Chess Part One Box Set

by Sean Michael

  He met Jason’s eyes. “So good.”

  Jason nodded, hole clenching around him. He felt the pleasure all through him as he continued to fuck Jason, to fill his lover over and over.

  “Harder.”

  Oh, God. Was that…? His sweet boy needing more?

  “Like this?” he asked, putting more strength behind his thrust.

  “Rook. Rook, yes. Please.”

  He sped up as well, really letting Jason have it. The tight muscles gripped his cock, ass squeezing his shaft on each thrust. “Gonna make me come.”

  “Good.” Jason squeezed tighter.

  He laughed, the sound breathless and needy, just like he was. His knees were beginning to ache, but his hips couldn’t help moving, pushing in, over and over.

  “So fucking beautiful.” He was so close.

  Jason arched under him, riding him harder. He pounded in, searching for his climax, for that last little push. His thighs slapped against Jason’s ass.

  His mouth opened as his orgasm began to crash over him. “Lo—”

  Jason bit out his name as his body convulsed around him. Rook jerked in a few more times as he came and came, filling Jason with his spunk.

  Now he could plug that sweet ass, keep his spunk inside Jason. Leaning down, he brought their lips together, his tongue sliding into Jason’s mouth. Jason held on, moaning into his lips.

  “Gonna plug you up, keep my spunk inside you until we get home to Bish and Knight.” He felt the effect his words had on Jason, all around his prick.

  He licked Jason’s nose and grabbed the dildo. It would do until he could go grab a new plug off the shelves. Something big enough to make Jason move carefully all afternoon. Groaning at the thought, he slowly pulled out of Jason’s tight, needy body.

  He kept his finger on Jason’s hole. “Keep it in. For me.”

  “For you.”

  “That’s right.”

  He grabbed the dildo and slid it over Jason’s hole, pressing the head of the glass prick in. Jason moaned—the sound pure sex.

  “Oh, Jase. God…” Rook thought maybe he was in deep, desperate love with this man.

  Jason nodded, rubbing their noses together.

  “Gonna find you a pretty plug. Something nice and big for you to wear.”

  Jason whimpered, fingers clenching into fists.

  “Yeah, I’d say that was a perfect idea.” He sauntered over to the racks, bent over to look on the bottom ones.

  “So pretty.” Jason’s voice sounded raw.

  He looked back, smiled. “Takes one to know one.”

  “Flatterer.” Jason tried to smile back.

  “Oh, no, honey. You’re the prettiest of us all.”

  He loved how Jason flexed for him. He watched a moment longer before going back to his search. There, right there was the perfect plug. It was heavy, but shaped to stay inside even if the wearer was fairly active.

  Jason’s pretty blue eyes were wide. Rook carried the plug over to Jason, slowly taking it out of its packaging.

  “Rook. That’s…”

  “Stunning? Beautiful? Obscene…?” He gave Jason a wink.

  “Big. I’m going with big. And shiny.”

  He laughed. “Those work, too.”

  “Love your laugh.”

  Oh. He smiled at Jason. “Thank you, honey.”

  Jason’s response was a soft smile.

  “Now let’s get you plugged!”

  He laughed again, moving between Jason’s legs.

  It was going to be an amazing afternoon.

  Chapter Three

  Bish curled around Knight, kissing a line across his shoulders. “You think Rook is blowing our boy’s mind?”

  “Mmm-hmm. He had plans. Inventory plans.”

  “I hope he filmed it.”

  Knight chuckled, stretched out against him. “Perv.”

  “You know it—the best kind of perv.”

  “My kind.” Knight sighed. “I should get some work done.”

  “No, you should stay in bed with me until our boys come home.” Bish moved those amazing hands over his skin.

  “Fuck, you’re warm.” That wasn’t a no from his stubborn lover.

  “All the better to keep you in bed.” Bish cupped Knight’s balls and his legs opened like magic. He chuckled. Fuck, he loved this man. This complex, brilliant, sexy, amazing, subby-but-fighting-it man.

  He let his thumb wander back along the warm, smooth patch of skin behind Knight’s balls. There should be a ring there. Why had they never seriously thought of piercing before? Knight had mentioned it yesterday and he was right—Jason would look perfect with a matching ring in the same spot, and Rook’s nipples called out for a pair to tug and twist.

