Chess

by Sean Michael

  It was Rook who cleaned and petted, fluttered around them, and got everyone settled. Knight never so much as twitched the whole time.

  Bishop smiled his thanks, to both Jase and Rook, then let his eyes close, let himself just enjoy this.

  Chapter Three

  Knight slept for eons, then he took his sore body to the big bathroom and started soaking away the aches.

  Sex. Piercings. Art. Insanity. It had been amazing.

  There was a knock at the door, soft. It had to be Rookie.

  “Hey, Rook. Come on in.”

  The door opened and Rook came in. “How did you know it was me?”

  He smiled hard enough his eyes wrinkled at the corners. “Because I knew. You joining me?”

  “Unless you tell me not to.” Rookie was already stripping down.

  Knight just scooted over, leaving a place to snuggle in.

  Rookie climbed right in, fitting perfectly. “Oh, it’s still nice and hot.”

  “I just got in five minutes ago.”

  “Cool. Or hot.” Rookie laughed, leaned up and kissed his jaw.

  He tilted his head and their lips touched, slow and gentle, the caress sweet. Rookie moaned for him, body rubbing idly against his own.

  “Horndog,” he teased.

  “That’s me!” Rookie chuckled and leaned their heads together. “You look good, K.”

  “I look like hell. Bish was in rare form last night.”

  “Yeah, that’s what I meant—you look well-fucked. It’s a good look on you.”

  Knight chuckled, and he could feel his cheeks heat. “Thanks, man.”

  “Just calling it like I see it.” Rook cuddled in again. “So…”

  “Hmm?” He let himself just hold his lover, waiting for Rook to spit it out.

  “What’s the cottage about?”

  “I painted there.” For the first time since the accident, he’d worked. Really worked. He’d been inspired and in the flow and happy. He’d been himself.

  “You paint here too.”

  “No, Rook. I really painted. For hours. For days.” What if the place was magical? What if that was the only place he could really, really do it?

  “But you’ve painted for days here. Are you going to buy every place you paint?”

  He knew Rookie wasn’t being a jerk, Rook just didn’t understand.

  “Maybe. It’s a special place. I’m going to head back in a couple of days, work some more.” It felt so good when the painting was flowing. Necessary. Like breathing.

  “You’ll come back, though, right? This is your home.” Rookie turned those blue eyes on him, as serious as Knight had ever seen them.

  “It’s only a few hours away, honey. I’ll be back when I’m not working.”

  Bish would need him.

  Rook beamed at him like he’d just promised his lover the moon. “Good.”

  Jumping on him, Rookie kissed him. Silly thing. He wrapped his arms around Rook and held on. The kiss went on and on, Rook taking his breath. They slipped a little in the water, Knight chuckling into the kiss.

  “Nice and slippery. We could get up to all sorts.” Rook really was a horndog, but only in the best sense of the word.

  “My ass isn’t up to all sorts. Maybe a little sort.” He had to tease.

  Rookie laughed. “We can do a little sort. I want to suck you.”

  “You’d drown, then the kid would murder me.”

  “You’re impugning my breath control.”

  “Would I do that?” They looked at each other, then started laughing.

  Rookie reached down, fondling him through the water. Knight hummed softly, the touch so gentle it was almost like butterfly wings.

  “Love your cock.” Rookie meant it too, he could see it in the hot gaze.

  “Do you?” He spread his legs a little wider, his feet floating.

  “Uh-huh. Long and hard and so silky.”

  “Silky?” He let his head rest back against Rook’s arm, loving the attention, the care.

  “Oh yeah. Like hot silk. I’d rather feel this against my skin than anything.” Rook traced his cock slowly.

  “Anything?” He leaned, nuzzling against Rook’s neck, open-mouthed.

  “Uh-huh.” Rook sounded a little breathless.

  “Your mouth made me crazy last night,” he told Rook.

  “I’ll make you crazy again.” Rook took a big breath.

  “You’ll drown!” He shook his head, but couldn’t fight his laughter.

  “Not unless you hold me down.” Rook took another big breath and this time his head disappeared beneath the water.

