The Center of Earth and Sky

by Sean Michael

  Raine moaned, pushing into his hand. “So beautiful, our Whit. Our sweet lover.”

  Their voices, their bodies, the scent of them, the cock inside him ... he was going to come, going straight over the moon.

  Grey's body rubbed against his back and ass as they made love, Raine's belly moving with his. “Tight, Raine.”

  “Yes, my love. Holding you tight.” Raine looked over his shoulder, eyes gleaming. “So lovely. He's beautiful, in passion, in need. As are you, my Grey.”

  Grey jerked, a soft sob sounding.

  Whit moaned and shivered, pleasure and strong emotion rocking him. “So good. Raine ... Grey...”

  “Whit...” Together they called out to him, bodies pushing faster, higher, farther. He was surrounded, held tight, kept close.

  They were all reaching for the same goal, heading for it together. When they reached it, the world shattered into dark eyes and husky moans and the smell of their seed in the air. He felt like he was a part of them as they all came, his pleasure trebled by sharing it.

  They curled together on the bed, skin on skin on skin, arms and legs and hair all twisted together.

  He made a soft sound, meaning thank you and oh that was wonderful and I don't think I'll move again but I'm happy. He slid his hands along warm skin, just touching to touch, to feel even closer.

  Something heavy and soft and warm landed over him, blanketing them in sweet-scented darkness. “Sleep now, Whit, Grey. I'm here. Right here, my loves.”

  The words sounded like a mantra, reinforced by Grey's whispered, “Stay.”

  “As long as you'll let me,” he murmured, sleep beginning to steal him away.

  “Yes, Whit, lovely man. Yes.” Raine ducked under his chin, breath soft and warm like Grey's lips against his nape.

  “Yes...”

  Safe between them, he slept.

  * * * *

  He was dreaming about flying, about swimming, about air filled with dancing colors and butterflies and hot tongues sliding over his skin. The heat faded and he frowned, moving towards it. A soft giggle was introduced into the music that was everywhere and that soft, hot touch returned. For a moment he was sure he was still dreaming and then everything else faded away but the wet tongue that slid along his skin. He moaned softly.

  “Mm ... salty and sweet all at once. Perfect midnight snack.” The voice, soft and full of pleasure, floated up to him, competing with the strains of music that filled the loft.

  “Raine...” He kept his eyes closed, just enjoyed the sweet sensations. He could feel Grey's solid warmth behind him, still and silent, breath gentle upon his back. The blankets were soft, well worn. Raine's hair tickled his waist as the teasing lips moved over his skin.

  “Was watching you sleep—you and Grey. His hair was resting on your throat, his hand on your heart. You both looked so happy. I had to taste it.”

  Oh...

  His hand went to his throat, feeling Grey's hair for himself. “Why aren't you sleeping with us?” he asked softly, hand moving down to find Raine's face.

  “Mm...” Raine hummed softly. “Needed to move, to put the food away, get tomorrow's salad marinating. Silly, normal, not in bed things. But then I saw you and I wanted to touch. Do you mind, sweet Whit?”

  “Only if you stop.”

  “Why on earth would I do that?” Raine's giggle tickled his belly, so warm, so incredibly happy.

  It made him laugh, breathless, happy, aroused. “I don't know.”

  “Me either.” Warm lips found one of his nipples, sucking for long minutes. “Your skin tastes like berries.”

  “What kind?” he asked, loving Raine's voice, loving the way Raine made it another caress, an integral part of love-making.

  “Mm ... raspberries here.” Those lips moved to his throat. “Blackberries here. Darker, sweeter.”

  “I'm a whole plate of tapas, all by myself,” he teased gently.

  “Yes. Our feast.” Raine's eyes met his in the half-light, bright and excited. “I want to show you something.”

  He slid his hand over the high cheekbone and into fine hair. “Show me.”

