by Sean Michael
“Just think of all the things we’re going to learn together, Jason.” Knight sounded like a…devil or something.
He could feel Rook’s grin against his skin. “Like we’re in school or something. If school had been like this when I went…”
That made him chuckle, actually helped him relax, and he heard Bishop hum. “Good job, Rookie.”
Rook’s tongue licked along the shell of his ear. Jason shivered and buried his face in the pillows as cool lube dripped over his hole. The soft kisses and tongue touches continued, accompanied by Rook’s hand rubbing over his shoulders and down along his spine.
“Spread your legs, pretty boy. Let Bishop in.”
Rook’s hand moved down his spine to his ass, then to his thighs, encouraging and helping him to do it. Jason thought he was going to scream, run, but he didn’t.
He spread.
“That’s my pretty boy.” Bishop’s fingers stroked along his crack, rubbing in the slick.
“Have you done this?” His fingers twined with Rook’s.
“Oh fuck, yes, honey. So many times. Bishop has the most magnificent cock and it feels so good inside me.”
More slick was added, then the touch started circling his hole, pressing in just barely.
Rook kept trying to distract him with his tongue, warm and wet and so good on him. Another set of hands started caressing along his skin, stroking him.
He couldn’t miss it, though, even with all the wonderful distractions, when Bishop’s finger breached him. He tensed, ass muscles squeezing, trying to push the intruder out.
“Relax, pretty boy. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not.” Bishop’s voice seemed deep, rich. Fascinating.
That finger pushed in deeper, spreading him open.
“Good boy. Just think how you’ll feel, full of Bish.” Knight always sounded like he was laughing.
“It’s exquisite.” Rook’s fingers danced along his spine as Bishop’s pushed even deeper inside him.
The touch was maddening—too big, yet not big enough…not enough.
“Need more, pretty boy?”
He nodded, whimpering softly, his nerves on overload.
He thought he heard a voice whisper, “Sweet slut.”
Rook encouraged him to turn his head, then took his mouth as the pressure at his hole got stronger, bigger. There were hands touching him all over—sliding and stroking and caressing. It felt overwhelming, huge. Even bigger were the two fingers opening him up, stretching him.
He rocked forward, but his hips were caught, cradled in the pillows.
“Relax into it, pretty boy.” Bishop’s voice was like an extra touch, like drinking expensive whiskey.
“He’s a natural, Bish, so hungry for it.”
“He is. And all ours.” Another finger pushed in with the first two, the stretch unbelievably large.
Jason cried out, his body jerking and shuddering.
“You can take him,” Rook assured, nuzzling his face.
“Full. I won’t stretch.”
“You will, Jay, just you wait and see.”
“You’ll do fine, pretty boy.” Teeth bit the curve of his ass and he jerked.
“Just go with every sensation. Every one.” Rook went back to kissing him as Bishop’s fingers disappeared.
His lips opened, the kiss deep, stealing his breath. Rook’s eyes held his as the kiss went on and on. It wasn’t distracting enough to keep him from noticing when the thick, blunt heat of Bishop’s cock pressed against him. He gasped, and Rook squeezed his fingers.
As Bishop kept nudging, pushing at his hole, Rook’s tongue played with his, danced inside his mouth. Jason felt his hole stretch, felt a burn as Bishop kept pushing in. Rook’s fingers stroked through his hair and over his shoulders, digging into his skin when he tensed.
“Press back against him, Jason. It’ll make it easier.” Knight’s hand wriggled under him, working his nipple.
The thick cock just kept pushing, stretching him.
Rook nodded and Jason took a deep breath, tried to push back, but his body tensed, refusing to do it.
“Shh. Shh. It’s okay, honey. You’re going to be just fine.” Rook’s hands caressed his arms and Knight pinched his nipples.
“I don’t think I can do this.”
More lube cooled the heat around him, eased the pressure a bit and Bishop slipped in, the head piercing him. “Oh, God.”
“No, that’s Bishop.” Rook gave him a wink.
“It’s big.” His ass clenched.
“He is. But he’s good. He knows how to make you feel so good.”
