by Sean Michael
“You heard me. You have a powerful need and I know how to feed it.” Bishop’s gaze was fucking intense.
“You don’t know dick about me.” Jesus fucking Christ. He had to work hard not to squirm.
“I’ve seen your dick a few times. I would think out of everything I might know or not know about you, that dick of yours is something I know.” Bishop winked.
The bell over the door went off again, Rookie bounding in, all smiles and happiness.
“Bish! Hey, gorgeous!” Rook bebopped over and kissed Bish hard. Then he sat in next to Knight and grabbed his face, kissing him just as hard, body pressed tightly against him. One hand dropped to his upper thigh, and squeezed. “Hey, lover.”
Rook had seemed to get a kick out of calling him that ever since they’d first said ‘I love you’ to each other.
“Hey, Rookie.” Knight nodded at Bishop. “Look who I found.”
“So I see. He’s very pretty.” Rook’s eyes twinkled up at him.
“Pretty?” Bishop grumbled.
“Adorable?” Knight tried.
Bishop’s eyebrow shot up and Rookie giggled, rubbing his cock through his jeans under the cover of the table.
“Cute,” Rook suggested.
“Delicate.” Knight liked this game.
That word saw Rookie burst out laughing, hard enough he snorted a few times.
“That’s a stretch,” Rook noted when he could finally speak.
“Maybe a little.” Knight had to grin, then the laughter busted from him.
The two of them laughed together, Rook leaning against him, as Bishop watched them, a smile on his face at least.
Then Bishop chuckled. “Nuts. The pair of you.”
“We have a pair each,” Rook put in, dissolving back into peals of laughter.
“God, Rookie. Go get us all coffee, huh?” Knight said and Rook threw a napkin at him.
“You go, butthead. I’ve been on my feet all day.”
“Oh, how did it go? Good day?” Knight asked.
“Yeah! We’re going to totally be ready for the grand opening on Saturday. There’s an amazing array of toys. Like amazing.”
“Have you tried them all out personally?” Bishop asked.
“Not yet, but about half of them so far. I’ll get to the rest.”
That made Knight happy. “My Rook, perv peddler.”
Rook nodded, looking pleased. “I am. It’s a beautiful thing.”
The hand on his thigh was a beautiful thing as well, Rook’s fingers teasing along the edge of his package.
“I’ll go get coffees,” Bish offered.
“They know what we get,” Knight told the man.
“Thanks, big guy, that’d be great. Get me something sticky and gooey, too, please,” Rook asked.
Standing, Bishop gave a little chuckle. “I can do that.”
Rook wriggled even closer once Bishop had gone. “You smell good, K. Did you put cologne or something on?”
“Nope. Just coffee and a cinnamon bun.” He slipped his hand along Rookie’s leg, his eyes on Bishop’s ass.
“Well, it smells good on you.” Rook wriggled beneath his touch and hummed softly. “And you feel good.” Then Rook followed his gaze. “Mmm. He’s pretty fucking hot, isn’t he?”
“He is. You think he just lost interest?” He knew better. He’d heard the promise in that ‘boy’.
Rook shook his head. “I think he’s waiting for a proper invitation.” Turning, Rook met his gaze. “Do you think we should extend one to him?”
“Is it going to piss you off?” He didn’t want that. Rook was…his lover, and he wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that.
Rook shook his head. “I think he’s special and I think I could love him, too.” Rook rubbed against him. “I love you so much, but that doesn’t mean there’s no more room in me for more love. But only if it’s what you want, too. “
“Why does everything that comes out of your mouth sound pervy, Rookie?” he teased.
Rook mouthed the words he’d just said over again and began to laugh. “It does, doesn’t it?” Then he shrugged. “Probably because I am a perv.”
“It’s a fabulous quality in a Rook.”
Rook reached for his cock, squeezing him, and he could feel the warmth of Rook’s hand, even through denim. “Thanks, K. It works for me. Hell, it brought me you, didn’t it?”
“Mmm. I think I brought me you. I’m the one that asked.”
Rook tilted his head, then nodded. “Uh-huh. You did. But that’s because you saw me for who I was right from the start. You gave me that drawing you did of me, after all. I kept it, you know.”
