by Sean Michael
“Hrmf.” Knight nodded, so that must’ve been a yes.
He laughed and leaned, biting at the chicken leg Knight held. It was really good, and he moved in to lick at the bit of potato salad on Knight’s lips. It went really well with the chicken.
“Are you two at it again?”
“What the hell?” Knight looked toward the voice, scowling. “My roof, dude. Mine.”
“No, I don’t think so. You have access to it as a part of your rental agreement, but it’s my roof.” It was the same dude who’d caught them dancing in the rain all those weeks ago.
That had been an amazing first date and Rook wriggled with the memory.
Knight glared. “I have exclusive access, fuck-monkey.”
“I’m the landlord. I can be on the roof anytime I want,” countered the blond dude.
Rook stood, getting between Knight and the big, hot stud. “We don’t have to fight. Although what the hell is your problem? We’re having a damn picnic is all.”
“Maybe he’s so deep in the closet he got lost.” Oh, Knight was going to get them killed.
At the same time, that was hilarious. Rook peeked over at the big guy.
Big, Blond and Buff looked at Knight like that man had two heads.
God, what a stud. It was too bad he seemed so disapproving. Rook would love it if he joined them. Well, if Knight was into it, too.
“You want some chicken?” he offered. It was a sad consolation prize compared to him and Knight, but it was something.
Blondie raised an eyebrow but headed for them and took the chicken.
Rook pointed to the blanket. “There’s enough room for you to sit and enjoy it.” See? They weren’t doing anything wrong. He nudged Knight.
Knight nodded. “The food rocks.” He held one hand out. “I’m Knight and this is Rook.”
Rook watched as Blondie’s hand swallowed up Knight’s. “Bishop.”
Rook started laughing as he shook Bishop’s hand.
One blond eyebrow went up. “There something funny?”
“Are you kidding?” Rook asked. “Rook, Knight and Bishop?” He thought it was fucking hilarious.
“All we need is a king and queen, huh?” Knight cackled, the sound like a huge bird.
“Oh, I can do a pretty good queen when I want to.” Rook preened as Bishop laughed. Oh, the man had a nice, deep chuckle. Very nice.
He and Knight sat back down, and Bishop joined them. They all nibbled for a while, not saying anything.
“The potato salad is really good.” Rook offered the container to Bishop, along with a fork.
He had to admit, if Bishop hadn’t been here, he and Knight would have probably been going at it after the first couple bites. This way they got a little anticipation, right?
He tried the corn salad, the bite of acidity surprising and bright. “Oh, God, this is good.” He offered a spoonful to Knight.
Knight opened like a little bird, snapping the bite up.
“Isn’t it good?” He wondered how Knight would describe the flavor. He loved how Knight saw things.
“Bright. All silvers and cobalt blue. I love it.”
Rook beamed. “I love that.”
He didn’t care that they weren’t alone—he leaned in and planted one on Knight’s lips. Knight obviously didn’t mind either, because he gave Rook one right back.
Licking Knight’s lips as the kiss ended, Rook sat back, smiling like mad. “It almost tastes as good as you, K.”
Bishop rolled his eyes, but Rook didn’t really care.
“So what are you doing here, really, Bishop? You’re too young to actually own the building, right?” Knight winked at Bishop.
“I really do own the building. And aren’t you too young to be a famous artist?”
“Absolutely.” Knight grinned. “Either that or I’m an immortal.”
“Oh, wouldn’t that be fun!” Rook asked. As long as there was no chopping off heads or anything in some weird attempt at global domination by a single immortal.
Bishop chuckled softly.
“It would, except that you’d want the decent people immortal too, right?” Knight asked.
“Are you saying you’re not decent?” Rook supposed it depended on what you meant by decent.
“God, no. I’m obscene!”
“Thank goodness, because I love obscene.” Rook really did prefer it.
“Yeah, that’s always more fun.” The quiet words from Bishop surprised him.
He gave Bishop a smile and nodded. “It is. Me and Knight are way more fun.”
Bishop grinned at him, seemed to unbend a little more. He could so handle less judgment, and he didn’t want Knight getting into a big fight. Fucking was far better than fighting any day.
