Disorder in the House

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by Tymber Dalton


  Wade’s cock had hardened and rubbed against Justin’s lower back, but he was going to wait until later.

  He had plans for that load.

  Chapter Eight

  They ended up taking a nap after their first stint in the pool. When they awakened, Glen ended up with a spanked ass while Wade sent Justin out to lounge in the pool.

  Still not safewording.

  Glen took a deep breath and tried to relax as he manned the grill. Staying relaxed wasn’t easy when he spied Justin spread out on a pool float, his sweet body right fucking there—

  Ow.

  At least Wade had allowed him the apron, considering he was dealing with open flames.

  Glen heard the sliding glass doors from the kitchen open and Wade stepped out, a bottle of water in hand and that sexy-as-fuck smirk on his face.

  Damn him. Obviously, he’d been watching and spotted how Glen had shifted position, trying to ease the fucking ache in his cock.

  Wade stepped behind him and slipped one arm around his waist, under the apron, his fingers splayed as they skimmed down the flesh of his abs and settled around the base of the cage. His lips felt cool against the back of Glen’s neck.

  “My…poor guy.”

  “Poor nothing. You’re enjoying every second of this.”

  “Yeah I am.”

  Glen glanced back at him. “You come out here just to torture me some more?”

  “Maybe.” He smiled. “Make you a deal.”

  “What kind of deal?”

  “Trade.”

  “Just say it, Dub.”

  He kissed his way down the top of Glen’s shoulder and nipped, hard, pulling a strangled gasp from Glen when his cock twitched inside the cage. “Let me take you inside and…swap out toys.”

  Glen turned in Wade’s arms. “Swap out toys? How’s that a trade?”

  Wade grabbed his ass and pressed against him, his brown eyes intent and dark and dangerous, the way Glen always loved them. “The monster.” He smiled.

  “What? Wh—oh.”

  Wade’s smile widened.

  Now he grokked his guy’s plan. “You want to DP me.”

  Wade arched an eyebrow and shrugged. “Then red.”

  Glen stared at him for a couple of minutes, Wade not breaking the silence.

  “What’s the trade?” Glen finally asked.

  “Me. Tomorrow. Alllll day.” Wade blew him a kiss. “Everything, up to hard limits.”

  “Jus!” Glen called out, not even needing to think about it. “Need you to come man the grill, buddy.”

  “Yes, Sir. Coming.”

  Wade’s smile widened as, behind them, Justin splashed in the pool. Minutes later, Glen was bent over the counter in the master bathroom while Wade had a gloved hand knuckles-deep in his ass, stretching and lubing him.

  In the cage, his cock protested even more loudly, but he’d put up with it.

  What boiled down to a no-limits day with Wade?

  Fuck yeah, he’d take that trade, In a heartbeat. Hard limits basically meant Wade was agreeing to play using Justin’s limits, which were way fewer than Wade’s.

  “You hate the whip.” Glen grunted as Wade once again brushed over Glen’s sweet spot. “You know damn well I’m going to use it on you.” He glanced into the mirror, watching his face there.

  Wade’s smile never faded. “I know. That’s fine.”

  “Why the sudden capitulation?”

  Wade shrugged. “A little disorder to…shake things up.”

  It all snapped home—flipping him like this, enlisting Justin to help top him in particularly devious ways, and now…this. “You’re worried about me working so hard last week.” His head dropped. “Dammit, Dub, why didn’t you just say that?”

  “I did. Last night.” When Glen looked, Wade was meeting his gaze in the mirror.

  “When?”

  “When you got…home. Told you I was worried about…you.” He sighed. “You b-blew me…off.”

  “I wasn’t blowing you off, Dub. I was trying to let you know it’s fine.”

  Wade paused what he was doing and gave him one of those looks.

  One of his don’t you dare bullshit ME looks.

  “Okay, so it’s not ‘fine’ but it’s not going to be much longer I have to go through this shit. We’ll have the new computer system straightened out by the end of next week.”

  “Been a long time since we…went anywhere.”

  “We’ve also kinda been busy fucking our slave hubby’s brains out, you know. Nesting? It’s a thing.”