  They could have someone in, make it a party.

  “You look wicked.” Knight hummed softly.

  “That’s because I am.” He bit at Knight’s earlobe. “I think we need a piercing party. Maybe this weekend.”

  “Piercing party? Is that a euphemism?”

  “A euphemism for what? No. I meant we bring someone in, get a little jewelry on all my men.”

  “You want to pierce Jason and Rookie?”

  “Among others, yes.” He waited for the penny to drop.

  Knight’s eyebrow lifted. “Uh-uh.”

  He slid his hand behind Knight’s balls and pressed that spot again. “Right here, babe. With a matching ring on Jase.”

  “No way.” Knight’s hips rolled up into his touch.

  “Yes, way. Can you imagine how good it’ll feel?” He pinched Knight’s skin.

  “I want Jason’s cockhead pierced.”

  “Oh-ho, you do, do you?” He moved his fingers to pinch Knight’s. “Yours, too?”

  “No. No fucking way.” Knight’s eyes rolled back.

  “I think you’ll love it.” He kept playing with the tip of Knight’s foreskin.

  “Not going to.” Knight was right there, with him.

  “I think you will.” He chuckled, slid his thumb across Knight’s slit.

  “Not a chance.”

  Before he could reply the front door opened, Rook calling out, “Honeys, I’m ho-ome!”

  “In here, Rookie.”

  Knight snuggled in, cuddled into his arms.

  Rook and Jase came in, Rook looking pleased as punch while Jase looked just a tad stunned.

  “Someone’s been naughty!” Knight sounded happy about it.

  “Yeah, it was Jase!” Rook sounded the same.

  “Jason? My baby boy?” Knight snorted. “I don’t believe it.”

  Jason had gone about four shades of red, and ducked his head.

  “Wear it proudly,” Bish advised.

  Jason’s big blue eyes met his.

  “He’s wearing his plug very proudly.” Rook patted Jason’s ass.

  Jason’s lips quivered and Knight moaned. “Come here, baby boy. You need a hug.”

  How did the word hug sound so raunchy in Knight’s voice? Jason headed for him, though, with Rook right behind, pulling Jason’s clothes off.

  “Did you spank him, Rookie?” Knight gathered Jason close.

  “Nope. We played with an amazing glass dildo and he’s wearing a wicked steel ring.” Rookie grinned wickedly. “And my spunk’s inside him thanks to this lovely plug.”

  “Mmm. Bish wants to pierce his cock, too.”

  “Oh, God! What a wonderful idea!” Rook laughed and kissed him hard.

  Bish grinned. “Actually, I wanted a guiche on him. And Knight’s getting a guiche as well, while you get nipple rings. We’re going to make a party of it.”

  “I am not.” Knight sounded so shocked. Jason just hid his face.

  Bish laughed. “You are, too. Matching guiches, my dark-haired and blond beauties. And a bonus penis piercing for you.”

  Rook pouted. “If they’re dark and blond beauties, what does that make me?”

  “You, my dear Rookie, are one of a kind.” Bish dragged Rook in and took their lover’s mo
uth with an eager, hungry kiss. Rook melted against him, opened to him, giving himself up wholeheartedly.

  Knight was kissing Jason, keeping the kid close and involved. Bish reached out, found the kid’s ass and squeezed. He loved how Jason jerked, snuggled in, pushed against him. He hummed happily and squeezed that ass again.

  Rook was happily kissing everyone, rubbing and humming and making a slut of himself.

  “Did you not get him off, kid?” Knight bit one of Rook’s nipples hard enough that their Rookie gasped.

  “Of course I did. I wouldn’t leave him hanging!” Jason looked indignant.

  Bish chuckled. “I don’t think you could leave our Rookie hanging.”

  Knight snorted. “At least he’s well-hung.”

  Rook broke off the kisses long enough to grin and say, “You know it, baby.”

  Bish grabbed Knight’s ass, squeezed. God, there was nothing like having a bed full of lovers. He was a lucky fucking man. They all rolled together—one moaning, one laughing, another biting.

  “So you guys down for a piercing party on Saturday?” Bish asked.

  Rookie’s answer was a soft, happy laugh.

  “I’m not getting pierced.”

  “Sure you are, Knight. If Bish says so, you’ll do it.” Rookie knew how they all worked.