  Crazy little shit. Knight adored him.

  He had to admit, there was something amazing about floating, hot water all around him, while Rook’s even hotter mouth wrapped around the head of his cock and slowly lowered down on him. It was as if Rook had all the time in the world to do this and not just one breath’s worth of seconds.

  He let his eyes close, let himself focus on nothing but heat and pressure.

  After what seemed an impossibly long time, Rook came off him and took a couple huge breaths of air before diving back onto his erection. This time he couldn’t float, he humped up, wanting more. Rook took him in for two thrusts, then pulled off again and grabbed his ass, pulling him up out of the water with surprising strength before sucking him again.

  “Rook.” Oh, fuck. How hot was that?

  Rook took him all the way in, swallowing around his tip, squeezing it tight.

  “Rookie!” He arched and draped his legs over Rook’s shoulders.

  Rook swallowed twice more before pulling off to grin at him. “More?”

  “Rook. Rook, come on. That’s fucking amazing.”

  His Rookie laughed, head back, eyes alight with happiness. Fuck, that was stunning.

  “Love you, huh?”

  Rook nodded. “You too.” Then his cock was swallowed into Rook’s mouth again.

  He moaned, soaring with it, flying, hands in Rook’s hair. Rook took him all the way in, swallowed around his the tip of his cock, then let most of his erection out again. The head in his hands bobbed, Rook’s lips making a tight seal, encouraging his flight.

  “Rookie. Rookie, don’t stop, man. So fucking sweet.”

  Rookie hummed for him, the sound vibrating all around and through him. Knight gasped, his orgasm close, but teasing him, his balls sore from yesterday. His lover didn’t seem put off, Rook sucking and bobbing and swallowing around him like Rookie had all fucking day and nothing better to do with his time.

  When Rook’s hands massaged the sore globes of his ass, it pushed him over the edge, and let him offer himself over. Rookie swallowed every drop, throat working him, making his orgasm last.

  Then his lover eased him back into the water and started washing him. Hands gentle, Rookie looked now like this was the only thing in the world he wanted to do. Knight blinked slowly, just floating in the water, feeling so decadent.

  When Rook was done, he slid back up along Knight’s body, settling against him. Knight wrapped his arms around Rook, holding on, rocking them in the water.

  “Love you,” murmured Rook, rubbing against him.

  “Ditto. Let’s stay for a bit.” Eventually he’d be able to move enough to blow Rook’s mind. Maybe.

  It wasn’t like Rookie was complaining, his sweet lover seeming perfectly happy to move against him, doing all the work.

  “Sorry. Melted.”

  Rook giggled. “I think that’s my fault.”

  “I know it’s your fault.”

  That made Rook laugh harder and he loved that, Rookie’s ability to laugh even as he worked to come.

  “All your fault, horny man.” He kept teasing.

  That bright laughter hiccupped as Rookie came, bliss coloring his face.

  They rested together, Rook heavy and solid against him.

  Rook licked at his neck, then kissed it. “So we’re good, huh?”

  “Were we not?”

 
; Rook shrugged. “There was that thing where you bought a house in the country three hours away from here.”

  “I need it, Rookie. I need to be where I can work and I wasn’t working here.” He needed that magic, more than he needed to breathe.

  “As long as this is still home, I won’t worry about it.”

  “This is home. I promise. I love it here.”

  “Good. Because we love you.” Rook settled back against him, more relaxed.

  “I know.” Rook couldn’t understand. Without the painting, Knight was worthless. And he needed it to be real, not just play at it a few hours at a time. He needed it to occasionally consume him.

  “You and me, we were the first of us.” Rook’s fingers played on his belly.

  “We were.” Knight smiled, tracing the lines of Rook’s face. “I was fascinated by your smile. I had to sketch you.” That smile appeared beneath his fingers. He went on. “You’re the first man I’d ever fallen in love with.”

  Rook’s smile got wider.

  He’d thought, way back when, that Bish was going to tear them apart, but the man had cemented all of them instead. And now with the kid added into the mix, they were better than ever. Of course he’d known that from the start—squares were far more solid than triangles. Or at least less pokey.