“Good. It’s yours. I did it for you.”
Rook nodded. “I’m going to treasure it. And not just because one day it’s going to be worth a shitload of money. Though it is. A Knight original drawing. Of me. I bet there’s men who’d pay dearly for that.”
“Like me.” Bishop sat down with a tray.
“You don’t have to pay for it, Bish.” Knight wanted to paint Bishop. A lot.
“Yeah, we’re not hookers. If you want sex, all you have to do is ask.” Rookie giggled at himself, then dove for the icing-covered cinnamon bun on the tray. “Oh, I love these. They taste good on Knight.”
“I meant the art,” Bishop noted, putting a cup of coffee in front of Knight. “There’s a slice of banana loaf and a chocolate tart left. I’m happy with either, or we could share.”
“I like sharing, and I meant the art, too.” Knight opened his mouth for a bite.
Bishop leaned in and gave him a kiss, slipping his tongue in between Knight’s open lips to explore his teeth and tongue. It was hot and fierce and when Bishop’s hand slid behind his neck to keep him there, it was even better. Rook made a happy, moany noise next to him. He groaned, hands on Bishop’s chest, the heat making his fingers curl.
The kiss ended as abruptly as it had started, Bishop sitting back in his seat across the table. The man was panting hard and his eyes were dark, proving that he’d been affected by the kiss as well.
Rook whimpered softly. “We need to take this back to Knight’s place so I can watch more of that hotness.”
“We have coffee,” Knight pointed out.
Rook pouted and Bishop laughed.
“Waiting is good for you,” Bishop suggested. “Instant gratification has its place, but so does anticipation.”
Rook stuck his tongue out at Bishop. Bishop reached out, grabbed it and tugged.
Rook’s eyes crossed and he managed a mangled, “Hey!”
“Let go, man.” Knight didn’t like that. Bishop could do what he wanted to Knight, but he had to be nice to Rookie.
Bishop did, giving him a knowing look.
He rumbled a little, feeling surprisingly off balance. That wasn’t like him at all.
Rook pressed closer and rubbed his thigh. “You good, K?”
He loved the way Rook could look at him and make the rest of the world disappear. “I am. Too much coffee.” He slammed the next one down.
Rook laughed and rolled his eyes, but Bishop’s gaze stayed on him, watching his every move like the man was analyzing him.
“Let’s go home.” Knight felt restless, itchy. Weird.
“You want to ask Bishop if he wants to come with us?” Rook asked quietly, eyes on his.
Bishop remained quiet and when he glanced at the guy, there was no knowing look or mocking glance, just a man waiting for his answer to the question.
“Yeah.” He didn’t know why, but he did. Damn it.
Rook grinned at him. “Cool.” Turning to Bishop, Rook made the offer. “Would you like to come home with us, Bishop?”
“For dinner?” Bishop asked.
Rook laughed. “Well, we can feed you, too, but we’re planning to make you work for your supper and I mean the kind of work that involves three bodies and lots of sweaty fun.”
His Rookie was nothing if not direct. He loved it.
“Then yes. I
would like to go home with the two of you.” Bishop’s voice was deep, sexy, and the gaze that encompassed him and Rookie both felt like it was going to burn him up.
Rook wriggled next to him, clearly also affected.
“Let’s go.” Knight grabbed their sweets, shoving Rook’s last bite into the waiting mouth.
Rook tried to grin and chew at the same time and it was amazing that Rookie didn’t choke on it, but he didn’t. It was no doubt for the same reason that Rookie could deep throat so well.
They all headed out, Rook in the middle. Knight wasn’t sure he could handle Bishop touching him right now. It was hard enough, having those knowing eyes on him now and then as they walked.
Rookie regaled them with one tale after another about the shop, the toys it was stocked with and hiring staff.
“You find a manager yet, Rookie?” Knight asked.
“There’s one guy with potential. We’ll have to see. I definitely don’t want the job.”
“No. No, you’re the owner.”
And Rook had money. He didn’t have to stress.
“Exactly.” Rook grabbed his hand and squeezed it. “I’m going to play at the store and at home, have a great time doing both.”