Knight offered Bishop part of a sandwich. Bishop took it with a nod and a “thanks,” and Rook just beamed. Not having the landlord mad at you was a good thing.
Of course, he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. He grabbed a piece of brownie, taking little nibbles.
“So seriously, is there a problem with the building, or are you just bored?” Knight asked Bishop.
“No problem with the building. I tend to hang out up here to think. I like the fresh air and the peace and quiet.”
“So we’re cramping your style?” Rook asked.
“Nah, I’m just worried you’re going to get yourselves arrested for public indecency. This isn’t the tallest building in the area.” Bishop nodded to the high rises to the right.
“But we’re not public.” Knight waved to anyone who might be watching.
“I have a feeling if someone made a fuss, this would be considered public.” Bishop shrugged. “If you don’t care if you’re arrested or not, though, I suppose there’s nothing I can do about that.”
“You care, though,” Rook noted. And he didn’t think it was because Bishop was worried about his property. He thought it was because Bishop cared about something bad happening to them.
Bishop shrugged, and suddenly Knight pushed over and hugged the big guy tight before settling back down to nibble on a cookie.
Oh, that had been hot. Rook was surprised that he wasn’t just a little bit jealous, but he wasn’t. He wanted to hug Bishop too. And maybe see Bishop and Knight fuck or something. He licked his lips and kept his thoughts to himself.
Bishop just stared at Knight, then reached out, stole Knight’s cookie and took a bite. Rook laughed, eyes wide as he watched, eager to see how Knight would react to that. He was utterly fascinated.
“You took my cookie, you little turd.” Knight reached up and pinched Bishop’s nipple.
Bishop gasped, looking shocked. For about two seconds. Then he leaned in and grabbed Knight’s nipple through his shirt, holding on. “There’s nothing little about me.”
Rook looked the big guy up and down and had to agree. Knight sucked in a deep breath, and Rook could feel the electricity firing. Oh, he wanted in on that. He moaned. Loudly.
Finally Rook growled at them. “Just kiss already.”
Bishop grabbed Knight by the back of the head, dragged their bodies together and took Knight’s mouth in a take-no-prisoners kiss. Moaning, Rook humped the air, the heat between Bishop and Knight absolutely incendiary. Plus, he got to kiss Bishop next and the man was getting hotter by the second.
God, this was fun.
He reached out, ran his hand down Knight’s back, along Bish’s thigh, keeping them connected. He watched for about thirty more seconds before he couldn’t stand being left out in the cold for a moment longer. He pushed in, pressing his lips against theirs.
Then things went from heated to nuclear. He’d never had a three-way kiss before and he wasn’t sure why he’d waited so long. It was fucking spectacular.
Neither Bishop nor Knight tried to keep him out of it. They both welcomed him in and he felt like a part of something extra special. Moaning, he pressed his body against theirs as their tongues all slid together.
“Talk…talk about gi
ving the neighbors a show.” Knight moaned, teasing them all.
Rook giggled.
Bishop chuckled. “Much as I’d like to say screw it, I think we’d be far more comfortable in a bed. If that’s where this is going.”
“Oh, I hope that’s where this is going,” Rook replied.
Both he and Bishop looked at Knight.
“I have a big bed downstairs.”
Oh, fuck yes.
“It’s more of a nest,” Rook had to point out as he jumped up and started throwing things into the picnic basket. “But I bet there’s more room there than in an actual bed.”
“It’s soft and there’s room for acrobatics. Do you like to fuck, Bishop?” Knight asked.
“I’m a fucking master at fucking, Knight.”
Rook was back to giggling. Fucking master at fucking. He loved it.
He handed the blanket to Knight and the basket to Bishop, then took their free hands in his and led them downstairs. He wanted to play.
Bishop went downstairs with Knight and Rook, not quite believing he was doing this. A threesome with the two sexy fuckers who’d been dancing naked on his roof during the storm. He hadn’t really been surprised when he’d noticed them headed back up to the roof today. He had been a little surprised they weren’t already naked. The two of them exuded sexuality and were fucking hot.