The pressure made him groan and he thought he would just scream, then Knight pinched his nipple hard and he jerked backward, taking more of Bishop in.
“There you go. So good. He’s going to take such good care of you.”
His muscles trembled, the sweat springing up on his skin. The ache eased into a pressure deep inside him.
“Tell him when you need him to move,” whispered Rook.
“Please. Please, I need.”
“It’s okay. Let Bishop give you what you need.” Rook nodded, and Bishop suddenly started stroking inside him. That heavy cock rubbed over something and he gasped, the zing unexpected.
Rook moaned. “Yeah, right there, Bishop. Just look at his face as you hit it.”
“Please.” He didn’t know what he needed.
“Bishop’s got you. It’s going to be so, so good.” As Rook spoke, Bishop’s movements got bigger and Jason could feel the thick cock sliding away, then pushing back and nudging that place inside him again.
“Yes…” He rocked back, trying to get that again.
Bishop obliged, cock never quite leaving his body, but rubbing all up inside and making him zing every time.
“There you go. He’s learned something, Bish. You’ve got him.” Knight sounded like a big cat, purring.
“I know.” The movements got bigger, better.
He let his head drop, focusing on the pressure and heat in his hole, how it felt. Rook moaned like he was the one being fucked, the man’s hands caressing his skin in random patterns now, sort of making the sensations in his ass spread out.
Knight’s lips brushed his ear. “There’s no one better. He’s going to make you come so hard.”
Again, Rook sounded like he was the one being fucked, the noise he made so sexy.
“Keep talking, Knight.” Bishop pushed in hard, jabbing that spot.
“We’re going to teach you so much. Stretch you. Plugs and dildos. You’ll take Rook’s hand one day, deep inside you.”
He whimpered, hips jerking violently.
“Fuck! Knight!” Rook moaned again, then kissed him hard.
Bishop’s thrusts got harder, faster.
“That’s right, pretty boy. We’ll make your ass glow, make you come just using those tender nipples. Watch you ride our cocks…”
Jason’s eyes rolled and he cried out, fucking himself on Bishop’s cock, needing to come more than he needed to breathe.
“Fuck! Knight!” Rook whimpered.
Bishop’s hands tightened on his ass, pulling him back into each thrust. “Come on, Jason. Give it up.”
His balls drew up, his cock jerked, and he shot so hard that the room grayed out. Bishop was still buried inside him when the world slowly came back into focus. Rook was kissing him, Knight touching him. It was all gentle and fuzzy.
“Shh. You’re safe. You’re home. Just rest.” The words were surprisingly soft and comforting and he wasn’t sure who said them, so Jason just nodded.
They all cuddled in around him, keeping him cozy and warm.
“This is okay?”
Rook nodded, kissed his temple.
He was so worn out. So fucking tired.
He’d just let them love on him a little as he rested…
Chapter Six
Rook woke up and snuggled with Bish and Jason for a while, but he was horny and awake and they were both still asleep. So he climb
ed out of bed and padded off in search of Knight. The man never slept anymore. Of course, he wasn’t constantly stoned out of his gourd anymore, either, so it was a trade up, really. He grabbed his silk robe from the floor by the couch, slipping it on as he made his way toward the studio. The music was blaring. He heard it as soon as the heavy metal door creaked open. The sounds were hard, driving, wild. It boded well, really. Quiet meant Knight would yell at him and classical music meant deep in the peace of the work…this meant fucking and passion and that Knight needed.
He bounded over, making sure to not come up right behind Knight, but sort of sideways front, so Knight saw his movement, saw him. Knight had an unlit cigarette in his lips, a huge piece of paper taped on to one of the big windows, paint splashed across it.
“Hey,” he said softly, attention torn between the painting and Knight himself.
“Hey, Rookie.” Naked and sheened with sweat, Knight was pure heat.
“You about ready for a break?” He didn’t see any reason to beat around the bush.
“Uh-huh. Was waiting for you.” The cigarette was placed on the window, along with the lighter. Knight hadn’t lit one in two years, Rook guessed.