  “I want to enjoy…life. While we’re…young. You know?”

  Glen sighed. “What brought all this on?”

  “Last weekend. Heard someone talking with…Seth. About K-kaden.”

  Glen straightened and Wade withdrew his hand so Glen could turn to face him. “You trying to tell me something I don’t want to hear, Dub?”

  Wade shook his head, needed a moment to work it out in his head, then finally started talking again. “L-life’s…short. We…h-have Jus now. I w-want t-to ssspend as m-much t-t-t—”

  Glen cupped Wade’s cheeks in his hands and kissed him long, slow, sweetly.

  “I want to spend as much time as we can enjoying…life,” Wade whispered when Glen lifted his lips from Wade’s.

  Glen smiled up at him. “No life-changing diagnosis you’re hiding?”

  Wade shook his head again, hard. “No. I’d…never hide…sssomething like th-that.”

  Still, there was something. Just the fact that Wade was stuttering more told Glen that much.

  It finally hit him.

  “I cleared my cardiac eval three months ago, Dub,” he gently said. “Stress test, echo—everything. I’m not my dad. I apparently got Mom’s family’s good heart genes. You know that.”

  Wade nodded but didn’t look convinced.

  “Just because Dad had a heart attack at forty doesn’t mean I’m going to have one any time soon. I’ve been taking care of myself. He was also a smoker, don’t forget. He gained a lot of weight because he was on the road a lot and ate a crap diet and never exercised. I never let myself get into bad habits like he did, you know that.”

  Wade finally smirked. “Except for m-m-me.”

  “Yeah, no bad habits except for you. And Jus.” He hugged him, then turned and bent over again. “Come on, buddy. Get me worked up to the damn monster. After dinner, while you two are cleaning up the kitchen, I’ll clean myself out and get the bedroom ready. Just don’t expect great things from me later. I’ll probably want to go to sleep snuggling in here.” He glanced over his shoulder at him. “And I want a fucking damn good orgasm before I do.”

  Wade stuck his tongue out at him. “Brat.” But he smiled.

  “Yeah, I’m your brat, asshole. Don’t you ever forget it.”

  * * * *

  Maybe it wasn’t a rational thought, Wade didn’t know.

  All he knew was he couldn’t get the heartbroken tone of Seth’s voice out of his head as he’d overheard part of the man’s conversation last week.

  How short life was. How unfair it was that the three of them hadn’t had more time together.

  That their happiness had been cut short by Kaden’s cancer.

  Then, seeing the exhaustion painted on Glen’s face every night this past week had gnawed away at Wade in ugly, painful ways. Any time Glen didn’t respond to a text in a timely fashion, Wade’s mind wanted to spin out into horrible worst-case scenarios that even though he logically knew were just anxiety, he still couldn’t stop them.

  They deserved this time together. They deserved memories, the three of them.

  They deserved to have a little fun.

  Justin was young, damned young. They were both older than him. One day, hopefully, it’d be Justin having to shoulder the burden of taking care of the two of them before they unfortunately left him behind.

  Sure, that was a “what-if” he didn’t want to contemplate. No one really wanted to think about death and dyin
g.

  Kaden damn sure hadn’t.

  He and Glen had worked their asses off to get where they were so that, one day, they could live a life allowing them time to relax and enjoy the time they had left.

  If they didn’t do at least some of that now, life would be nothing but a grind to endure, not something to savor and enjoy.

  For his part, Justin had already survived heart-wrenching loss.

  He wanted to show Justin the fun part of life. The benefits of having not just one husband, but two.

  The sweet, vanilla times the three of them could enjoy.

  Wade resumed working on preparing Glen for the monster butt plug. Once he thought Glen was ready, he picked it up and showed it to him in the mirror.

  Glen grumbled. “Do it.” He took a deep breath.

  Yeah, Wade damn well knew this would be him tomorrow. Glen would be wanting to DP him with Justin.

  And Wade would do it, too. The two of them didn’t use the largest toys they had on each other as often as they once did, but it wasn’t exactly their first rodeo, either.

  It took Wade another ten minutes to get it all inside Glen, but he took it. Meanwhile, Justin had appeared in the bathroom doorway. He wore a wry smile and stood there with his arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe. He was naked except for his cuffs, collar, and wedding band.

