by Sean Michael
They went to Rookie’s room. Rook closed the door and led Jason over to the window seat. He sat, still in his coat and boots.
Rook wrapped both arms around him and held him close. “I don’t want to let you go. Not ever.”
“It’s really impossible to break up with you when you’re so close.” And everything he wanted.
“I don’t want you to break up with me.” Rookie leaned in.
“But…” He looked up, made the mistake of looking into Rook’s eyes.
“I don’t.” Rook pressed their mouths together.
The kiss was soft, slow, and made his toes curl. It went on and on. Rook’s kisses were always like this—wonderful and breathtaking. They made him feel amazing, stupid and dizzy.
Rook’s fingers slid over his coat, began to undo his buttons.
“Rook…” This was a mistake.
“I love you, honey. I don’t know how else to tell you so I’m trying to show you just how much.” Rook cupped his face, eyes glistening, and kissed him again, tongue sliding on his. He could feel the love and care in that kiss—he could.
Jason closed his eyes, trying so hard to think.
Rook’s fingers returned to their job, opening his coat and pushing it off his shoulders. One kiss melted into another, then another—Rook not letting him think. He didn’t rush to make Jason naked once his coat was off, only kissing him and kissing him and kissing him.
Jason was shaking and shivering, achingly hard and hot.
Rook met his eyes. “I love you, honey.” Then the kisses began again.
How could he fight this?
Tracing his face, Rook’s fingers warmed his skin. Tears slipped from his eyes, wetting Rook’s fingers. Whimpering, Rook deepened the kisses, pressing closer to him. His hands landed on Rook’s hips, circling them. Rook groaned into his mouth, tongue tracing his teeth, tickling his gums.
How was he going to…? Oh, God. So sweet.
Shifting, Rook slid out of his jacket and straddled Jason’s lap. He moaned in his lover’s lips, loving how Rook fit against him. Their bodies moved together, almost clicked in place. Rook’s hands stroked through his hair, tilting his head so their kiss could deepen. His own prick was hard, Rook’s pressing against it as the man began to rock against him.
This was crazy. Absolutely crazy.
“I love you, Jason. I have almost since the first day I brought you home.”
“I don’t know what to do.” That had been his life, for the last few months.
“You let me love you, Jason. Because I do and I won’t hurt you.” Rook cupped his face. “Trust me.”
“Trust you…” He had. From the beginning.
Rook nodded. “Trust me, honey. I’m not letting you go. Not ever. Trust me.”
“You have Bish and Knight. You don’t need me.”
“What?” Rook shook his head. “No. I have Bish and Knight and I love them, but they aren’t you. I need you, too, honey. You’re not just some guy we picked to join us. Not anymore, not since…” Rook shrugged. “You’ve been special from the start.”
His cheeks heated. “I just… No one’s ever been like you.” Ever.
“Oh, honey, thank you. And I’m not going anywhere. Why would you leave?”
“I keep trying to explain.” And failing miserably.
“You seem to think I’m going to hurt you because you’re in love with me. But that’s just makes you even more precious to me.”
“I just don’t want this to be bad.”
“Has it been?”
“No.” He was too stupid to explain.
“Then why assume it will be in the future?” Rook looked honestly perplexed.
“Because I want to be, like…yours. Like really yours.”
“What’s stopping you from knowing that you already are?”
“I’m not. I’m all of yours.”
“So you just want to be mine and not Bish’s and Knight’s too? Isn’t having more people love you better?”
“I’m too fucking dumb to do this, to explain. It doesn’t matter.” It just didn’t matter anymore.
“Of course it matters! You matter.” Rook hugged him. “I want you to be happy. I want you to be in love and loved and to know that you’re my Jason.”
“Am I? Yours?”
“Oh, yes. Yes, you are.” Rook met his eyes, deadly serious. “You are.”
“I love you, Rook.” And you’re a guy and you love two other guys.
“And I love you, Jason,” Rook swallowed and continued softly, “more than anything.”
“You… You don’t have to say it.” If you don’t mean it.