His cock jumped at Knight’s words. He did love being needed. He pushed into Knight’s space and wrapped his arms around his lover’s neck. “Hope I didn’t keep you waiting.”
“Not too long, babe.” Knight leaned down, lips on his like the man was starving and he was the only thing on earth that would sate him. Rook sank right into the kiss. Knight was intense in a way that Bish, and now Jason, weren’t. He loved how each of his lovers brought something different to the table. Knight’s tongue pressed into his lips, the pressure immediate and sure.
He’d been mostly hard already, but now he was all the way hard, his prick poking through the silk of his robe to rub on the heat of Knight’s belly. Knight’s hand landed on his hip, shifting him, helping him rock into the lean heat.
“Oh, fuck. Love you.” He did. He loved Knight so much. His crazy, intense, passionate artist.
“Love. Love, babe. It was hot—the baby stud and Bish, huh?”
He groaned and nodded. “So hot. Bed was on fire.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Knight took his hand, brought it to that long, thin cock. “Touch me.”
“Fuck, you feel good.” He wrapped his fingers around Knight’s length and began stroking.
“Babe, need you.” Knight framed his face with his hands, and one kiss became two, three…
“Got me, got me.” Knight so had him. “Want you to fuck me, Knight.”
“Mmm-hmm.” The next kiss was a little wilder. “Mattress.”
“Yeah, that works for me.” He pushed into another kiss, rubbing all up against Knight.
Knight walked them across to the mattress, cock kissing his belly on the way.
“Wanna taste you first.” Rook pushed Knight down onto the mattress, climbing up after his lover.
“Babe…” That long body rocked up toward him, arching. He didn’t say anything, just took Knight’s cock in. “Fuck. Fuck, Rook. Babe…your fucking mouth. So hot!”
He hummed happily. It was his thing—blowing his men’s minds. He loved the taste, the way their cocks felt in his mouth. He took more in, working his tongue. Knight cried out for him, bucked up and fucked his lips, so he just put on the suction and let Knight take his mouth. One of those amazingly talented hands found the back of his head and tangled in his hair.
He loved it when Knight held him in place and took him. He hummed around the hot, hard cock in his mouth.
“Gonna shoot. Gonna come down your fucking throat, babe.” He sucked harder. Rook wanted that, he wanted Knight’s spunk in his belly. Knight’s feet thrummed on the mattress, then cum was splashing on his tongue. “Fuck!”
He swallowed then swallowed again, pulling it all in. Fuck, Knight tasted good.
“Babe… Oh, fuck. Your mouth.” The motions slowed, became lazy, undulating.
Rook kept working Knight’s prick, keeping it hard. He knew that Knight would be able to fuck him until he was sore now, enough to make him scream, so he gave that sweet head one last swipe, then let it pop out of his mouth.
“Ride me. Let me feel that tight ass around my cock.”
He took it back in for a second, making sure it was good and slick, then he knelt up over Knight and slowly took his lover in.
“You’re so fine, babe.” Knight looked debauched, lazy…happy.
It was like a touch, those words from his lover.
He licked his lips and sank down farther until his ass rubbed against the hair on Knight’s thighs. Knight started stroking his fingers up Rook’s legs, tracing circles around his hip bones. Groaning, Rook began to rock, moving up and sinking back down again.
“So pretty.” Knight’s eyes were like a second touch.
“You still think so?” He loved how Knight saw him.
“Every day. Every day, babe.” Knight’s chin pointed to a canvas by the window—his face there…lovely.
He beamed down at Knight and rode faster, his hands resting against Knight’s chest. Knight hummed for him, eyelids heavy.
He could feel the sensations building, the pleasure spreading out through his body.
“Love how you feel around my cock, babe.”
“Good from this end, too.” He managed to flick one of Knight’s nipples with his finger. The dark, tight flesh jerked for him, and Knight moaned. “Touch my cock, K. Please.”
“Anything, babe.” That slender, firm hand wrapped around his prick, held him tight and stroked him, base to tip.
“Fuck, yes!” He kept riding, up into Knight’s hand and back down onto his cock.
