by Sean Michael
“I have turkey and ham, cheddar or provolone.”
“Turkey and provolone, please. And I hope you’ll join me.”
“Do you like any dressing? Veg? Do you prefer toasted?”
“Make it how you like it.” He leaned back against the counter, watching Sawyer move. Graceful. The man was graceful.
Sawyer put a pan on the stove, then began to build sandwiches—turkey and cheese and a bit of tomato, then toasted with a little pot of aioli to dip in.
It made him think that Sawyer was maybe pleased that his neighbors had suddenly turned into a top and a pair of brats who all loved sex and were more than happy to pull him in. Some men found peace in being a sub. Not just in the sexual aspect, but in every aspect.
“This looks amazing.”
“Thank you. What would you like to drink?”
“What have you got, boy?”
“Milk, soda, orange juice, and water.”
“Better make it water because soda’ll mean I won’t get back to sleep. Once you have everything, come sit with me.”
“Yes, Sir.” Sawyer made another sandwich for himself and grabbed two bottles of water before coming over to Luke.
He pushed away from the table and patted his leg. He wanted Sawyer on his lap.
“Oh….” Sawyer came to him, swallowing hard.
He stroked Sawyer’s cheek with the back of his hand. “You okay, boy?”
“Yes. Yes, I… I love to sit with a strong man.”
Smiling, Luke slid his arm around Sawyer as he sat. He fit perfectly.
“Eat your sandwich, sweet boy.” He stroked Sawyer’s back in slow, easy lines.
He dipped his own, loving the crunchiness of the fried bread. Damn, he hadn’t had an amazing midnight snack like this in forever. He was thinking they would keep Sawyer.
He loved Benny and Derek, but Sawyer would be a new dynamic, someone with an entirely new experience. And he thought maybe Sawyer needed him in a way the other two didn’t. Not more or anything, but differently.
“This really is good. I’m feeling spoiled.”
“I’m glad you like it. Cooking wasn’t a natural talent, but I learned to love it.”
“You find it hard cooking for one?” It was one of the reasons they’d first come together. Who wanted to grill burgers for one?
“I hate it.”
“Does that mean that if we all share groceries, you’d cook in exchange for things we can do for you? And I don’t mean that sexually. I mean, Benny’s great with household repairs, and Derek keeps us in all the ice cream we want and always has the latest games on his system. Things like that.”
“I can, yes. I enjoy it. It’s relaxing, you know?”
“Well, I burn everything I put anywhere near the stove, so I don’t know from personal experience, but I can understand in theory how it could be relaxing.” Grinning, he took another bite of his sandwich. “Definitely going to get spoiled if this sandwich is anything to go by.”
Sawyer leaned in, resting against him, watching him eat. He kept his hand moving slowly over Sawyer’s back. His gut was telling him that Sawyer craved the contact.
“This is okay with your boy? With Derek?”
“If it hadn’t been, we wouldn’t have played with you earlier. I can tell you a secret. We were hoping you’d be willing to play with us.”
“Were you? Did you with the person that was here before?”
“No, unfortunately he was very prim and very proper, and he thought that both Benny and Derek were childish and not worthy of his time. I took umbrage at that, and any hint of friendship that might have existed between us and him disappeared.”
“Oh….” Sawyer frowned. “Derek has been so kind, and Benny too. He teases, but I know that now.”
“They’re good men. Both of them. I’m glad you can see that.” It made him like Sawyer even more.
“I know I’m sensitive. My master always said my feelings could be hurt in a second.”
He kissed the top of Sawyer’s head. It was both wonderful and hard to be so sensitive. And Benny was a man to try both ends of that. “We’ll keep that in mind. You deserve to have your feelings respected.”
Sawyer snuggled in.
“You didn’t eat very much of your sandwich.”
“Would you like it? You’re welcome to it.”
“No, I’ve had mine. I thought you were hungry too, though. And you look like you could handle a few more sandwiches.”
“I probably could. This was hard, you know? Leaving everything and walking away. I was so scared.”
“I bet. You should be very proud of taking this step. And look how it’s turned out so far—you’ve found three amazing guys.”