“I don’t say things I don’t mean.” Rook pouted. “You should know that by now.”
“I do. I do know. I…” He swallowed again. “Say it again?”
“I love you, Jason.” Rook kissed him, stole his breath. “I love you more than anything.”
He cried out and pushed into Rook, the kiss going deep and hard. Rook held him and that magical mouth opened to him, Rook sucking on his tongue as it slipped in. Jason groaned, pushing closer, hungry for him. Rook made a happy noise, body still rubbing against him.
This was what he needed, who he needed, right here.
“Love you, honey. Love you. Love you.” Each word was punctuated with another kiss.
“Love. Love, Rook. Oh, God. I didn’t think I could…”
“Didn’t think you could what, honey?”
“Fall in love. Especially with a man.”
“A life without love would be so sad, honey.”
“Yeah.” He could believe that. It was what he was scared of in the end.
“Then thank God we found you and you came to us.”
“Really, that’s… Thank Knight.”
Rook laughed. “Knight is going to love that you compared him to God.”
“Laughing at me.” He chuckled, and it felt so good.
“With you, honey. Never at you.” Rook’s lips slid over his, hips rolling again.
“With me. I want you. I want to make love.”
“Oh, yes, please.”
Rook slid off his lap and grabbed his hands, pulling him back toward the bed. They settled together, side by side, reaching for each other. Rook started with more of his amazing kisses, tongue sliding along his lips before pushing into his mouth. He opened up, sliding his fingers over Rook’s side. Rook moaned for him, nice and sweet. He took one soft kiss after another, their lips clinging.
Rook began working on his shirt, teasing it up over his hips. He sucked his abs in, his ass tightening.
“God, I love your skin, honey.” Rook traced his muscles, touched his nipples.
“Love…” His balls drew up, the ring behind them throbbing.
“That’s right. Love. So much of it.” Rook’s fingertips danced over his nipples.
The touch made his nipples ache, draw up tight. Humming, Rook moved to take the right one into his mouth.
“Rook…” He arched, pushing into that hungry mouth.
Tongue flicking over his nipple, Rook sucked and licked and sent him flying high. His fingers brushed over Rook’s head, encouraging the pleasure to continue. Rook hummed and moved to the other nipple, fingers dancing on his ribs.
“Don’t tickle, now.” He did chuckle, though, his worry trying to fade.
“Just loving on you.”
“I want you to. I want to love on you, too.”
“Yes, please. Touch me. Love me. Make me fly like only you can.”
The words were exactly what he needed to hear and he rolled atop Rook, covering his beautiful body with his own. Rook arched up against him, moaning and rubbing.
“Need you.” He took Rook’s mouth as his cock slid alongside his lover’s.
“Yes. Please, honey. I want you.”
He nodded, wrapping a hand around one of Rook’s legs, drawing it up. It slid around his waist, opening Rook up to him.
“Can I?” He rocked down, cock hard and leak
ing.
“Please, Jase.” Rook’s other leg came up and wrapped around him as well.
“I… Slick?” God, he wanted in—he wanted to feel Rook all around him.
“I got it.” Rook arched beneath him, reaching for the tube on the bedside table.
Jason moaned as the motion rubbed Rook all along him. Rook’s hand was trembling as he passed the lube.
“I won’t hurt you.” Ever.
“It’s excitement, not fear, honey.” Rook’s smile rocked him.
“Oh, good. Good, because I want it to be amazing.”
“Me, too.” Rook leaned up and kissed him, tongue slipping into his mouth.
He took the lube—only dropping it twice as the kiss made him dizzy—and tried to get his fingers slick.
Rook let one leg drop from his waist, shifting so he could get a hand between them. “Can’t wait to feel you inside me.”
“Want to. Want to know.” His hand was shaking and he hid it in another kiss.
Rook grabbed his hand as they kissed and brought it to that hot hole. Tight and tiny, Rook’s body took him, squeezing his finger, and Jason moaned into Rook’s lips. Rook’s sweet whimper answered him and the lovely body bucked beneath his touch.