“There. There, babe. Look at you…”
“Yeah. Yeah.” He was on fucking fire.
“Fucking hot, baby.” Knight never looked away from him.
“Oh, fuck! Knight!” He pinched his own nipples and his vision exploded into fireworks, colors dancing behind his lids as he came.
Knight groaned, fingers dancing over his thighs and up to his belly, avoiding his sensitive cock.
Rook licked his lips and moaned softly. “Gimme a minute and I’ll help you out.” He was just all melted.
“I’m good. Come here.” Knight eased him down, still buried deep inside him.
He slid his hands along skin, his mouth reaching Knight’s, caressing.
“Comfy?” Knight murmured against his lips.
“Yeah.” He kissed him softly. “You feel so good inside me.”
“Mmm… Babe. I love filling you, feeling you around me.” The words were soft, gentle, and Rook knew that this part of Knight was all his.
“Anytime you want me, I’m yours.”
Soft kisses bruised his lips and made them swell. Fuck, he loved Knight. So much. And it was so good.
“Stay for a little while?” Knight didn’t ask him often.
“Yeah, I can do that.” He smiled against Knight’s lips.
“Good.” Knight’s tongue tickled his mouth.
He laughed, happy down to his bones.
It was a very good day.
Chapter Seven
Bish woke up sometime in the middle of the night…well, it was still dark out at any rate.
It was just him and Jason in bed and he had to grin, because that meant that Rook was giving their Knight some late-night loving that had lasted into the snuggling phase, which was going to leave them both in a good mood come morning. Gave him a little time to bond with Jason, too. He had a hunch that, just maybe, despite the welcome fuck, Jason was a little shy of him. So he examined their new addition.
Fuck, but Knight could pick them. Jason really was gorgeous.
Muscled and tanned, with blond hair and sharp cheekbones, Jason looked a little like a Greek god. He reached out and traced one of the ridges of Jason’s abdomen. The skin was smooth, almost silky, and warm. He watched as Jason moaned then arched lazily. Oh, yeah. Not into sex? This man needed touching more th
an anyone he’d ever met, besides his Knight.
He leaned in and whispered into Jason’s ear. “We’re going to take care of you, make sure you’re never starved for touch, long as you’re with us.”
Jason’s eyebrows lowered, then the man scooted closer. Bishop grinned. Oh yeah. This man was theirs as long as they wanted him, and he had a hunch that would be for a very long time. Knight had called it right—their boy Rook was halfway in love already.
He curled his arm around Jason, fingers finding the lovely ass, testing its bounce, watching as Jason’s hips rolled back, then pulled away, like he wasn’t sure what to do.
“Shh, just go with what you want.” He knew what Jason wanted. He let a finger slip along the man’s crack. Hot, swollen—the little hole had to be beautifully sensitive. He stroked it gently, hummed happily.
Jason’s breath caught, then evened out again.
“Sweet, pretty man.” He kissed Jason’s temple.
“Is it morning?” Jason moaned, hummed softly.
“Not quite yet.” He suddenly wanted Jason’s mouth around his cock, wanted to feel that inexperienced innocence around him.
“Mmm.” Jason blinked slowly, waking up.
“Hey, pretty.”
“Hey.” Those beautiful blue eyes made him hard. So innocent, so interesting.
“How are you feeling?” He stroked Jason’s ass.
“I… Tender, a little bit. Not hurting, but…weird.”
“Weird because you liked it, huh?” He ran his finger back down along Jason’s hole.
“Weird because it was… Oh. You’re. I.” Jason’s lips parted and his cock would fit, so perfectly.
“You’re something else, Jason.” He leaned in and licked at those Jason’s lips.
“Is that good?”
“That’s very good.” He licked his way to Jason’s ear. “Very, very good.”
Oh ho. Sweet spot.
Jason shivered, rocking into him.
“I like how needy you are.” He’d like to see Jason deny it—that was a very interested cock poking at his belly.
“It doesn’t make any sense. I haven’t ever before…”
“You didn’t know.” It was as simple as that.
“How stupid do you have to be, man? Not to know?” Jason asked.