by McKay, Ari
Joe drew back and then pushed at Drew’s shoulder. “Neither can I. Go on, let him get those pants off you. I’m anxious for you to fuck me.”
“Probably no more so than I am to do it,” Drew replied, caressing Finn’s hair. He rose to his feet. “The boss has spoken.”
Finn licked his lips, his eyes alight with desire, as he began unfastening the fly of Drew’s pants, and he didn’t waste any time in helping Drew out of both pants and boxer briefs at the same time.
“Your wish, etcetera, etcetera,” he said, gesturing to Drew with an elaborate flourish. “He’s all yours.”
Drew turned, and the smile he was wearing was positively predatory. “And Joe is all ours,” he said to Finn. He rubbed his hands together. “Where are those ties? We’re going to get those sweatpants off him, then tie his hands to the bedposts.”
Joe licked his lips, his arousal doubling as he watched the two of them. The look in Drew’s eyes was hungry, and seeing that directed at him was a heady feeling. “I guess you’ve earned it.”
Finn grasped the ends of Drew’s tie that was still draped around his neck and slid it back and forth as he mirrored the predatory smile. “What’d you do with the other one?” he asked.
Joe looked back over his shoulder. “Ah, there it is,” he said, grabbing it and holding it up. “Is this what you want, Finn my boy? What’ll you do for it?”
“Now who’s the greedy one?” Finn climbed back onto the bed and knelt beside Joe, still playing with the tie. “I already earned it.”
Joe reached out to caress Finn’s chest. Unlike he and Drew, Finn had little body hair, and Joe loved to touch his silken skin. “You did. Can I add a kiss for tax, though?”
“That’s fair.” Finn cupped Joe’s cheek in his palm and leaned in to offer a kiss that was slow and deep.
Joe closed his eyes, returning the kiss. He held back nothing of his love or desire for Finn, and when they finally moved apart, he was breathless. “That’ll do,” he said, and handed Finn the tie.
Drew, not to be outdone, leaned in for a kiss of his own, and Joe reached out to twine his fingers in Drew’s hair as he kissed Drew back, giving a little growl of need. He felt Finn’s hands at his hips, tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants, and he obligingly lifted his hips so that Finn could strip them away.
Drew broke the kiss with a little nip of Joe’s lower lip. “Now that you’re naked, we’re going to tie you up and pleasure you until you scream. Right, Finn?”
Finn’s only response was a wicked grin as he grasped Joe’s left arm and swiftly secured his wrist to the bedpost. “How does that feel?” he asked, running his forefinger along the tender underside of Joe’s arm. “Too tight or just right?”
Joe sucked in a breath, goosebumps breaking out over his arm at the light touch. “Just right,” he said. He tested the bond, surprised at how secure the silk tie was holding him. “That should work.”
“Good.” Drew took Joe’s right arm and bound it to the other top bedpost and then mirrored Finn’s caress down his arm. “Oh, you look amazing like this.”
“Gorgeous,” Finn said, his eyes alight with hunger. He leaned over and left a trail of nipping kisses along the same path he’d traced with his finger, pausing to tease the soft, sensitive crease of Joe’s inner elbow. “You’ve marked me up so much. Maybe I should return the favor.”
“Maybe you should.” Drew rested his flattened palm on Joe’s chest, an anticipatory smile curving his lips. “You start there. I’ll start here,” he said, and without warning, he swooped down and captured Joe’s nipple in his teeth.
Joe cried out, arching up from the mattress. He clutched at the bonds, the pleasure with an edge of pain making arousal coil tightly inside him. “Yes! More!”
Drew’s chuckle vibrated against Joe’s skin, intensifying the sensation of his sharp teeth teasing and tugging Joe’s nipple. On Joe’s other side, Finn continued kissing his way along Joe’s body until he reached Joe’s other nipple, which he fastened onto with eager glee.
This wasn’t like anything Joe had ever imagined, being unable to move his arms while his two lovers tormented him together. It felt amazing, and he was breathing hard, sweat beading on his skin as he grew hotter, need rising up right along with it. “Oh God… that feels so good!”
“We’re just getting started,” Drew said. “You’re going to be begging long before we’re finished with you.”
Although they couldn’t have possibly planned their strategy, Drew and Finn seemed to have choreographed their assault on Joe’s body, both of them seeking out Joe’s most sensitive spots to be stroked and licked and kissed from his neck to his navel. Within minutes, as Drew had predicted, Joe was so wound up and so strung out that he was begging, feeling on the verge of exploding even though neither of them had yet touched his hard, aching cock.
“Please….” he moaned, looking up at Drew. “Please… I need you now.”
“What do you think?” Finn raised his head and gave Drew a questioning look. “Has he earned it?”
Drew pretended to consider the question even as he stroked his way down to Joe’s inner thigh. “I don’t think so, but maybe he will by the time you finish prepping him for me. You do that, and I’ll be up here,” he said, and he stretched out on his side and nestled close enough that he could bite down on Joe’s neck.
Finn scrambled over to the nightstand to get the lube. He nudged Joe’s legs apart so he could kneel between them. While Drew sucked and bit Joe’s throat, Finn met Joe’s eyes and made a show of slowly opening the bottle of lube and coating his fingers.