The skinny Knight especially called to his toppy side. Rook just made him want to fuck. So different and yet he wanted them both. And instead of being damned for it, the universe was giving him the both of them. He obviously had built up some good fucking karma.
Knight let them into the apartment that took up the majority of the fifth floor and Bishop was impressed. The place was huge, but didn’t look like a warehouse. It was warm and bright and there was the biggest pile of pillows and covers by the some of the windows.
He looked around, nodding. “Not bad. Not bad at all.”
“Thank you. Get naked.”
Bossy little fuck.
“Are you always this pushy?” he asked, not making any attempt whatsoever to get naked.
Rook laughed, already nearly completely undressed.
“Yes.” And Knight didn’t look worried about that fact at all.
It made Bishop laugh and he stood with his legs spread slightly, put his hands on his hips and made a demand of his own. “You get me naked.”
Rook stopped mid-step, one foot still in the jeans that were pooled on the floor, his eyes wide. He looked from Bishop to Knight, and back to Bishop.
Knight gave Bishop a stare, then slowly pulled off his own shirt. Bishop let one of his eyebrows go up. Knight would be a huge challenge. A very fun huge challenge. He stayed right where he was, watching and still not getting himself undressed
It was Rook who came to him and began unbuttoning his shirt.
“I didn’t tell you to do it,” he noted.
Rook just laughed and kept unbuttoning. “You guys can have this stand-off later—I just want to make like bunnies.”
Knight slid out his pants, exposing a tight, tiny little ass that Bishop wanted to plow. His cock went from partly interested to full on hard, just like that. Okay, he could get behind the ‘battle of wills later, fuck now’ plan.
“Oh, this bad boy is totally worth playing with!” Rook hooted. “Knight, come see!”
Rook wrapped his cock in one hand, tugging on him as Knight came over, offering him a whistle. Bishop grunted, the sensations and praise making him feel ten feet tall.
“Oh. That’s a yummy bite. I’m glad you came to play.” Knight stroked him, one firm tug, base to tip.
“Uh-huh. As long as you don’t bite,” he managed to get out. God, that was a nice firm touch. The two of them were making him crazy.
“I make no promises,” Knight said, even as Rook shook his head.
“Like we’d hurt that,” said Rook. “It’s perfect.”
“You’re a keeper,” Bishop told Rook. Then he looked at Knight. “And you need a spanking.” His palm itched to do it.
“Yeah, well, good luck with that.” Knight’s hand disappeared, the skinny artist slipping behind Rook and now it was Rook getting that touch.
“We’ll talk about it later.” Bishop could be patient.
Rook rolled his eyes. “You wanna fuck or what?”
He nodded. He did.
“Good.” Rook pounced him, their mouths coming together hard.
Knight’s hand ended up trapped between them, the pressure of Knight’s knuckles against his shaft making him gasp. Rook hummed, tongue sliding into his mouth. The kid was an eager kisser. Good at it, too. Between Rook’s mouth and Knight’s hand, they were getting him well and truly revved up.
He decided to focus on Rook. Let Knight, the little shit, come ask for it. Rook was certainly into it, all writhing and rubbing. Rook had a great cock, nice and long when hard. And it was hot, like a brand against Bishop’s hips and thighs.
“Want me to suck you?” Rook asked, eyes glittering.
“Has any man ever said no?” he asked.
Rook actually stopped kissing and rubbing and seemed to be really pondering the question. Then he nodded. “There was that one guy who was deep in the closet—like deep, deep. He decided he’d rather kick my ass because I knew he was gay than actually have a blow job. So yeah, it’s happened.”
“Did he manage it?” Rook wasn’t huge but he wasn’t a lightweight, either.
“Nope. Luckily I wasn’t so far into it or drunk enough not to notice the anger come over his face. I got out of there before a single punch was thrown.” Rook shrugged. “It would have probably been a fair fight, but I’m not into trading punches.”
No, Rook was clearly a lover all the way through. He didn’t need to spend much time with the guy to learn that.
“I’m into blow jobs.” Bishop grinned, making the request crystal clear.
