Chess

by Sean Michael

  Knight’s fingers were everywhere, tugging and teasing and pulling. They left him laughing and breathless and turned on. He reached for… Oh, hell. Anybody. Absolutely anyone would work. His hands slid along muscles, wonderful warm skin moving for him.

  “Sweet.” Someone nibbled on his shoulder, teeth sinking in.

  He bucked, groaning, his cock so hard it ached as it pushed against his jeans, trying to get attention. It was Jason who worked his cock out, he’d know those calluses anywhere. Jason’s lips left his, but Bishop’s were right there to take over the kiss and when Jason took him into that hot mouth, he cried out, bucking.

  Bishop chuckled. “He’s almost as good as you are, Rookie.”

  He nodded his agreement, words beyond him just at the moment.

  Knight’s fingers were on his nipples, teasing and tugging his rings, playing with him. He moved, jerking and rubbing, just flying.

  “Damn, Rookie, so fucking hot.” Bishop’s words tickled his ears.

  He moaned. “Bish…”

  “Mmmhmm. Our needy lover.” Bishop’s tongue dragged over the shell of his ear.

  “Uh-huh.” Like anyone wouldn’t be needy with his three men.

  When Bishop’s teeth sank into his ear, he arched, slamming into Jason’s lips. He didn’t have a good purchase, but he began sawing his hips anyway, pushing into Jason’s mouth over and over. “Oh God. Love. Love.” He cried out, needing a kiss, and Knight gave it to him.

  Pleasure was everywhere, his lovers making him fly and he felt like he was the center of the universe. Nothing that good could last forever and he could feel his orgasm, right there in his balls, ready to explode.

  Jason rolled his balls, palm pushing him. That was all it took. Rook cried out into Knight’s mouth, body jerking madly as he poured himself into Jason.

  “Mmm. Better.” Knight smiled into his kiss, lips curling against his.

  “Better? That was amazing.” He did love a puppy pile. Especially if he was in the center of it.

  He stretched, his fingers finding hard muscles and caressing them. Jason’s cheek was on his belly, he was stretched against Knight and Bish was against his side. It was perfect.

  “Love you guys, eh?”

  They knew and he knew they knew. Still, when he was all mushy and melted and feeling good, he liked to say it.

  Knight chuckled softly. “Sap.”

  “Uh-huh.” He couldn’t be bothered to deny it or accuse Knight of being just as sappy.

  Knight nuzzled his temple. “Thanks for supper.”

  “Mmm.” He stretched lazily. “Thank you for dessert.

  “I think our baby boy got the dessert.”

  He could feel Jason’s cheeks heat at Knight’s words.

  “Mmm. Did I taste good, honey?”

  Jase’s cheeks got hotter.

  He ran his fingers through Jason’s hair.

  “I bet I did.”

  “You always do.” The words were soft, almost gentle.

  “Mmm. Love you, honey.”

  “Saps.” Knight was chuckling, though, playing.

  “Love you too, K.”

  Knight’s answer was the softest kiss to his temple. Then Bishop kissed him too and with that as the cherry on top it was the perfect way for the evening to start.

  Maybe it was going to all be okay, be right. Normal.

  Them.

  Chapter Five

  Jason was down in the gym working out when Knight came in. “I want to sketch you.”

  “Sure, give me half an hour?”

  “No. Now. I need you.”

  He started to argue and Knight glared, black eyes flashing.

  “Okay. Okay, I’m coming.” It wasn’t worth arguing about. Not when Knight was all worked up.

  Bishop met them halfway down the stairs. “Oh, are you done already? I was coming to work out.”

  “I want to sketch. You come too.” Knight barked the words, heading to the studio.

  He looked at Bish, wide-eyed. Knight hadn’t been like this in months. Not since before the accident. Bish shrugged, then grinned.

  “You want Rookie, too?” Jason could call. He’d bet Rook would like to see Knight like this.

  “He’s at the store. I called him.”

  “What’s up?” Bishop asked as they went into Knight’s studio.

  “I want to sketch you. Why are you asking questions? Get naked.”

  Bishop’s chuckle was cut off, Bishop biting his lower lip to keep quiet.

  Jason wrinkled his nose. “I need a shower, Knight.” He smelled sweaty.

  Knight turned on him. “Sit. Now.”