They got to his place, Rook whipping out his key and opening the door for them. They headed up in the elevator, looking at each other. Bishop looked at him and he looked at Bishop and Rookie looked at them both. Finally Rook laughed and leaned in, giving him a toothy kiss.
It totally broke the tension and Bishop stepped out as the elevator doors slid open.
Rook opened the door to his place and they all went in. It was Bishop who closed the door, not hard, but decisively. Then he locked it. Apparently it was time to play.
Knight couldn’t argue with both Rookie and Bishop, so he didn’t.
Rook kept kissing him, Bishop’s hands landing on his waist and tugging both of them toward his nest. Rook had added his own blankets, crazy fur covered pillows and weird foam pillow wedges for sex. They looked strange, but he had to admit, they made different positions extremely comfortable. For both parties. He’d have to see if they worked as well when they were three.
“Daisy chain blow jobs?” Rook broke their kiss to ask.
“Works for me,” Knight said, stripping off his shirt.
Rook bounced and kissed him again, then started stripping, too. They were both mostly undressed before he realized that Bishop hadn’t even started yet, was instead watching them. He tried not to blush, tried to pretend he didn’t notice, didn’t care. Rook cared, though, and didn’t seem to care who knew.
“I thought you were joining us?” Knight asked.
Bishop smiled. “Yeah. Sorry, I was distracted by the view.” Bishop’s gaze took them both in.
“Still, you have to play.” Knight just sucked it up and headed over, opening Bishop’s belt.
“I want to. That which was distracting me is also turning me on.” Bishop gave him a wink and pushed toward his hands, letting him tug the belt out of its loops.
Rook moaned softly.
“Come help, Rook.”
“Uh-huh.” Rook chuckled. “I got distracted just like Bishop did.”
Then Rook was right there with him, working on Bishop’s buttons. Bishop, the big butthead, wasn’t helping at all, letting them do it all. He wasn’t easy. He ripped Bishop’s jeans open, tugged them down over the sweet ass.
“Take your shirt off, Bish,” Rook ordered.
Grinning, Bishop did exactly that, moving slowly.
“Look at that pretty belly!” Rook stared happily.
“Mmmhmm. Someone is a gym bunny.” Knight approved, fingers dragging over Bish’s abs. He could paint this man for days.
Bishop flexed for them. “I am. I like looking good.”
“And you do,” Rook assured Bishop, joining their fingers. “I want to lick you all over.”
Bishop spread his arms. “Go for it.”
Knight couldn’t decide if he found that lazy confidence sexy or frustrating.
Rook rubbed his hands together, then nudged Knight. “I could taste you too and compare flavors.” Rook looked around. “It’ll be easier if you both lie down next to each other.”
Bishop finished stripping, then tugged Knight to the pile of cushions, tugging him down. Okay then.
Bishop turned him slightly, taking his mouth in a kiss that he could feel all the way to his toes. Rookie made an appreciative noise, then licked his right nipple, Rook’s tongue hot and wet and so very good. He knew when Rook found Bishop’s nipple, a low moan filling his mouth.
Okay. Okay, this could work for him. Down deep.
Bishop continued to kiss him, one hand sliding through his hair, then across his shoulders in long, random movements. Rook touched him, too, fingers sliding on different parts of his skin as that sweet mouth kept taking tastes. Knight groaned, trapped as easily as that, caught in a web of mouths and fingers and hot skin.
Rook’s mouth moved from his nipple to his abs, then continued downward. It was slow and hot, Bishop moaning and jerking when Rook’s mouth disappeared from Knight’s body. It was sexy as hell, sharing Rookie’s mouth like this.
He stroked his fingers over Bishop’s face, focusing on the shape, the lines. Bishop was gorgeous in an entirely different way from Rookie. Together they were a study in male beauty.
His breath caught as Rook’s tongue slid along the side of his cock where it pressed against Bishop’s hip. Bishop chuckled, their kiss going deep, fierce. It went even fiercer a moment later and a moment after that, Rook took both their cocks in, wrapping their heads together in heat and wet and pressure.
“Jesus!” Knight arched, their lips parting with a pop.
The pressure eased for a moment as Rook grinned around them. Then Rook’s mouth tightened again, this amazing suction beginning. He’d never been inside someone’s mouth with another cock before. Bishop grabbed his head and kissed him again, taking his mouth like Bish was desperate, starving for him. Between that and Rook’s mouth fellating them, he was flying.