  Knight leaned in, kissed Rook slowly, just jonesing on the whole experience.

  “God, I could float here with you forever,” he told Rook.

  “Works for me.”

  “Cool.”

  And it was. Eventually they’d need to eat, but for now they were good. For now, they were just hanging.

  Chapter Four

  Rook came home from work with food from their favorite Chinese restaurant. He was eager to see his lovers—he’d been at the store all day long, helping redecorate. He was thinking of giving the shop up, actually, selling it. But Knight had bought that place to go paint at and Jason would be starting school soon. Maybe it would be better to keep the store for something to do. He was bored with it, though. He wanted something new. Something exciting.

  He stood on the porch, lost in thought.

  The door opened, Jason almost running him down. “Rook! Hey. I was about to go grab supper at the sub place down the street. Great timing, huh?”

  He blinked and nodded, laughing. “Yes. Help me out?” He lifted the bags.

  “You know it.” He was given a quick kiss, and the bags were taken from him. “How was your day? I missed you.”

  “I missed you, too.” He followed Jase in and locked up behind him. “Everyone here? I need a puppy pile after all that decorating and moving stuff around at work.”

  “Everyone’s here. Knight’s ‘reading’ in the TV room.” Jason rolled his eyes—they all knew reading meant napping. “And Bish is playing Halo.”

  “Oh good, so we can all eat together.” He had a hunch all of them being in the same place at the same time was about to be a rare thing and he wanted to enjoy it as much as he could.

  “If you can tear the big guy from the game and wake up Knight without getting beheaded.”

  Oh, he had way more practice at this than Jason—neither of those were going to be a problem. Rook laughed. “Come on, we’ll take it through to the TV room and eat there.”

  He went in, calling out to his lovers. “Knight, Bishie. There’s something here to eat—and I brought food, too.”

  Bish grunted as something on the television exploded.

  Rook wrapped his arms around Bishop’s neck and kissed his cheek. “There’s about to be hot and cold running naked Knight.” Then he bounced over to the couch and climbed right into Knight’s lap.

  “Oof!” Knight’s book went flying and long arms wrapped around him, immediately going to tickle his ribs.

  He wriggled and laughed, rubbing up against Knight. “Jase! Help!”

  “No way. I warned you.”

  Still laughing, he attacked Knight’s mouth, lips clinging, pushing his tongue in.

  “I”—kiss—“was”—kiss—“reading!”

  “And now there’s supper and sexy lovers in your lap.” Rook’s words were interspersed with kisses too.

  “Sexy? Where?”

  Oh, that was evil. He pinched Knight hard, making them both laugh.

  “We should eat. You all need to keep your energy up because I have plans.” He didn’t really, beyond making mad monkey love all night, but he figured that was enough.

  “Plans? You? You want to snuggle in the big bed for hours and make love.” Knight knew him so well.

  “See! Good plans. I even brought lots of Chinese food so we could have leftovers when we need a break.”

  “Did you remember egg rolls?” Bishop blew something else up even as he asked.

  “Not only did I remember, there are three different kinds.” Although he thought maybe it was really one kind with three different sauces. He could never quite tell what the difference between them was. Not that it mattered, as he was more a crispy wonton man himself.

  “Then I can have one now, I’m starving.” Jason sat on the floor, opening up containers, and eating.

  “I’ll feed you myself,” Rook offered. “But you have to stop playing for that to happen.”

  “I can always just eat them all.” Jason’s words were muffled by egg roll.

  “Did you get cashew chicken, Rookie? I like that.” Knight nibbled at his lips.

  “Of course I got you cashew chicken. There’s like four bags of food—something for everyone.”

  He rubbed idly on Knight, then leaned over and stole a kiss from Jase, whose lips tasted like plum sauce. Mmm. Yummy. He stayed stretched out, letting Knight support him as he kept kissing Jase. Knight unbuttoned his shirt, then nibbled his shoulder.

  “You gonna eat me up, K?”

  Knight answered by biting him, making it sting. He bucked, pushing into Knight with a moan.

