by Sean Michael
Bish’s hand slid over his where it was wrapped around the bar, squeezed. “How’s the jewelry this morning?”
“I didn’t notice it.” He’d tried to ignore it.
Bish chuckled and said softly, “Liar.”
“Am not.”
Bish moved slowly around the bench, sitting on the end and leaning in, reaching between his spread legs.
“B-bishop?” Oh, God. “I need to do another set.”
His hand kept moving and just barely nudged the ring between his legs.
“Oh, fuck.” His toes curled.
“So how’s the jewelry this morning?” he repeated.
“Fine. Fine.” Hot. Aching just the barest bit.
“It’s fucking sexy, Jase. How does it feel when you’re getting fucked?”
“Aren’t we supposed to be working out?”
“The equipment isn’t going anywhere, baby boy.”
Bish’s hands landed on his thighs then began rubbing slowly up and down them, the touches deep and slow. His cock began to fill.
“It makes me hard, baby. Knowing it’s there.”
He looked up at Bish, an ache building in him. They were each different, but Bish made him feel…
Leaning in, Bish derailed his thoughts with a kiss that stormed his defenses. One huge hand cupped his cock and balls and squeezed, just enough to make his breath hiccup.
“I think we’d both be happier this morning if we bench-pressed each other.”
“Bench-pressed…” His eyes rolled.
Bish laughed, the sound deep and sexy. “Hey, we can’t let Rookie be the only one allowed to make sex puns.”
“He’s good at it.” Sort of amaz… Oh, fuck. Bish rolled his balls and his hips tilted.
“He is. I’m the one with you now.” The next kiss stole his breath completely.
He cried out into Bishop’s lips. Bish rubbed against him, letting him feel all those amazing muscles as they pressed him into the bench. He tried to let go of the bar, but his fingers were clenched tight.
Bish’s hands slid along his sides, digging in so they didn’t tickle. So he could feel them. On the trip down, his sweats were peeled away, baring him. Bish’s body was hot and sweaty above his, the man’s sweats disappearing at the same time his own did.
“Keep your hands on the bar, baby.”
“What?” Oh, fuck.
“Do it or I’ll spank your sweet little ass until it’s red.” Bish’s eyes were dead serious.
He groaned, but held on.
Bish grinned at him. “I was kind of hoping you’d let go.”
He chuckled softly, body heating. “I’m not”—a brat—“difficult like Knight.”
“Doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy a good spanking now and then.” Bish slid fingers across his nipples.
They drew up tight and he shook his head. “No spanking…”
“I don’t know… I think it turns you on.” Bending, Bish licked at his nipples this time, then bit the right one.
“Bish!” He twisted, his pecs shaking.
Bish licked where he’d bitten, fingers sliding to wrap around his waist. The sting became a warm, dull heat. A delicious ache.
“Taste good, baby boy. Sweet.”
“Didn’t sweat enough…” Sweet.
“Sweated just enough.” Bish licked a line along his collarbone.
Oh. Oh, that tickled. He grabbed Bishop’s shoulders, shivering. “Tickles!”
“You let go of the bar.”
“Uh-uh.” He grabbed it quickly.
Bish laughed. “Are you really trying to deny it?”
“Uh-huh.” He didn’t want a spanking.
“Sweet baby.” Bush’s mouth closed over his again.
He wasn’t so sweet, was he?
He opened, body arching up into Bish’s. Bish tongue-fucked his mouth—hard and fast, just like he knew it would be when Bish started fucking his ass. Bish pushed him into the bench, pressing him tight. The fingers of one hand slid over his right nipple, pinching and stroking by turns. He found the rhythm, eyes closed, and focused on Bish. Every touch sent him flying higher. He wrapped around Bish, his ass sticking to the bench.
“Want you.”
He could tell—Bish’s prick was wet at the tip and rubbing against his hole.
“Uh-huh.” He could agree to that.
Bish pushed, the head of his cock pushing, stretching him. He groaned. Bish was thicker than the others, his cock fat and wide.
“So fucking tight.” It didn’t sound like a complaint.
Bish scooped his legs up, tilting him back and pushing deeper. The next thrust hit his gland.