Rook took them in deeper, that amazing mouth working them so good. His balls drew up, his body trying to explode, bust. Rook slapped at his cock with that magical tongue, then bobbed his head, sucking hard again. Bishop’s strangled groans filled his mouth.
He wrenched his mouth away from Bishop’s and managed to groan out, “Soon.”
Rook pulled harder, making it clear he wanted it. One of Rook’s hands slid over his ass, rubbing before a finger pressed against his hole.
“Yes.” The finger that pushed into him was thicker, stronger, more insistent, and he cried out, shooting so hard he rattled.
Rookie swallowed him down, the constriction of his throat feeling like heaven. Bishop grunted and he actually felt Bishop’s come filling Rookie’s mouth around his flesh before Rookie swallowed it down. He whimpered, his body covered in goosebumps.
Rook sucked a few moments longer, tongue sliding along his flesh. Then Rook slowly came off, his and Bishop’s cocks resting against each other. Rook squeezed his ass and kissed his belly.
“You both taste fantastic,” Rook told them, looking like the cat who ate the canary.
He reached for Rookie with a shaking hand. Rook slid up between him and Bishop, turning toward him. “Need you.” Writhing, Rook proved that, cock hard as it rubbed along his belly.
“We should blow his mind,” murmured Bishop, giving him a grin over Rook’s shoulder.
He chuckled and reached down, fingers squeezing Rook’s cock like it was a tube of paint. Rook’s eyes rolled, a sweet whimper coming out of him. Bishop, meanwhile, disappeared behind Rook and the next thing he knew, Rook’s eyes went wide and he cried out.
Yeah. Yeah, that was it.
He leaned forward, kissed Rookie good and hard, hand flying on the heavy cock. Rook fed him sweet noises, cock jerking in his hand as Bishop did whatever he was doing to Rook’s ass. Tongue-fucking it was his best guess. Whatever it was, Rook was wild, l
eaking and crying out against him. Rook threw a leg around his waist, tugging him close as he jacked the long cock.
“Oh! Oh, Fuck!” Rook’s voice sounded high, the need twined through it.
“Uh-huh. So fucking pretty, Rookie.” Knight loved the sweet son of a bitch.
“Knight…” The word was breathless, Rook’s eyes glazed over, not seeing a damn thing. Then they widened, Rook shooting over his hand.
“Mmm.” He chuckled, nuzzling into Rook’s throat. “Mind blown.”
“Uh-huh.” Rook sounded like he didn’t even know what he was agreeing to.
Bishop’s chuckle was warm and he grinned at Knight, once more leaning over Rook’s shoulder. He looked a little smug, but Knight had to give it to him. They’d done it for Rook.
They settled together, a jumble of limbs.
“God, that was good,” Rook said. “The double blow job as well as the orgasm.”
That was one of the things Knight loved about Rookie—he was so giving.
And Knight had to agree. “It was. It was blistering.”
“You guys are amazing,” Bishop told them. “Hotter than hell, in and out of bed.”
Rook wriggled between him and Bishop, looking pleased at the compliment.
“Yeah. We do pretty good, the three of us,” Knight admitted.
“Next we need to fuck. Bishop’s got a magnificent cock, K—you’ve got to experience it.” Rook rubbed slowly between them.
Bishop chuckled. “You’re very good for a man’s ego, Rook.”
Rook shrugged. “I just call it like I see it.”
“You’re a dipshit, Rookie.” Knight stole another kiss. Bishop might destroy him.
“But I’m your dipshit,” Rookie insisted, eyes happy as they smiled at him.
Bishop’s deep chuckle slid along his spine.
“God, yes.” They shared another kiss, then Rook turned to kiss Bish.
That sweet ass pushed into his crotch in a blatant invitation. Or perhaps a demand. Rook looked back over his shoulder. “Love you, man. Make me fly.”
What could Knight do but give Rookie what he wanted?
* * * *
Bishop watched as the door closed after Rook, the kid going to his store to make the last-minute preparations for his big opening. That left him and Knight. Him and the stunning pushy bottom. He turned to look at Knight, giving the man a grin.