  “Dinner’s ready,” Justin said.

  “Be…right there,” Wade replied.

  “Get it all in there, Master?” Justin asked, sounding all too amused.

  Glen sucked in a shaky breath as he carefully straightened. “Yeah, it’s all in there, all right. I think I’m going to need to eat standing up, though.”

  Wade grinned and peeled off his gloves so he could wash his hands.

  “You can sit with that in,” Justin told Glen. “Just lean to the side.” His grin turned downright evil. “That’s what I do.”

  Wade snickered.

  “Thanks,” Glen snarked. “You’re soooo helpful, boy.” But he grabbed Wade and kissed him, hard, when he turned from the bathroom sink to dry his hands on a towel. “Just remember this tomorrow night, buddy.”

  Wade smiled. “Gladly.”

  * * * *

  Justin knew another benefit of this weekend was his two Owners reminding themselves and each other what stuff felt like.

  Then again, it might give them even more ideas to use on him.

  Not that he was going to complain, because he damn sure wasn’t.

  When Glen released Wade, he turned to Justin and grabbed him, pulling him in for a long, deep kiss that hardened Justin’s cock again. “You lucky boy,” Glen rasped. “You get to fuck both your Owners this weekend. Go bring me the red paddle. Now.”

  It was the tone he delivered the last word in that jolted through Justin. He bolted from the bathroom to go find the small, stingy red acrylic paddle in their toybag. He knew exactly where it was, and when he found it, Wade and Glen were already emerging from the master bedroom.

  “Here you go, Sir.”

  “Excellent.” He hooked a finger through the D-ring in the front of Justin’s collar and led him out to the living room, where he bent him over the couch and quickly paddled the hell out of him, to the point Justin almost couldn’t stand still for it. When he finally let Justin up, he handed him the paddle. “Go put that away, baby.”

  “Yes, Sir.” But walking was tricky with subspace now trying to drag him down, and with his ass and the backs of his thighs feeling deliciously hot and stingy.

  He returned to the kitchen and found Wade shaking his head, looking amused.

  “What, Master?”

  Wade hooked a thumb at Glen. “Apparently, he…didn’t want to be the only one…having a hard time sitting.”

  Glen blew a raspberry at Wade. “Sure, just tell allll my secrets, huh?”

  Chapter Nine

  Glen left the post-dinner cleanup to Wade and Justin and went to go prep for the festivities. It’d been a while since he’d been actually DP’d, but he wasn’t exactly dreading the thought of it. It wasn’t something they did all the time because, physically, that wasn’t possible, much less practical.

  More like a special-occasion kind of thing.

  Like tonight.

  And tomorrow for Wade.

  When Wade and Justin joined him in the bedroom, he had everything prepared, including extra towels on the bed so they wouldn’t have to change the sheets later.

  And he’d already lubed himself.

  “How you want me, Dub?” he asked.

  Wade held up a key. “First things…first.”

  Glen groaned with relief when Wade unlocked him and carefully freed his cock. “Oh, fuck, yeah!” He grabbed Justin with a fist in his hair, kissed him, then shoved him down to his knees. “Kiss it and make it better for Daddy.”

  Wade chuckled and shook his head but didn’t stop them while Justin soothed Glen’s aching cock.

  After a few minutes of that, Wade grabbed Glen and kissed him hard. “Enough, boy,” Wade said to Justin.

  Glen groaned as Justin released Glen’s cock from his mouth. “I want you…on top of…me.” He climbed onto the bed and stroked his cock, which was already hard and standing out, ready for fun. Then he squirted lube in his hand and stroked some more. “Ready?”

  Glen stared down into Wade’s eyes as he slowly impaled himself on his husband’s shaft. When his ass met Wade’s thighs, he leaned forward and kissed him, tracing Wade’s lips with the tip of his tongue.

  Glen glanced over his shoulder. “Climb on up, boy. I suspect you know what the hell you’re doing. Daddy needs to bust a nut and wants to do it with both your cocks inside me.”

  “Yeah, but I’m usually on the other end,” he joked.