  “Am not.” Knight swatted Rook.

  Rook laughed and wriggled his ass back toward Knight. “Are too!”

  “Not.” The next slap was firm, well-placed, and Rookie moaned.

  That sweet ass pushed back again, Rook moaning the words out this time. “Too. Are too.”

  Bish tugged Jason over a little, giving his lovers room to play. Jason looked worried, but Bish nuzzled gently. “It’s just playful. Not bad at all.”

  Rookie waved his ass at Knight again.

  “See? He wants what Knight’s doing.”

  “Why?”

  Knight hummed. “Because it feels so good.”

  Rook nodded, smiled happily. “It does. So will your piercing, K.”

  “No.” Knight swatted Rook again. Stubborn man.

  “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Rook laughed, ass just wiggling and wagging in Knight’s face.

  Knight started laughing, too, then he tackled Rook, tumbling them over and over on the bed. Bish kept Jason out of the line of fire, keeping him sweet with touches. Knight and Rook ended up curled together, laughing and kissing.

  “You see?” He kissed Jason then nuzzled him. “Although, I think the best way to learn is to do. And I’m just the one to do you.” He slid his hand down to cover one of Jason’s ass cheeks.

  “Wh-what?” Jason stiffened, and Bish could feel the kid’s heartbeat speed up.

  “Spanking. It’s fun, Jase. And I’m betting you’ll love it.” He let his hand smack Jason’s body, just gently.

  Rookie immediately moved closer, fingers sliding on Jason’s skin. “You’re going to love it, honey. I swear.” That was their Rookie, always gentling Jason along, making sure their new boy had as much fun as anyone else.

  He swatted again, humming under his breath.

  Rookie pushed up against Jason’s front and moaned. “Do that again, Bish.”

  He nodded and hit two more times, making sure the blows were solid, but not harsh. Jason moaned and Rookie echoed it, then kissed Jason. Knight scooted up behind Rook, spreading his ass.

  “Fuck, this is good with four, isn’t it, boys?”

  Rook’s agreement was muffled by Jason’s mouth.

  Knight winked at Bishop, teasing him, laughing at him. Knight could tease all he wanted, Bish was still throwing a piercing party and Knight was going to be the guest of honor. If his beautiful, pierced artist wasn’t careful, he’d end up ringed all over.

  He gave Jason a few more swats, watching his three lovers writhe together while he did. Knight was teasing Rookie’s hole, Rook was sucking on Jason’s tongue. He rubbed the tip of his prick over Jason’s hole, then spanked him again.

  “I…” Jason cried out, the sound muffled by Rook’s lips.

  He smacked that ass again and again, Rook rocking in the same rhythm, pushing Jason back against him. He was pretty sure Knight was fucking Rookie, too, driving into the man. It was a good idea. He found the lube and slicked up his fingers. The plug was easy to pull at and tug out.

  Jason squeaked, pushed into Rookie’s arms with a cry. Bish nuzzled the long, bare neck in front of him, licking Jason’s skin as he slowly pushed two slick fingers into Jason’s now empty hole.

  “Gonna fuck you, baby boy, while Knight is fucking your Rookie.”

  Jason moaned for him, the sound echoed more loudly by Rook. Rook helped Jason spread and pushed that fine ass closer to him. He pulled his fingers out of Jason and slicked up his prick before pushing it against Jason’s hole. He let Rook’s movements push Jason right onto his cock.

  Jason shook around Bish, his hole spasming. Rook whimpered, reaching out to touch Jason…to touch him even as Knight kept punching into their Rookie. Jason was slick, stretched, and took his cock like a pro.

  Bish reached out himself, grabbing hold of Knight’s shoulder and pulling them all close. Knight’s cheek rubbed his hand, his artist smiling at him. A lot of guys never found one man to love and he had three. That made him three times lucky. Knight leaned down and bit Rook’s shoulder.

  “Fuck.” He plowed into Jason, shoving him up against Rook.

  They moved together, Knight never looking away from him. Bish pressed a kiss to Jason’s shoulder, leaned to kiss Rook’s shoulder as well, and then took Knight’s mouth. Knight moaned into his lips, the sound hungry. He deepened the kiss, fucking Jason eagerly. It was like he was fucking all three of them. Rookie and Jason were devouring each other, both of them moving hard. He could feel every kiss, every motion around his prick.