  He sat.

  Bish did that biting his cheek thing again. “What about me?”

  “Strip down. I want you on the windowsill. It’s nice and warm.” Knight stormed over to the stereo and soon wild, pulsing music filled the air.

  If Jason didn’t know better, he’d say Bishop was tickled. In fact he was pretty sure that was exactly what Bishop was.

  “I’ll do you if you do me,” Bishop suggested, turning to him.

  “Sure. Sure.” He dropped his voice. “Is everything okay?”

  Bishop grinned. “He’s in full-blown artist mode. Everything is better than okay.”

  He nodded and helped Bishop with his T-shirt. Knight was a little crazy. Maybe a lot crazy. Of course, he’d kind of known that from the beginning.

  Bishop undressed him quickly, fingers warm on his skin.

  Jason winced a little. “Sorry about the sweat. I was working hard.” He was covered in it, stinky.

  “I don’t mind, baby boy—I’ve smelled your man-stink before, haven’t I?”

  He nodded, his cock jerking. The things Bishop said to him…

  “Hurry up,” demanded Knight. “I have an idea. Now.”

  Bishop gave him a wink and got undressed, too. “How do you want us, baby? Windowsill, right?”

  Knight shook his head. “That’s gone. I want you lying on the sofa, Bish, and Jase, sit on the arm, leaning like you’re talking to him. You can talk. I want Rookie draped over the back when finally he gets here.”

  They assumed their positions, and Bishop asked, “This good?”

  “Good.” The camera clicked a few times, then Knight started working, nearly frantic.

  Bish had the most peaceful look on his face. “He’s working,” Bish told him, like that explained everything.

  “Yeah.” Jase had to smile. What a wonderful, weird life they had.

  The door flew open, Rook rushing in. “What’s the emergency?”

  “I need you. Strip. Over the back of the sofa.”

  Jason winced. “He’s sketching, Rook.”

  Laughing, Rookie started doing as he’d been told. “Cool. You know I love coming home and being told to strip.”

  “Hurry, Rook-love. I need to see this.” Knight sounded totally lost in his own head.

  Rook snuck in a kiss on Knight’s cheek, then came to give Jase and Bishop quick pecks before going to the back of the couch. “You want me lounging on the top bit here like a porn star?”

  “Yes. Yes, let your arm drop. Right there. Good. Good, stay.” The pencil started moving again, scritch-scratching away and Jason couldn’t help but notice Bishop’s cock starting to fill.

  “God, you’re sexy, Bish.” Rookie reached for the large cock.

  “Don’t move,” growled Knight. “You can talk. No moving.”

  Rook sighed. “Okay, Knight. Your wish is our command. Honey, you smell like full on man.”

  “I was working out.”

  “Mmm. I want to lick you all over.”

  “Rookie—I’m stinky.”

  Rook looked at Bish. “We get to pounce him when Knight’s done, right?”

  Bish laughed, but nodded. “We so do.”

  “Cool. Your ass is mine, Jase.”

  “Rookie!” Okay. That was hot. This was hot. God, he loved all three of them.

  Rook gave him a smug grin. “I’m mak
ing you hard.”

  “We are naked.” He had to point that out.

  “We are?” The teasing words were fond, Rookie grinning at him.

  “Yep. Hence the whole erection thing.”

  Rookie cracked up.

  Knight shouted at them. “No moving!”

  Jason winced, stilled.

  Rook rolled his eyes, then winked. “Yes, boss.”

  “Be good. I’m working.” Knight’s hands were moving frantically.

  “I’m being great—you said we could talk,” Rook pointed out.

  “I did. You can. Just not to me.”

  That had Rook laughing softly. “Nice to have you back, K. And now I’ll ignore you and just talk to my fellow naked people.”

  “Fuck off, Rookie.”

  Rookie stuck out his tongue.

  “I think that’s moving.” Jason was beginning to relax, to have fun with this.

  “It was just my mouth, and he said we could talk.”

  “He did.”

  Bishop’s eyes were on Knight, erection hard now, and red-tipped.

  “You think Knight’s going to finish his painting before or after he pounces on Bishie’s cock?” Rookie asked.

  “He’s sketching. Does he paint after?” Jason loved the whole rhythm of Knight’s work.