  Jason chuckled and eased him back. “Supper. Eating.”

  “Eating. Mmm. Someone have a ‘roll’ for me?” He wagged his eyebrows.

  “Oh, that was bad, Rookie.” Knight laughed, though.

  “It might have been, but you know I’m very, very good at eating my men.” He just loved giving blow jobs and figured enthusiasm counted for a lot. Of course, so did experience, which he had in spades. Besides, he had three of the finest cocks on earth to play with. Bishop was thick and substantial, fat enough to tempt any size queen. Knight was long, slender, his cock more like a sword than Bishop’s club. And his Jason was thick and the sweetest of them all.

  “Eat food first, Rookie.” Bishop exited his game and turned off the TV, shifting to give him a welcome home kiss. Bishop kissed him like a marine storming the beaches.

  Had someone said something about eating? He didn’t remember and he didn’t care. He kissed Bishop back, hands clinging to the broad shoulders as he rocked his hips against Knight’s. He settled in, perfectly happy with the world now, settled in his bones.

  Bishop broke their kiss. “Give me a shrimp.” When it was handed over, Bishop fed it into Rook’s mouth, the sweet and sour tang almost as good as kisses.

  “Baby boy, can I have the cashew chicken?” Knight asked.

  Jason nodded, handed it and chopsticks over before giving Bish an egg roll. And just like that the four of them were on the same page, eating and sharing, feeding each other.

  God, he loved them all.

  Jason fed him a spicy snow pea and he licked Jason’s fingers, lapping them clean. Then he had chicken and cashews from Knight’s chopsticks, grabbing Knight’s hand and licking Knight’s palm to get the salt and taste of his lover’s skin. His tummy was getting full and his cock was rearing its head again so he licked Jason’s fingers once more.

  Jason chuckled, reaching for the last egg roll that Bishop was reaching for too.

  “Ooo, food fight!” Would they wrestle for it? A boy could hope.

  Jason wrinkled his nose. “That’s gross and then we’d have to clean it up. Split it wit
h me?”

  Rook pouted. “I was more hoping that the two of you would do naked wrestling and the winner would get the roll…” He looked at them hopefully.

  “Once we get naked, no one will want to eat and the egg roll will be soggy.” Jason—his logical lover.

  He stuck his tongue out at Jason as Bishop laughed, before taking a huge bite of the egg roll and giving the rest to Jason.

  Jason ate it happily then offered a bite to Knight, who shook his head. “No. No, I’m full.”

  “Can we get naked now?” Rook asked, not even caring if it came out as a pouty whine.

  “Did you get wet naps?” Bishop asked.

  Of course he had. “Yes.” He watched Bish get them out and hand one to each of them.

  He wiped his hands and mouth clean. Then he asked again. “Can we get naked now?”

  Knight cracked up, laughing hard as he tugged off a sock and flung it at Rook, hitting him in the face.

  “Oh, you creep!” He pounced, pulling at Knight’s T-shirt.

  “Creep?” Knight pinched his nipple, then got his belt undone.

  “Throwing your socks at me!” He shimmied, helped Knight work on his belt.

  “Only one,” Jason pointed out, ever helpful.

  “You’re supposed to be on my side here, honey.”

  “Oh. Sorry.” Jason wiped his fingers, then stood and pounced on Knight. “Better?”

  Laughing happily, Rook nodded and began tickling Knight. He heard the scrape of the coffee table along the floor, then Bishop joined in. Oh yeah, this is what he’d been hoping for.

  “Shall I help or hinder, baby boy?” Bishop asked.

  Jason chuckled softly. “Help Knight so it’s fair.”

  Rook rolled his eyes. Fair didn’t really matter, not in this game. “As long as we wind up fucking.”

  The other three laughed at him, but Rookie didn’t care. For the first time in months, they were together just because. They were laughing, happy. There was no agenda, just sex and loving each other.

  He kissed Jason, and grabbed for a handful of K and Bish in each hand, not caring too much that he didn’t really succeed in that because Jason’s lips were spicy, sharp and delicious. Moaning, he sucked on Jason’s tongue.