Joe had been in Finn’s position so many times—it felt odd but exciting to be the one who was about to be prepped. He smiled at Finn, even as he leaned his head to the side to give Drew better access to his throat. “Do it. I want it.”
Finn’s lips were parted as he drew in shallow breaths, and the flush on his cheeks deepened as he reached between Joe’s legs to circle his tight pucker before easing one finger in, pressing deep.
“Doing okay?” Drew lifted his head and nuzzled Joe’s cheek. “If anything hurts, say so, and if you change your mind at any point, it’s fine. You’re still in control here.”
It had felt a bit odd at first, but it didn’t hurt. “I’m good,” Joe said softly, leaning into the nuzzling. “I trust you both. I know you won’t hurt me.”
“We wouldn’t hurt you on purpose,” Finn said with an evil smirk. “But that doesn’t mean we won’t make you suffer.” As if to emphasize his point, he began stroking Joe’s prostate, sending electric jolts zinging through him.
Even though Joe had done the same thing to Finn—and more recently, to Drew—he’d never experienced it for himself. The sensation made him gasp, and he arched, pressing down against Finn’s finger to send it deeper as pleasure coursed over him. “Yes! There! Right there!”
“Look at you,” Drew crooned, sliding his hand down to caress Joe’s taut, quivering abdomen. “It’s so hot watching you let go like this.”
Finn murmured his agreement as he added a second finger and stretched Joe by twisting and scissoring his fingers carefully.
Joe forced himself not to hold his breath, not to tense up at the sensation of Finn preparing him. He looked at Drew, giving him a crooked smile. “Yeah, I guess I’m kind of a control freak most of the time, huh?”
“Little bit—”
“—yeah, you are.”
Finn and Drew spoke at the same time, and then Drew laughed.
“Not that we mind, but it’s good to see you relax for once,” he said.
Joe laughed as well, though the sound was rather breathless even to his own ears. “I put myself in your hands. Both of you,” he said, looking between them with a smile. He felt safe with Finn and Drew. He knew they would take care of him, not matter what, and so he gave himself over completely to the pleasure they were giving him. “I’m yours.”
“Does that mean you’re ready for me?” Drew sat up and watched Joe wi
th an anticipatory gleam in his eyes. “Or do you need more prep?”
“I can keep going.” Finn widened his eyes in faux innocence even as he finger-fucked Joe harder and deeper.
Joe gasped. “I think… I’m ready,” he said. Finn’s fingers found that sweet spot again and sent electric tingles along every nerve in his body. “Now Drew!”
“What did I tell you?” Finn chuckled as he moved out of the way and grabbed some tissues to wipe off his hands. “Power bottom.”
But Drew’s attention was focused on Joe, and he seemed to tune out the rest of the world as he took Finn’s place between Joe’s legs. “You have no idea how bad I want this,” he said, his voice low and thrumming with a growl as he reached for the bottle of lube. “How much I want you.”
“I want you, too.” Need rolled over him, making Joe almost vibrate with the power of it. “Please, Drew… I need you so much!”
Drew wasted no time in coating his hard cock with lube and positioning himself over Joe. “We’re gonna take it slow at first,” he said, meeting and holding Joe’s gaze. “Keep breathing, and if it hurts or you want to stop, tell me.”
“It may hurt a little because you aren’t used to it,” Finn said as he settled down beside Joe, and he slid one hand down Joe’s body and curled his fingers around Joe’s cock. “But then it’ll feel so good. I love the way you and Drew fill me up.”
Joe yanked against the ties holding his hands, wishing that he could reach out and touch Finn, caress his cheek or bury his fingers his Finn’s hair. Instead he smiled and then looked up at Drew, feeling his need spiral even higher as he saw his own desire reflected in Drew’s eyes. “Slow is fine… so long as I feel you inside me.”
Instead of responding aloud, Drew began easing into Joe, watching Joe’s face intently as he did.
As Drew slowly claimed him, filling him, Joe felt more than pleasure, more than lust, even more than even love. There was a sense of rightness, of belonging, of something that he’d been missing his whole life suddenly locking into place, filling a void inside him that he’d always sensed but never been able to name. In giving himself to Drew, in having Finn there, holding him, something was made complete, something that it took three of them to make. No two of them would have known this—Joe had never known it himself, had never even suspected that love, that desire, was so much more than just the resonance between two people. Here, with both Finn and Drew, Joe felt complete for the first time in his life, felt the wounds of the past healing at long last. He looked up at Drew, his vision suddenly blurred, but with a smile of welcome so wide he felt it might split open his face. “Yes,” he said, the word soft. “Perfect. The three of us… it’s perfect.”
“Perfect,” Drew echoed, before he bent his head and claimed Joe’s lips in a deep kiss.
“Perfect,” Finn agreed as he sat up and reached over the two of them to unfasten the silk ties around Joe’s wrists.
Joe returned the kiss, pouring everything he felt into it, holding back nothing of himself, not even the pieces that were broken and imperfect. As he felt his hands released, he wrapped one arm around Drew and then reached out with his other hand to grasp one of Finn’s, twining their fingers together and holding on tightly. As Drew pulled back from the kiss, Joe brought Finn’s hand to his lips and pressed a reverent kiss to the back of it. “Thank you. Both of you.”