  Rookie shrugged, then winced. “Sorry! I don’t know. He hasn’t done this since… It’s been a while. I guess it depends on how hard it’s riding him. This might be the start of a week-long art bender. Or he could get it all down and then get distracted by Bishop’s cock.”

  “I’ll be happy either way,” murmured Bishop.

  Jason smiled. He did love how Bishop looked at Knight. It was the same way his own heart saw Rook.

  “I’m thinking of quitting the sex shop,” murmured Rookie. “Not selling it or anything, although that had been my first thought. But I’m thinking of just kind of…letting it run itself.”

  “Really? Why?” Jason couldn’t hide his disbelief.

  Rookie shrugged and said “Sorry” softly to Knight. “I don’t know. It feels like everyone is finding new things in their life and I’m just…bored?”

  Bishop snorted. “I haven’t found anything new. I love what we have.”

  Oh, God. Was this his fault? Because of school?

  “I love what we have too! The store takes too much time away from that, though. I don’t want to be there when I could be here.”

  “But you love playing at the shop,” Jason argued. “And it’s so close to school. I was hoping to see you between classes.”

  “Oh! I never even thought about that.” Rook smiled and rubbed against Jason. “We have that private back room, eh?”

  “I could study.”

  Bish snorted. “Right. Study.”

  Rook laughed and nodded. “Oh, yes. He’s going to need to study anatomy, you know. And I make a very good life model.” Rook winced. “Sorry, Knight. I’ll stop moving, I promise.”

  Knight grunted, so the actual sketching part must be over. The paints would come out soon. If Knight didn’t join them first.

  “Did you want us to jump each other’s bones for inspiration?” Rook asked, winking at Jason.

  Jason had to grin—he had to. His Rook was irrepressible.

  Knight rolled his eyes and started dragging out his paints.

  “I think that means ‘go for it’,” noted Rookie.

  Bishop’s eyes were on Knight. “I think it’s hot as fuck.”

  “He’s busy making art happen,” Rook warned.

  Jason nodded. “He’ll yell. A lot.”

  Which, okay, Bishop knew, but Jason felt like it was important to point it out.

  Bishop chuckled. “Whether or not I let that stop me depends on how much he needs me.”

  The words made Rook moan and Jason reached out for his lover—he wanted touch, connection. Heat. Rook pushed immediately into Jason’s arms, face lifting to his for a kiss.

  Oh, fuck yes. The thought made him smile, made him think of Bish, honestly. Moaning, Rook rubbed against him enthusiastically.

  Bish chuckled. “The pheromones are wild in here.”

  How could they help it? Three of them, naked, together. Touching. Jason lived a fantasy.

  He wasn’t sure what Bish was up to while the man was quiet—he was too busy being kissed by Rookie—until suddenly they were both tugged onto the couch, Bish joining the kiss and taking control.

  Someone’s hand was around Jason’s cock, pulling steadily, and he moaned, the sound pushing into Rook’s lips. He felt Rook’s smile against his mouth, then a hand moved onto his ass. It had to be Rook’s—Bishop could hold an entire ass cheek in one hand. He pushed back, then forward, rocking hard.

  “Mmm. Love making you crazy, honey.”

  “I want you to suck me, baby boy.” Bish was all growls.

  Rook whimpered happily, pulling out of the kiss. “I love watching you suck.”

  “Get on your knees, baby boy. Give Rookie a show.” Bishop’s voice dropped. “Tempt Knight over and I’ll make him suck you while I fuck him.”

  Oh, damn. Now that was incentive.

  Rook moaned this time, moving to sit on the back of the couch, his legs spread, his hand already on his cock.

  Jason rolled onto his knees before Bishop, trying not to blush.

  Bishop cupped his cheek. “Make sure you put your ass out and wriggle it—that’ll entice him.”

  “Bish!” Oh, God! Jason leaned forward, just sucking Bishop’s heavy cock in.

  “Fuck! God, the mouth on you, baby boy.”

  The words made him shiver, made him suck harder, pull.

  “Mmm. God, you’re so pretty, honey, with your mouth all stretched around Bish’s cock.”

  Jason cut his eyes to his lover—Rook was jacking himself, riding his hand. Rook’s eyes met his, his lover smiling at him, licking his lips with extreme obscenity. Jason cried out around Bish’s erection, hands sliding up Bishop’s legs.