“Oh…” His eyes rolled, his fingers digging into Bish’s biceps.
“Look at that—I found it first try.” Bish pulled back and pushed forward, hitting it again.
“Uh… Uh-huh.” Oh, fuck.
The first try…and the second—third and fourth, too.
“Bish…” He couldn’t think, he couldn’t breathe. All he could do was arch and beg for more.
Bish held his gaze and kept fucking him, filling him over and over. The man was a machine, driving into him, pushing deeper and deeper. He was hard and leaking from it—and not a touch to his cock. Bish’s body kept nudging his piercing, making him ache. Then Bish found his nipple, his thumb stroking across it. He moaned. God, he wanted Bish. He wanted them all.
Bish slid that hand down to wrap around his prick.
“Yes.” He needed that touch.
“Needy man. Beautiful, studly, needy man.” Bish’s words were like another caress.
“Thank you.” He felt like a million bucks.
Then Bish found his gland again, nailing it hard. His eyes flew open, his cock throbbing. Oh. Oh, fuck. Bish nodded at him, looking pleased, looking hot as fuck. He needed more, needed it again. Bish gave it to him, too, punching hard into him. He gasped, eyes rolling, body gripping…
“Fuck, yes. Just like that, baby boy.”
“Again? Please?”
“Mmm. Do love it when you beg.” Bish pushed into him again, smacking right into his gland.
“Yes…” He felt that in his bones.
“Yes,” Bish repeated the word back at him, hips picking up speed, hand working his cock now.
Everything inside him went tight and red hot and desperate.
“Fucking gorgeous. Fucking ours.” Each word came with another thrust, Bish working him hard.
Oh, God. Please. Yes.
“Come on, baby boy. Show me.” Bish hit his gland bang on—hard, perfect. “Show me.”
“Show you…” He bucked and shot, crying out.
“Fuck yes!” Bish jerked and filled him with heat deep inside.
“Bishop.” He moaned, cock jerking weakly at the heat inside him.
“Right here, Jason.” Bishop kissed him—this time softer, but no less in control.
Jason blinked, muscles loose and shaky.
Bish stayed buried inside him, hands on his skin. His muscles jumped and jerked, loving Bish’s touch.
“I think this is my favorite kind of working out.”
“Good. Good ab work.”
Bish laughed, nodded. Strong fingers slid on his abs. “And you’ve got the best abs.”
He flexed, grinning as that made Bish moan.
“Sexy man.”
His hole clenched around Bish’s cock.
“Fuck.” Bish moaned again, pushing in hard.
Oh. Oh. His shoulders left the bench, his fingertips dug in. So Bish did it again.
“Bish!” The bench creaked.
“Right here.” Bish rolled his hips and pushed in again. “In you.”
“Yes. Yes.” He had come more in the last few months…
Bish’s hand found his prick again, wrapping around it. “Hard for me again.”
“Never got soft.” These men were magic.
“I know. Stud.”
He shook his head.
“You are.” Bish squeezed
his prick and pushed in again.
Jase’s eyes crossed, his toes curling.
“Stud, stud, stud. My stud. Our stud.”
He was flying. Flying. Bish moved slowly but surely, keeping him going.
“I knew someone was having orgasms without me.” Rook moaned, stumbling into the gym, naked and hard.
“Two someones,” Bish corrected, holding a hand out to Rook.
Rookie came to them, touching them both. Bish pulled Rook into a kiss, then turned Rook’s mouth to Jason.
“Morning.” Jason moaned as Rook took his lips, tongue pushing in to taste him. Rookie’s kiss did the same thing it always did—melted him, turned him into putty.
“Want your mouth, honey. Want you to suck me.” Rookie licked at his lips, smiling at him.
“Yes. Facing me so I can see that huge cock of yours sliding between his lips.” Bish slammed in hard as he spoke, making Jason cry out.
Rookie gave him another kiss, then straddled his head, prick touching his lips. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Rook’s scent surrounded him, heady and strong, making him shake.
“Feed it to him, Rookie. He loves it.”