“So pretty. So hot.” He moved his finger in and out, fucking Rook slowly.
“Oh, Jason, you make me feel like the only man in the world.”
“You are.” The one that matters.
Rook’s mouth closed over his again, the kiss long and heady. One finger became two and Jason loved how Rook moaned, bucking up into him.
“More, honey. Please.”
“More…” He added more slick, pushing in a third finger, and watched Rook’s lips part.
“Jason…please. I want you.”
He nodded. “You’re ready?” He slicked his cock with a trembling hand.
“Always ready for you. Come on.”
He looked down, placed the tip of his cock at the tiny hole and pushed, so carefully, Rook’s body taking him.
“Mmm. I won’t break, I promise.” Rook’s hand landed on his ass, tugging hard, and half his cock disappeared inside a perfect heat. Rook squeezed, then bucked, taking him in deeper.
“Rook!” His body knew what it needed, what to do, and he pushed in hard.
Rook’s other leg came up to wrap back around his waist, keeping him from pulling out too far. His hips moved restlessly, his rhythm hard and deep, body aching with pleasure. Rook was an enthusiastic partner, rocking up into him.
“Feels so…” So much bigger than good.
“Uh-huh. I know.” Rook pulled him into another kiss, body pushing up to meet his over and over.
He let himself stop worrying and start just feeling—loving Rook. Moans and whimpers filled his mouth, Rook so responsive.
“I love you.” More than he knew he could.
“And I love you, Jason.”
He pushed in deep, eyes crossing. Good.
“More, honey. Please. I want to feel you when we’re finished.”
“Close. So close.” He balanced on one hand and reached for Rook’s cock.
“Yes!” Rook arched into his hand and drove back onto his prick.
Fuck—look at his lover, look at that.
“More,” Rook demanded, his eyes hot, intense.
“More.” His tightened his fingers, squeezed.
“Yes. Oh, Jason.” Rook’s eyes widened and his back bowed, spunk flying from his cock.
He cried out, his body jerking convulsively as he drove into Rook, pushing harder. Rook’s whole body pulled at him, trying to hold him deep inside.
“Gonna…” He shot, the room going silver around the edges.
Rook kept holding on to him, fingers trailing along his spine. Every touch made the pleasure keep going. When Rook took his mouth and added those intoxicating kisses to the mix, he nearly lost his breath altogether.
It was perfect.
The kiss ended, Rook taking a deep shaky breath. “I love you, honey.”
He nodded, kissed the corner of Rook’s mouth. “Love. So much.”
“Which means everything is going to be just fine, honey. More than fine, even.”
“You think?” He wanted to believe.
“With everything in my heart. And I have a really, really big heart, Jason.”
“You do.” That he knew.
“Then trust me. Stay with me.”
He nodded, took a deep, shaky breath. “I can do that.” He could.
With Rook’s help, he would.
He just had to trust that it wouldn’t leave him with a broken heart.
Epilogue
Bishop loved posing for Knight. Sometimes the resulting artwork actually looked like him, but just as often it didn’t. Just as often it was more a feeling, usually erotic as fuck. He liked knowing that’s how he made Knight feel.
Today Rook and Jason were posing with him and Knight had them all turned this way and that until it felt like they were in a game of Twister. He privately thought maybe that was exactly how Knight was positioning them, with some sort of spinner that had body parts and directions on it. It made as much sense as anything else.
Jason was an old hand at posing, but Rook had fallen out of the habit and ended up making hysterical faces, which made Knight growl.
“Sorry, K!” Rook didn’t look very sorry, though. He was grinning and shaking out one hand, then the other.
“Can you be still?” Knight demanded.
“Nope. Not when I’m naked with all these equally naked studs. You included.”
“I’m working. You volunteered.” Knight motioned to his paint spattered body. “Besides, I’m not naked. I’m wearing paint.”
“You’re naked enough. And I’ll always sit for you. I’m just not sure I can sit still right now.” Rook pointed at his erection. “It doesn’t care that you’re working. And I think it likes the blue.”