  Bish chuckled, the sound husky. “He’s a perv, baby boy.”

  He nodded, head bobbing over Bish’s sweet cock. God, yes.

  “Who me?” Rook asked. The innocent tone was marred by the slap of flesh on flesh.

  Right. His lover was the single most sexual human being on earth.

  Rook laughed, the sound breathless. “Oh, God, you’re going to make me come.”

  Jason would have pointed out that, one Rook was jacking himself off and two, he was sucking Bish, but his mouth was busy.

  “So sexy, you two. My studs. Mine.”

  Bish moaned low, shook his head. “Mine.”

  “Oh fuck.” Rook cried out and the smell of cum filled the air.

  Jason moaned around Bishop’s cock, head beginning to bob faster, suction getting harder.

  “Fuck.” Bishop’s curse sounded heartfelt and his hands dropped to Jason’s head holding him there as Bishop took over, fucking his mouth.

  He opened wide and relaxed his throat, taking all he could.

  “Yes!” Bishop cried out triumphantly and spunk poured down Jason’s throat.

  “You three are terrible models.” Knight’s voice was husky, fond, way less pissed off than Jason had feared.

  Rook giggled. “You just want one of us to suck you now, too.”

  “Like you wouldn’t volunteer, cockhound.”

  “I just might insist on it!” Rook laughed again. “I could suck you while you suck Jason while Bish fucks him.”

  Jason wasn’t sure that was physically possible, but he wasn’t going to be the one to rain on Rookie’s sex parade.

  Knight seemed to have ideas of his own. “I could just fuck Jason and make you watch.”

  “No way! Bish promised you’d suck him.”

  “Did he?” Knight’s eyebrow lifted, eyes dragging over Jason’s body. It was like being touched somehow.

  “I did.” Bishop stroked his hair. “You needing, baby boy?”

  He nodded. Between Bish’s cock in his lips, th
e smell of Rook’s pleasure and the way Knight looked at him, he was full of them, aching.

  “We got a mat for you to kneel on in here, Jase?” Bish was looking around, but it was Rook who jumped up and found it.

  “This is my studio. Not the set of a porno.” Knight actually managed to sound offended.

  Rook snorted. Even Bishop chuckled. Knight took a wide-legged stance, hands on his hips, covered in paint. He looked wild and intensely sexual.

  Rook tossed the mat at Jase and Bishop and wrapped around Knight from behind, mouth latching onto Knight’s neck. Knight gasped, the look surprised and wild, stunning.

  “I’ll suck you while you suck, Jason, K. I’ll make you feel so good.” One of Rook’s hands slid around and stroked Knight’s cock.

  Knight’s eyes went heavy lidded, lips parting as the loose, soft pants fell to the ground.

  “Love your cock, K.” Of course, Rook loved all their cocks.

  “How exactly are we going to do this?” Knight asked.

  Oh, Jason’s belly tightened. Knight was going to play.

  “I don’t know. I think it involves math.” Rook blinked over at him and Bish.

  Laughing, Bishop put the padded yoga mat on the floor. “Hands and knees, baby boy. That way I can fuck you and Knight can lie on his back beneath you—suck on your cock. Which will leave his cock available for our sweet cockhound to play with.”

  “Oh…” He shuddered, moving to hands and knees, his cock achingly hard between his legs.

  Rook moaned at the sight of him.

  “Very good, baby boy.” Bishop’s hand slid along his lower back.

  “Now you, Knight.”

  “Pushy old fuck.”

  “That’s Pushy Old Fuck, Sir to you.”

  Knight snorted, slipping underneath him, lips sliding down his belly. Rook moaned again, this time the sound was long, drawn out. Jason looked over at his lover, Rook panting for them.

  “I am the luckiest man alive,” murmured Rook, eyes meeting his. They were full of lust, yes, but also love.

  He smiled, opened his lips to speak then Knight’s lips wrapped around his cock. Groaning, Rook dropped to his knees in front of Jason and took a kiss, tongue slipping right into his open mouth. He leaned in, the motion pushing him deeper into Knight’s mouth. Knight took him, sucking fiercely.

  “Wait for me,” ordered Bishop, a slick finger pushing into Jason’s ass.