pretty kitty.”
Zach sucked in a breath and then watched as Ronan leaned forward and trailed the back of his finger over Jamie’s pink cheek, speaking softly. “Why don’t you take off his corset and his jock, boy?”
Jamie’s pupils dilated when he asked Zach, “Is that alright?”
Zach nodded and Jamie reached around and undid the tiny eye hooks on the corset, taking his time. Knox watched his boy shudder. And when Jamie asked Zach, oh so sweetly, to stand up, Knox watched rivetted as Zach grasped onto Jamie’s hand with his shaky one and stood so Jamie could leisurely remove his lace jock, ever so careful not to tug the tail out with it.
Knox watched as both boys stared at each other as Ronan said, “I think the accessories can stay on for now.”
Zach nodded, seemingly dumbfounded, as he continued to gaze into Jamie’s eyes. When Jamie patted the floor in front of him, Knox watched Zach kneel close to Jamie. Knox gave his boy another nudge. “What else did you want him to do to you?”
Zach covered his eyes with his hands, shaking his head back and forth, and Knox leaned forward, elbows on his knees and spoke quietly so as not to startle Zach. “I gave you an order, sweetheart.”
Zach turn
ed imploring hazel eyes towards him and mouthed, “Please.”
Knox met his gaze, his face serious but kind when he said, “Go on…”
Jamie glanced over at Knox, brows raised, until Knox nodded at him to continue. Jamie reached for Zach’s hands, unfurling his fists and gripped them in his as he said, “You can tell me.”
Knox watched as Zach gripped Jamie’s hands like a lifeline and closed his eyes, finally answering, “I said I wanted you to touch me.”
Jamie hummed in response, tilting his head, and asked, “Like I’m touching you now?”
Knox watched as Zach looked down at their joined hands and nodded, but then shook his head. “No.”
“How do you want me to touch you?”
Zach swallowed. “Softly.”
Jamie nodded and extricated his hands from Zach’s to softly caress the insides of Zach’s forearms, which Knox knew Zach loved. “Like this?”
When Zach nodded, Jamie asked, “Where else would you like me to touch you?”
Zach let out a shaky breath and shut his eyes when he responded, “Everywhere.”
Jamie glanced at Ronan as if for help. Ronan smiled and looked at Zach. “Keep your eyes closed Zach and raise yourself up on your knees. That’s it. Jamie needs to be able to reach you. Doesn’t he?”
Zach hummed in response but didn’t actually answer, more than likely, too overcome by everything he was feeling. He complied immediately though, and Ronan’s voice, calm and seductive, whispered, “That’s good.” Knox looked over at his friend and Ronan winked at him.
Jamie continued to sit on his heels, lower than Zach. Knox realized Jamie could reach Zach better that way when he saw Jamie’s caressing hands trail up the back of Zach’s legs and then, before he reached Zach’s ass, he brought them to Zach’s knees and trailed them up the front. Knox watched, captivated, as his boy reveled in Jamie’s touch, making Knox happy that he and Ronan had realized they were both eager to allow their boys to discover each other.