“I have, and now I have furniture.” Sawyer ate a bite of sandwich.
“You do. It’s a nice place. And you bought a king-size bed.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“I did. We fit if we snuggle.”
“That’s the joy of sleeping together, isn’t it? The snuggling.” Although to be honest, they often fucked and then fell right asleep.
“Yes. It’s hard to learn to sleep alone.”
“Yeah.” He hugged Sawyer tight. “You don’t have to sleep alone anymore. Unless you want to, of course.”
“That’s very kind. Seriously.” Sawyer held him, resting them together.
“Have you had enough to eat?” He was ready to get back in bed, the snack having done the trick to tide him over.
“I have. I’ll clean up, if you’d like to head back to bed.”
“No, go ahead. I’ll wait for you.” He’d have suggested that Sawyer just leave it until morning but figured it would make the man twitchy if he didn’t clean up first.
“Are you sure?” Sawyer cleaned up quickly, filling a large glass of water to take back with him.
Luke let the fact that he waited on Sawyer be his answer.
Sawyer smiled at him, his expression pleased.
When Sawyer was done, he put an arm around his shoulders and walked him back to bed. Derek had rolled into Sawyer’s place, snuggled up against Benny. Which left him and Sawyer the right amount of space. He eased Sawyer into bed, then snuggled in close. Sawyer fit in all the right places. Luke set a kiss on Sawyer’s shoulder. “You want a little help falling asleep?” He draped his hand over Sawyer’s hip.
“Yes, Sir. Please.” Sawyer moved closer to him.
He found Sawyer’s mouth in the dark and licked at Sawyer’s lips, then pressed his tongue in between them. The kiss was sweet, yielding, and he pushed in deeper. Sawyer tasted like honey, and Luke fucked the lovely lips, delving in deep. Sawyer let him in, moaning.
Luke crowded closer, undulating slowly to rub them together. He was learning the shape and sensation of Sawyer.
Derek groaned and turned over, nuzzled into Sawyer’s neck. The boy really did have it bad.
Luke rolled his hips with stronger movements, pushing Sawyer into Derek so he was included.
“Mmm.” Derek sighed, then began to snore again.
Luke laughed softly. “At least he didn’t fart.”
Sawyer’s laugh answered his. “That might have knocked Benny to the floor.”
“And that would have been bad.” He hugged Sawyer to him, then took another kiss, opening Sawyer’s lips with his tongue.
Images of the games they could play flittered through his mind, driving him to push a little deeper. He drove their bodies together with more force, loving the way their erections slid and bumped.
What a lovely, needy boy who had dropped into his lap.
He wrapped his hand around Sawyer’s cock and began stroking, working it slowly. He was going to give Sawyer an orgasm to help him fall back to sleep. Sawyer’s cock was long and lean, curving over his belly.
Groaning, he rubbed the tip, wanting to know if Sawyer liked a little sting across his slit or not.
Sawyer whimpered, bucking into his touch. Oh hell yes. He knew he could have a lot of fun with Sawyer. They all
could. He rubbed across the tip of Sawyer’s cock again, pressed his thumb against the slit, putting a bit of pressure on it.
Sawyer rolled into the touch, sweet boy begging for it.
“You ever played with sounds?” He tugged lightly on the head of Sawyer’s cock. This needed a ring.
“Yes, Sir. I love cock play.”
“Have you got your own?” Had Sawyer brought any of his toys with him? Or had he buried them with his master, figuratively speaking of course.
“No, Sir. I left everything. Everything.”
“That means we can pick stuff out together.” He could make Sawyer squirm, just from talking about it, from shopping. How fun.
He stroked Sawyer quickly, squeezing tight when he stroked near the head. Meanwhile, he reached for Sawyer’s balls, rolling them.
“Sir.” Sawyer curled, lips parted, so hungry.
He did appreciate the sound of that word. As much when Sawyer said it as when Benny said it, it seemed.
He slid his fingers behind Sawyer’s balls and moaned when he found the guiche. Fuck yes.
“Oh, you are a treasure, aren’t you?”