For a second Knight’s quicksilver mood could have gone either way, then the bright, tickled laughter burst out, and Bish relaxed.
Rookie bounced up as soon as Knight started laughing and went right to him, pressing close. “You look very artistic. We could take pictures of you like this and call them The Artist at Work. Then we could rub all over you and call those pictures Artist at Play.”
God, Rook was in a good mood.
Bishop glanced at Jason. The kid was good for Rook, and Jason looked at Rook like the man hung the moon—a warm, fond smile on Jason’s face.
He heard a splat and a squeal from Rookie and turned his attention immediately back to Knight and Rook, only to discover that Rook was sporting a thick red splash of paint on his chest—right over his heart—and Knight’s blue paint-covered hand was wrapped around Rookie’s cock, turning it a bright blue.
Oh, man. Things were about to get messy. Messier. Because there was no way to call either of his lovers clean or neat at this point.
Bishop cleared his throat. “Uh, guys…” They should at least put a few sheets down on the floor or something before this started going anywhere, right?
At his words, Rookie and Knight both looked over at him then grinned at each other. He’d seen it coming, but it was still a surprise somehow, when he found himself wearing blue and pink paint on his chest, neither of his lovers looking the least bit repentant about what they’d done.
Jason made the mistake of making a noise, almost a choking sound, and he became the victim of a second volley, blue on his left arm and pink on his right cheek and along his throat.
Jason made a face to rival the ones Rook had been pulling earlier. “Dude! That stuff’s slimy.”
Like that was going to stop Knight. Or Rook once he’d committed to it. And judging by the giggles, Rook had. And shit, they had the paint tubes out now, filling their hands. The floors didn’t stand a chance and, frankly, neither did he and Jason.
Bishop went to get up, to at least have a height advantage, but Knight and Rook were quick and they pounced, he and Jason goi
ng down in a pile of paint and skin. The little yoga mats they’d been using to pose on becoming kaleidoscopes of color.
Knight leaned over him, hair in a wild tangle, eyes sparkling. “Hey, Bish.”
“Hey, babe. You know you don’t have to paint me more than this, right? Paint fight’s over?” He could hope, anyway. He much preferred their play without the slimy, sloppy accoutrement.
“Is it?” Knight asked. “You have a better offer for me?”
Grabbing Knight’s ass, he tugged his lover closer. “Yeah, I totally do.” Ignoring the pink on the corner of Knight’s mouth, he pressed their mouths together, taking a hard kiss.
Knight hummed and landed on him, the paint squishing between them. God, they were going to be a huge mess. They all were, Jason and Rook weren’t paint fighting anymore either, but doing the same thing he and Knight were.
Laughing, he just kept kissing Knight. There were worse things than being covered in paint. At least Knight’s lips were mostly paint-free, pink spot notwithstanding, and they were soft and open, hungry for him. He pushed aside the worry over the paint and how they were going to get themselves and the floors and furniture clean, and focused on the slippery, naked body in his arms.
He pressed one kiss after another onto Knight’s mouth, his tongue invading and sweeping through the wet and welcoming hot flesh. Knight’s fingers wrapped around his cock, the tugs sure and steady. Groaning, he returned the favor, finding that the paint helped slick the way. It wasn’t the weirdest thing he’d used for lube, though, so it was all good. Hell, it probably wasn’t the first time they’d used paint for lube, either. It was oil based, right?
Laughing again, he rolled Knight so he was on the bottom and rubbed all up against him, smearing the paint between their bodies and making it so you couldn’t tell where the paint had started.
Beside them, Rook was moaning loudly, rocking against Jason’s body.
Knight leaned up and whispered into his ear, “Rook’s a horndog.”
“Only Rook?” he whispered back. It seemed to him they were all doing their very best horndog impressions today, although Rook had started it, but then Rook always did. To prove his point, he rocked hard against Knight, their cocks bumping against each other, rubbing on their paint-smeared bellies.