“Such a smooshball,” Finn said, but he was smiling, and he kept hold of Joe’s hand as he stretched out beside them again.
“Love you,” Drew murmured against Joe’s lips—and then he began to move, claiming Joe with smooth, deep thrusts.
Joe gasped, brought back to an awareness of his body and of the pleasure still there, still pulsing through him, just layered with so much emotion that he could hardly contain it. “So good,” he breathed, giving himself over to being claimed, to the feeling of Drew possessing him, and of Finn’s hand on him, stroking him in counterpoint. It felt incredible, and his arousal burned higher, sending him toward a shining peak.
“That’s it,” Drew said, watching Joe’s face avidly. “Let go. We’ve got you.”
It was easy for once to do what Drew said, and Joe did, letting himself ride the spiral up and up, until ecstasy exploded through him. He cried out as he shattered, pleasure more intense than anything he could remember pulsing over him in irresistible waves. Finn stroked him until the pulses began to ebb, as if wanting to prolong his pleasure, and Drew rocked his hips in a steady rhythm to match.
“So fucking gorgeous.” Drew bent to kiss Joe lightly and brushed a stray lock of hair back from his sweaty brow.
Joe opened his eyes, feeling boneless and sated, and smiled. “Mmm… yes. Both of you are fucking gorgeous. And amazing.”
“And you both look gorgeous fucking,” Finn said, reaching out to smack Drew’s ass.
Chuckling, Joe stroked his hand down Drew’s damp back. “Your turn, now. Go on, Drew… I want to see you lose yourself in me.”
With a low growl, Drew began to move again, gradually increasing his tempo until he was claiming Joe with hard, powerful thrusts. Finn caught his breath and then released it on a moan as he clung to Joe.
“Yes!” Joe began to move with Drew, meeting his thrusts, sending him surging even deeper. “Now you let go. Let go for me, Drew!”
Drew thrust deep one last time, and he cried out as he obeyed. Joe saw the depths of both Drew’s pleasure and love shining in his eyes.
Joe continued to move, coaxing every last bit of pleasure from Drew’s body. He craned up to capture Drew’s lips, kissing him gently. “Thank you.”
Drew returned the kiss with equal tenderness. “Love you.” He glanced over at Finn. “And you,” he added as he drew back at last.
“I love you both, too.” Finn rested his head on Joe’s shoulder, appearing quite smug.
Chuckling, Joe turned his head to kiss Finn on the nose. “And what about you, Brian my boyo? Why do you look like the cat who ate the canary?”
“Why shouldn’t I?” Finn snuggled closer while Drew got up and headed to the bathroom. “I’m in love with two sexy men who are in love with me. We’re committed, and I have my own private sex show whenever I want it.”
Joe shook his head even as he wrapped his arms around Finn and held him close. He knew how lucky he was, having both Finn and Drew, and it horrified him now at how close he’d come to throwing it all away before he’d even given it—given them—a chance. He shuddered, thinking about how alone he would be at this very moment if he’d done that, if both Finn and Drew hadn’t been so persistent in caring for him despite his efforts to push them away.
But he didn’t want to focus on that, he wanted to focus on the present, and the future. “Nevynosimyy otrod'ye,” he muttered in Russian, just as Drew walked back into the room.
Drew laughed as he sat down on the edge of the bed and started tenderly cleaning up Joe with a warm bath cloth, and Finn glanced back and forth between them with a puzzled frown.
“What’s so funny?”
“He just called you an insufferable brat,” Drew said, and then he blinked innocently at Joe. “Oh, did I forget to tell you I speak Russian, and I understood you every time you called me an unwashed bastard back in the day?”
“Oh. My. God.” Joe put a hand over his eyes, torn between amusement and embarrassment. He’d had no clue that Drew had understood him, and somehow he couldn’t meet Drew’s eyes now. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. You must think I’m a total jackass.”
“Would I be wearing your ring if I thought that?” Grinning unrepentantly, Drew climbed back into bed and cuddled up on Joe’s other side. “But I figured it was time for me to come clean and let you know you need to pick another language if you don’t want either of us to understand your grumbling from now on.”
Shaking his head, Joe chuckled. “You two. Good thing I love you both madly.” He looked at Drew, raising a brow. “Speaking of coming clean, as it were, we owe Finn a little lovin’, don’t you think?�
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Drew propped himself up on his elbow, eyeing Finn speculatively. “We could tie him up and see how long it takes to make him beg.”
“Oh no. Please. Not that. Anything but that,” Finn said, his voice and expression deadpan.
Laughing, Joe nodded. “Your ties are already wrecked, we might as well put them to good use,” he said and then turned toward Finn and kissed him hard. He felt Drew beside him, felt Drew’s lips on his neck, and reveled in the sensation of being between them, being surrounded completely in a cocoon of warmth and love.
This might not have been the relationship he would have wished for a year ago, but he had learned, however long it had taken, that three was not a crowd. Three, in fact, was exactly right.