He could feel the heat of Sawyer’s blush in response to his words, and that just made Sawyer even better. Humming happily, he tugged at the little ring as he slid his fingers across the tip of Sawyer’s cock again. Yeah, they’d have a thick, heavy ring put right here so they could play.
“If it wasn’t the middle of the night and we weren’t doing this to help you get back to sleep, I would totally play. Keep you from coming even while I tease you unbearably.”
Sawyer gasped, face going slack. “Please.”
“Tomorrow. Right now you need to come and to sleep. But I promise you that you’ll have your moments in the sun.”
Heat poured over his fingers, slick and wet, Sawyer’s eyes wide and bright.
“Mmm. There you go.” He slowed the movements of his hand, watching Sawyer’s face.
“Thank you.” Sawyer melted, the expression pure bliss.
“Good night, baby boy.” He kissed the corner of Sawyer’s mouth. “Good night.”
“I can’t believe this is real.” Sawyer’s eyes closed, one tear escaping.
“Shh. Shh. Sleep. It’ll still be real in the morning.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Poor broken boy. He wiped the tear away, kissing Sawyer’s forehead.
He’d have to see what they could do to bring Sawyer back to himself again.
Chapter Six
DEREK WOKE up squished and hot between Benny and Sawyer. He stayed where he was for a few minutes before the heat, the squish, and his bladder conspired to get him out of bed. He managed to climb over Benny without waking the big lug. Go him.
He padded naked to the bathroom, took care of his business, and drank some water. When he got back to bed, Benny had sprawled out, and there wasn’t any space for him. That was okay; he was kind of awake at this point and would just toss and turn and wake everyone else.
So he headed for the kitchen. He was sure Sawyer wouldn’t mind if he checked out the fridge and made himself something to eat.
Mmm… eggs, bacon, bread. All the important parts of breakfast.
He found a frying pan and put the whole package of bacon into it. Sawyer was going to have to buy some more—they were all big eaters. He put two slices of bread in the toaster to get that started, then cracked the eggs into a bowl to whisk with a bit of milk and some cheese.
Soft hands pressed against his waist. “Hey. Good morning.”
Sawyer cuddled close.
He stopped what he was doing and smiled, reached back with his hand to touch Sawyer. “Good morning. I hope you don’t mind I dove into your fridge.”
“I don’t mind. Seriously. Do you need help?”
“Sure. When that toast pops it needs buttering, and more toast put in.”
Before Sawyer could go do that, though, Derek turned around and gave Sawyer a proper hug and an improper kiss. He was smiling when their lips finally parted.
“Now it’s a good morning.”
“Yes. Yes, it is.” Sawyer hummed for him and reached up, stroked his lips.
“You’re going to make me forget all about breakfast.” That wasn’t a bad thing, though.
“We don’t want to waste the bacon, do we?”
“Well, you’d be worth burnt bacon.”
“Oh, that’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.”
That had him blushing a little. “Well, it’s true.”
Sawyer kissed him again, sweet and long, then turned to rescue the bacon. That gave him a great view of Sawyer’s ass, and he grabbed it, fingers sliding over the lovely globes. Fuck, that was sweet.
“I could bend you over the table and make love to you.”
Sawyer shivered for him, and he smiled.
“You like the sound of that? We haven’t christened the table yet, after all.”
“We haven’t. Did you want toast still?”
“I want toast after. Too many crumbs if we’re going to do this.” Let it not be said he wasn’t a considerate lover.
Sawyer began to chuckle. “I love your sense of humor.”
He grinned at Sawyer. He hadn’t actually been joking, but if he’d made Sawyer laugh, he was going to go with it.
“Do you want me on my back or my belly?”
“If you bend over the table, it’s a great angle and I can hold on to your hips and pull you back into it, but if you’re on your back, I can see your face.”
“Decisions, decisions. What’s your pleasure?”
“Your face. I want to be able to see your eyes, to kiss you.” Maybe it was cheesy, but it was how he felt.
“I’d love that.” Sawyer slipped his robe off, leaving himself bare.