  “You mean in the…middle,” Wade playfully corrected.

  “Yeah, that.” Justin climbed up behind Glen and stroked his back. “Can I get bitey, Daddy?”

  Glen kissed him. “Yeah,” he hoarsely said. “Bitey, scratchy, whatever you want.” He smiled down at Wade. “Because Master’s going to get to pay the tab on all of that tomorrow.”

  * * * *

  Justin was delightfully familiar with how this felt from the receiving end. Wasn’t as experienced with it from this point of view, however.

  He slathered plenty of lube onto his cock, because in a case like this there was no such thing as too much.

  Thank goodness they hadn’t made him wait all day today to come, because he knew he’d explode too damn fast if he hadn’t already. As it was, he might regret not asking for a cock ring first.

  This was going to feel infuckingcredible.

  He carefully positioned himself straddling Wade’s legs, one hand on Glen’s hip to hold him still while he nudged the head of his cock against Glen’s rim.

  “Breathe through it, Daddy,” he said. “Tell me if I need to slow down or stop.”

  “Oh, I will, baby.” Right now, Glen’s head drooped, eyes closed.

  He heard Wade’s voice. “Watch me, Gee.”

  Glen’s head rose. “Fuuuuuck,” he gasped. “I forgot how damn good this feels.”

  With Wade’s cock already in there, Glen’s ass tightly fisted Justin’s cock as he slowly started working his way inside his ass. He took his time, no need to rush, and he didn’t want to hurt Glen in the bad kind of way.

  Besides, every time they’d done this to him, the men had been patient with him, taken their time, made sure he enjoyed himself.

  Why would he give any less to his husband?

  “Oooooh, fuuuuck,” Glen gasped.

  Wade’s cock had shifted just a little, making room for Justin’s as he eased himself inside Glen, inch by inch, until he was pressed against the man’s ass.

  Justin wiped his hands off on a towel. “Okay, Gee,” he said. “It’s all your show now.”

  “One of you stroke my cock, please.”

  “Got it,” Wade said.

  Justin heard the snick of the lube bottle being opened, fo
llowed by another moan from Glen. His ass flexed around their cocks and it was time for Justin to choke back a moan of his own. “Goddamn, that’s good,” he said.

  Glen shifted his hips around a little before he slowly started rocking back and forth. Just a tiny bit at first, then longer strokes, harder, eventually gaining confidence as everything shifted and felt perfect to him.

  “Fuck, your cock’s pressing right on my button, Dub,” Glen said.

  “Mmm-hmm.”

  Justin giggled and stroked Glen’s back, then raked his nails down it from shoulders to waist. “Yeah, I know that feeling, all right. Great, isn’t it?”

  “Ooooh, yeah.”

  Justin pressed himself along Glen’s back and kissed the nape of his neck, nibbled, then bit down hard, making Glen gasp.

  “Sonofabitch! Oh, do that again, baby. Fuck, yeah!”

  Justin was worried he might blow too soon, before he even had a chance to really fuck Glen, so biting him was the perfect solution for both of them, a needed distraction. He dug his nails into Glen’s sides and held on tight, like the man was prey.

  No, not “like”—the man was his prey right now. During some of their rougher primal sessions, Justin gave nearly as good as he got despite Glen’s larger size. Some of the hottest sex the three of them had followed sessions like that, getting all worked up for the grand finale.

  “Shit, slow down, Dub,” Glen gasped. “I should have put on a cock ring. Fuck, that feels good.”

  “Got you.”

  Justin suspected Wade had just clamped his fingers around the base of Glen’s cock to help him hold back his climax.

  Wade reached up and cupped his hand around the back of Glen’s neck. “Fuck him, Jus.”

  Justin’s hands returned to Glen’s hips and he started out slow while Glen tried rocking back and forth on their shafts. Justin knew exactly what he was feeling right now—horny, helpless, and impaled in the best way possible.

  Connected to both of them, like they shared the same soul.

  One of the most addictive parts of it for Justin, even more than the ball-twisting climax the man would have.

  Justin took his time, trying to read Glen’s body, wanting this to last a little while for all of them. This was a special treat not just for Glen, but for himself, as well.

 

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