Rook beamed. “Me too!” With that Rook dropped to his knees, hands sliding on his cock, touching and tracing it, measuring it and learning its shape. “God, you really are stunning.”
Rook’s change in position put Bishop and Knight face to face. He stared Knight down, the near-black eyes shiny, fascinating. Knight stared right back, strong and bratty, but there was pure need beneath the defiance.
Rook’s lips wrapped around just the head of his cock, holding him tightly while Rook played over Bishop’s cockhead with his agile tongue. Oh, fuck. It was a challenge to keep his eyes open, to watch Knight while Rook drove him out of his mind.
Knight’s hand was wrapped around his own cock and he was jacking it slowly as he stared defiantly.
God, Bishop wanted to put Knight over his knee and spank him. Then fuck his brains out.
Rook took him in deep and swallowed around the head of his cock.
“Jesus!” His eyes rolled back and he thrust hard.
Rook took it, hands wrapping around his hips, not to still him or control him, like he would have guessed, but to encourage him. And every time his cock went deep, Rook would swallow around the head. He was going to die a very happy man.
When he got his eyes open again, he could see Knight giving him a shit-eating grin.
“He’s good at that, isn’t he?” Knight said.
“Fucking perfect.” Rook was a cockhound and there was nothing like that, having a man that wanted to suck.
Knight seemed to relax some at that, his gaze dropping to the top of Rook’s blond head, which was bobbing away. Every time Rook pulled back, he could see his flesh shining and wet from Rook’s mouth. Then Rook would come forward again as he thrust, spreading wide Rook’s red, swollen lips.
Knight jacked himself hard, fingers sliding on his cock, showing it off. Sexy fucker.
Bishop let his eyes drop partway closed, watching Rook’s head bob and Knight’s fingers fly. It was starting to smell like sex, too, the three of them sweating, filling the place with an earthy, male scent. God, the pheromones had to be thick.
Rook did this thing
with his tongue—a swirl and a tug and slap—and he cried out. Shit, he was going to come any second now, Rook getting him there much quicker than he was used to taking. He slid his hands through the blond hair, groaning as he fought holding Rook’s head in place and simply fucking his mouth.
“Fucking sweet, man,” Bishop managed to say through gritted teeth. “Don’t stop.”
“He won’t,” Knight assured him.
Rook’s laugh vibrated along his cock. Then the suction became stronger, like Rook was showing off. Just what he needed—two horny, pushy men. Actually, it sounded like a great fucking plan.
Rook’s grip on his thighs tightened and Bishop felt like they were rounding the bend and headed straight for the cliff edge. It wasn’t going to be long now. Rook was entirely too good. He let it happen, sank into the pleasure, the need.
Rook swallowed around the head of his cock and that was it. He shot hard, a low, grunting noise pulling up from his belly.
“Fuck. Good. Yes.” He stroked Rook’s head.
Rook took every drop, then spun to pounce on Knight, knocking the man over into the bed. “Your turn!”
That afforded him an amazing view of Rook’s ass, high in the air as Rook bent to his task of blowing Knight. It bobbed along with Rook’s head, mesmerizing him. Knight moaned, fingers sliding on the mussed sheets, hips rocking up restlessly. Bishop didn’t blame the man. He knew how that mouth felt now.
One of Rook’s hands stole up along Knight’s side and two pretty fingers twisted Knight’s nipple. Knight groaned and arched, the sight stealing his breath.
Bishop’s cock jerked. It had never gone soft, but now it was staying nice and firm for sure. He wanted to plow that pretty ass in front of him. Hell, he wanted to do them both.
“Want to fuck you, Rook. Want in.” Bishop knew he sounded like a cave man, but it was the best he could do.
Rook waved that pretty ass from side to side, the offer clear as day.
Knight laughed, the sound thick. “The answer to that is always going to be yes, please, man. Rookie is a horny fucker.”
“Lube?” he growled, and Knight pointed to a tube and rubbers right on the bed of cushions.
Talk about being prepared, these two fuck-monkeys had a huge tub of the stuff and the biggest row of rubbers he’d ever seen. He appreciated men who knew what they wanted and weren’t ashamed of it.