“Look at you.” He started touching, sliding his fingers over Sawyer’s skin. He loved all the bare skin, the hints of marks from yesterday’s games.
Sawyer looked up at him, and he pressed their lips together. God, every time he kissed this man it was like doing it for the first time all over again. He grabbed Sawyer’s ass, squeezing him and lifting him to the table.
“Do I have to sneak back into the bedroom for supplies?”
“I don’t have anything on me. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay—you weren’t exactly wearing anything with pockets.” He giggled suddenly. “Or expecting to get jumped for breakfast.”
“True. We should put a basket of supplies in here, hmm?”
“Maybe we should put a basket of supplies in every room.” He grinned, feeling wicked, then kissed Sawyer. “Okay, gonna creep in and grab the stuff without waking the guys.”
“Good luck with that.” Sawyer’s laughter followed him into the bedroom.
He smiled all the way to the headboard, where he found the stuff they needed. It was only as he turned to go back out that he noticed Luke and Benny watching him.
“Shoo,” Luke told him. “We’re busy here.”
He was giggling as he went back out to the kitchen.
“What’s funny?” Sawyer asked.
“We’re not the only ones getting it on. I was sent summarily on my way after grabbing supplies.”
Sawyer grinned and opened his arms. “Good for them.”
“Uh-huh. We get to christen the kitchen table.” He stepped in between Sawyer’s legs and put the stuff down before wrapping his arms around Sawyer.
Sawyer held on to him, face lifted for a kiss. He gave it eagerly, gently rocking against Sawyer as they necked.
This was the best way ever to spend a morning—slow, lazy kisses, Sawyer open and naked. Derek approved.
He slid his hands along Sawyer’s back, all the way down to his ass, which he grabbed and squeezed. He loved the way Sawyer felt in his hands. Loved it.
He finally stopped kissing long enough to drag his tongue along Sawyer’s neck and down to his pierced nipples. The little rings were fascinating, and he tongued the right one first, then the left.<
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He tested them with his teeth, gently at first, then a bit harder. Sawyer jerked and cried out. He knew Sawyer liked it because he pushed toward Derek instead of pulling away from him.
That made him tug harder.
Sweet. He loved how Sawyer heated up for him. And the sounds Sawyer made went straight to his balls, spurring on his need.
God, he needed in. He needed to be wrapped in Sawyer’s perfect ass.
He slowly eased Sawyer onto his back on the table. The height was just right for him. All he had to do was tug a little and Sawyer’s ass was right at the edge of the table, little hole there for him.
“You okay?” He hoped it would be comfortable enough.
“I am. I want you.”
The words settled in his balls, increasing his need. They made him happy too. That Sawyer wanted him felt amazing. He grabbed the lube from where he’d set it and opened the tube to get some slick stuff on his fingers. He rubbed them together, getting them slippery, then pressed one against Sawyer’s hole. He played for a moment, pushing but not going in, before letting it sink in all the way.
“Mmm….” Sawyer’s face relaxed. He loved how Sawyer enjoyed ass play.
He slid his finger in and out for a bit, then slicked all his fingers back up and pushed two in this time. In and curl up, then out, then in again and spread apart, then twist and turn. He kept varying things, pushing in more lube and opening Sawyer up but playing while he was doing it. He could watch Sawyer enjoying this all day long.
Sawyer was hard and dripping, and there was no question he could make Sawyer come like this. If he didn’t want to be buried inside Sawyer so badly, he would have done it just to watch.
Good thing they had time to try again.
“You ready?” he asked as he pulled his fingers away and grabbed a condom.
“So ready. I ache for you.”
“I do like the sound of that.” He got the condom on and slicked it up. Then he pushed into the little hole he’d prepped. He watched Sawyer’s face as he did, loving the open need, the way the dark flush climbed up Sawyer’s belly.
He sank all the way in, then stayed there for a moment, leaned in and took a quick kiss.
Sawyer wrapped those lean legs around his waist, drawing him in closer. Groaning, he began to rock, doing the push-and-pull dance of making love. Sawyer slid on the table, the slick surface squeaking.