  Fucking amazing. The big bed was rocking, their sounds filling the air.

  They moved together faster, harder—nothing but bodies and sex and it was amazing. Jason’s body tightened around him, his hole squeezing hard.

  “That’s it, boy. So good.” He let go, let their bodies move him.

  Their boy responded so well to praise, the dear man needing to please.

  “Hands on cocks,” he muttered, sliding his hand down to Jason’s and Rook’s cocks.

  Three hands met his. Fuck, yes. Just like that.

  “Faster,” he growled, and they all responded. The fucking, the jacking, the rocking—they all moved faster and harder…better.

  Time to come, clean up, and order a fucking pizza.

  “Come now. Now.”

  Jason shot and so did Rookie, Knight the only stubborn one. Bish met Knight’s eyes and growled. Knight’s eyes went wide, the dark irises reflecting his own face.

  He came just after Knight did, filling Jason’s ass. Fucking perfect. It was fucking perfect.

  “Good boys,” he muttered, reaching to pat each of them.

  Rook hummed. “I want pizza. Lots of greasy, spicy pizza.”

  Knight laughed and Jason just cuddled in closer to Rook.

  Stretching, Bish came out of Jason and put a kiss on the lovely shoulder. “I think we can make pizza happen.”

  “Spoiled brat,” Knight teased, pushing away from Rook and already padding for the bathroom.

  “You should go with him,” Bish told Jason, giving the boy a slap on the ass. “Rookie and I will take care of the pizza.”

  “I… Okay.” Poor Jase was still a bit leery of Knight, Bish thought. It would do the kid well to spend some more time with him.

  When Jase got out of the bed, Bish drew Rook in close, giving his sweet lover a kiss. “So, you had a good day?”

  Rookie laughed and nodded, nuzzling into him like Rook hadn’t just come—hell, like he hadn’t just spent the entire day coming, which Bish knew well Rook had.

  “Horndog.”

  Rook nodded, perfectly happy with the accusation. “It’s why you all love me.”

  “Only one of the reasons, Rookie.”r />
  A pleased smile bloomed across Rook’s face, and Bish was kissed hard and deep.

  “Okay, so how many pizzas am I buying?”

  Chapter Four

  The pre-dawn morning was perfect for jogging. Knight slipped out of the studio, where he’d spent the night working, and headed out onto the street. The sound of his feet slapping on the pavement kept him company, except on the parts where the snow was beginning to gather. The first hard snowfall of the season was supposed to hit later in the morning, but Knight was beginning to think it was coming sooner.

  Three kilometers into his run, he knew the storm was early. He turned toward home, but only made it to Zva’ before he had to stop. He slipped inside, glad they were already open, and his cell began to ring.

  “Y…y-yeah?” Fuck, he was cold.

  “K, where the fuck are you?” Bish sounded angry, which probably meant he was worried.

  “At the c-c-coffee shop.”

  “Why are you stuttering? Are you okay? Have you seen the blizzard out there?”

  “I’m just c-c-cold. It wasn’t”—he beamed at Rick when a coffee was pushed into his hands—“snowing when I left.”

  “What are you wearing?”

  Somehow that didn’t sound as sexy as it usually did.

  “Running clothes.” A sweatshirt, shorts, and shoes. Bish was going to have a fit.

  The growl on the phone said that was exactly what Bish was in the process of having. “Stay there.” The phone went dead.

  “Ah, fuck.”

  He sat, sipping his coffee, letting the heat thaw him.

  It was nearly fifteen minutes before Bish came in the door, wrapped up like a mummy and carrying Knight’s winter coat and boots.

  “Bish.” He went for a smile.

  “You are going to catch your death out running in this weather wearing that.”

  His boots were dropped onto the ground in front of him, a hat, scarf and mitts pulled out of one of the sleeves of the coat Bish was carrying.

  “I’ll look silly in boots and shorts.”

  “So what do you suggest, K? Walking home like that?”

  “I was going to run.” He grabbed his coat.

  “You did run—you’re all sweaty. You’re going to make yourself sick.” Bish took a breath, helped him into the coat. “Sorry. I freaked out a bit when I saw the blizzard outside and you were nowhere to be found.”