“He’s a sweet cocksucker.” How could that not sound like an insult? It didn’t, though. The way Rookie said it, it sounded like the biggest compliment ever. It sounded like…need.
Rook pushed into his mouth, slowly, carefully easing the thick length into him.
“So pretty, Jason. Love the way your lips look on my cock.” Rook groaned for him, the sound pure sex.
“You’re fucking magic together.” Bish’s thrusts matched Rook’s rhythm, both cocks pushing into him at the same time.
He cried out, swallowing hard, his entire body on fire.
“Oh, God, that feels good, Jase.” Rook moved a little faster, Bish matching him stroke for stroke.
Rook’s balls were soft, hot on his face.
Bish and Rook both moaned and he could hear them kissing, the sounds wet and sexy. His prick throbbed, the tip aching and sore. Then Bish’s body nudged his guiche and everything lit up from that point outward. He took Rook down to the root, swallowing convulsively as he shot.
“Oh fuck!” Rookie’s moan was sweet, the feeling necessary to Jason as his throat was flooded with salty heat.
“Pretty baby—love to watch him suck.” Bish gripped his hips solidly enough to bruise. Then the man fucked him, hard and quick for half a dozen strokes.
“I love to feel him suck. And to watch your face as you come, Bish.”
Bish grunted and more heat filled him. Crazy.
Rookie pulled out of his mouth and bent to give him an upside-down kiss.
“Now we need to go shower.”
Bish was right, they were…well-used.
“Absolutely. It smells like a cat house in here. Freaks.” Knight was in running clothes, bundled up for the snow.
Rook laughed and launched himself at the man, squealing when his naked flesh hit Knight. “Fuck! Cold!” Knight chuckled, pressing closer. Rook popped him in the arm, but there was a huge grin on Rook’s face. “Come shower with us—we’ll warm you up and catch you up at the same time.”
Bish gave them an indulgent grin before leaning in to give Jase a soft kiss. “Thanks for the workout, baby boy.”
“Good morning, Bishop.” He couldn’t stop smiling. This was ridiculous.
Wonderful.
Bish nodded and slid out of him before standing and holding one hand out to him, the other to Rook and Knight, who came in eagerly.
Then the four of them started making their way to the shower. The way Rook was looking at Knight, they probably weren’t going to make it without a few stops along the way, but that was okay.
In fact, it was more than okay.
Chapter Nine
Rook banged his foot against the door. “Come on, I have no hands!” Well, he had hands but they were full. Very full.
He had supper from the Greek place and desserts from the bakery. Three bottles of wine and a bag full of fun adult games that they’d just gotten in at the store. He’d already told Bish they were having a night of food and wine and games all together. It was Bishop’s job to make sure Knight didn’t get wrapped up in something else before they got started.
He shivered as several snowflakes landed on the back of his neck and he banged the door again. He was going to start pouting soon and that was no way to begin the evening.
“Rookie?” The door flew open and there was Knight, laughing, breathless. “I thought I heard you!”
God, he hadn’t seen Knight so relaxed and happy in months.
“You did! Let me in, it’s fucking freezing out here.” He held out his arms, encouraging Knight to take something—anything.
Knight grabbed bags, helping him in. “Christ, it’s frigid. Did you order this weather? Is there something yummy in here?”
“Did I order the weather? Like I have that kind of power. Although…if we’re having a night inside, it’s nice and cozy if it’s cold outside. And of course there’s yummy stuff in there. I went to Mykonos Beach.” He closed the door behind him and pursed his lips for a kiss.
“Mmm.” Knight smiled for him and kissed him happily. Lord, what had Bish done to make Knight so mellow? Whatever it was, Bish should probably do it again.
“So, is everyone ready for a night of food and games?”
“Sure. Jason’s cleaning up the front room. Bishop’s pulling out pillows to sit on.”
“Perfect.” He leaned into Knight and took another kiss. “I have octopus in one of those bags.”
“Mmm. You are made of win. You know I love octopus.”
“I know. I think I got everyone’s favorite.”
He followed Knight into the living room, grinning at the scene. There was a fire in the fireplace, candles, pillows and plates and glasses. Jason and Bish were both in pajama bottoms, Jason also wearing a T-shirt. God, they were studs, both of them. Rook took a minute to look his fill before putting down his bags and stripping out of his winter gear.
Knight headed for the wet bar. “Red or white?”
“Red, please, K.” He stripped all the way down, grinning at Jason’s wide eyes. “Pajama bottoms?”
Laughing, Bish tossed his favorite pair at him.
“Thanks, beautiful.” He tugged them on, the soft material comfortable.
He took the wine from Knight along with a kiss, then sat on the floor by the coffee table, pulling containers out of the bags. “I hope everyone is hungry.”
Jason sat. “I’m starving. It smells amazing.”
He leaned into Jason. “Give me a kiss hello first, honey.” One muscled arm wrapped around him and his dear, happy boy offered him a slow, burning kiss. He moaned softly as their lips parted, absolutely melted. “Thank you.”
“My turn.” Bish turned his face and took his mouth in a hard, sure kiss.
Where Jason had melted him, Bish made him ache. Next he needed his Knight—his fiery, sensitive artist. Knight was right there to kiss him as Bish’s mouth left his. When that kiss was over, Rook sighed happily. “It’s going to be such a fun evening.”
Knight settled across two pillows, head in Bishop’s lap. “Feed me an olive?”
Laughing happily, Rook lay down in Jason’s lap. “Me, too?”
Jason looked shocked for a moment, then brushed his hair from his eyes and fed him an olive. The salt filled his mouth, reminding him of his lovers’ cum, and he chewed, grinning up at Jason.
Jason smiled down at him. “You look happy.”
“I am, honey. Like really, really.” So happy it was almost scary. How could he not be? He was with the three men he loved and adored who loved and adored him back. “Are you?”
Jason nodded, traced his bottom lip. “Been a good day.”
“Cool.” He grabbed at Jason’s finger with his lips, sucking on it, tongue stroking the pad.
He loved how Jason’s cock filled, throbbed against his face. He rubbed his cheek against it, smiling and lo
sing Jason’s finger at the expression on Jason’s face. God, he was stupid in love with this man.
“Up, boys,” Bish demanded. “Olives are one thing, but you’re both going to choke to death if you eat lying down like this.”
Jason laughed as Knight grumbled, but they both sat up and he passed containers of everyone’s favorites to them. They cuddled together, sharing and laughing, Knight keeping the wine glasses full.
When the meal was over, every last crumb of the desserts he’d bought gone, Bish leaned in and kissed him. “That was lovely, Rookie. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome, Bish.” The kiss was enough to make him dizzy. When it ended he was caught staring adoringly up at Bish. That earned him a smile and a nudge.
“You haven’t emptied the last bag and it has the store logo on it. What naughtiness have you brought us?”
“Oh! Games!”
“Games?” Jason looked at him, eyes confused. “Like Monopoly?”
Grinning, he shook his head. “Sexopoly is one of them. But that’s just naughty Monopoly. The better games are the ones that get you to do stuff.”
“Do stuff?” Knight laughed. “We’re already close to naked, Rookie.”
“You mean you’re already a sure thing?” he teased.
“I mean strip poker is a quick game.”
“So you don’t want to try sexy Truth or Dare? Or Taboo? Or Scattergories?”
Jason started laughing and Knight’s grin went evil. “Truth or Dare? I’m in.”
“Good.” He beamed at Knight, smiled at Jason and looked over at Bish, who just grinned and shook his head. Bish didn’t say no, though.
“Truth or Dare?” he asked Knight.
“Truth.” Knight sipped his wine, leaned back against Bish.
“What did Bish do to you today that’s put you in such a good mood?”
Knight pinked, eyes widening. “I… What?”
“You are in a fantastic mood. Come on—what did he do?”
“He made me waffles and then we took a shower and…played.”
“Did you get to play with them too, honey?” he asked Jason.
Jason shook his head. “I was napping this afternoon. Being lazy.”
“Getting ready for tonight.” Rook waggled his eyebrows.
Knight nodded, winking at Jason. “We’ll keep him busy.”
Rook slid his hand along Jason’s thigh, smiling. “Your turn to ask the question, K.”