  “Come with me.” Raine led him from the bed, to a huge chair facing the curtained windows. They curled together under a furry blanket, Raine draped across his lap. “I wanted to show you something very special. Something that's almost a secret.”

  Dark eyes fastened on him. “My Grey, he doesn't talk much. He listens and he loves and he knows, though. I ... I wanted you to see how he loves, how he speaks. Close your eyes.”

  He looked at Raine for a long moment, intrigued and curious. At length, he leaned forward and kissed Raine softly before leaning back, eyes closed. “All right.”

  A soft kiss dropped on his lips. “He knew I didn't sleep much. Knew how much I missed watching the sun come up over the bay.”

  A soft whir sounded and then Raine spoke. “Open your eyes, sweet Whit. Look at how my Grey loves.”

  He opened his eyes and gasped. The window was covered in panels of stained glass. Waves and dolphins and rainbows and rolling hills with flowers caught the dawn's light and made the room bloom with it. He took it all in, utterly speechless at the beauty of it, at what it must mean to Raine to have it.

  He squeezed Raine tightly to him.

  “This is what Grey's love is like, Whit.” Raine kissed him softly, eyes gleamed. “I wanted you to know.”

  “You're lucky,” Whit told him. “You both are.”

  “Yes.” Raine cupped his cheeks with warm hands. “You are too.”

  He felt himself blush. “I ... I'd like to be—but you've only known me for so little time...”

  Raine nodded. “Yes. And my Grey will say the same thing. He will shake his head and say, ‘Raine, you dream and hope and listen too much with your heart’ and I will nod and smile and you will love us and we will love you.”

  “It sounds perfect, Raine. Just like that.”

  “Trust in me.” Raine stroked his cheeks, rubbing their noses together. “I know. I promise to not push. I just want to learn you.”

  “I trust you more than myself, Raine...”

  Raine sank against him, humming softly. The light from the stained glass turned the dark hair blue and green and red. “Let's make love and then go sleep with Grey until it's time for a bath.”

  “Oh, yes. Lets.” He took Raine's mouth with his own, hands sliding over the warm muscles. Raine made a soft, sweet noise into his mouth, straddling his waist. Raine was hard, cock smooth and hot as it rubbed against him.

  He slid his hands down over the smooth flanks to Raine's ass, pulling the man closer.

  “Mmm ... yes. Yes.” Raine pushed back into his hands, groaning softly.

  He was hard, too, his cock sliding with Raine's, making him gasp.

  “So sweet, Whit. All rich, cool cream against me—make me want to lose myself in your skin.” Those whispers were soft seductions, beautiful, insistent.

  “You say such wicked things. I bet I could come just from your words alone,” he murmured, licking at Raine's lips.

  “Oh, that would be a good game. Grey enjoys that game very much, Whit.” He received a kiss, tongue pushing in to taste. “I wonder, if I put you both side by side on the bed and promised the winner my mouth ... I wonder who would come first?”

  “Oh, Raine...” He moaned, bucking at Raine's words.

  Raine started moving faster against him. “Can't you see it? Grey stretched out beside you, cock full and curving over that belly? The scent of him so strong in the air? His growls sounding, the sound of his skin on the sheets, just right there...”

  His hands tightened on Raine's ass, the words giving him wings, the rocking movements sending him flying.

  “Me telling you what I'd ... oh, Whit ... Good ... What I want to do with you, what Grey wants. How ... how sweet your skin tastes...” That soft voice was breaking, growing just rough with passion.

  It was the sound of Raine's own passion as well as the words that gave him th
at final push he needed and then he was crying out, heat splashing between them.

  “Oh. Oh, yes. Yes.” Raine took his mouth in a deep, breathless kiss, hips pushing until more heat sprayed between them. “Oh ... Whit...”

  He held Raine tight, reveling in the heat and passion between them.

  They shared soft, hungry kisses, Raine's hair falling all around him, the dark tattoo just visible as they snuggled together.

  “Thank you,” he whispered against Raine's lips. “For sharing yourselves with me so completely.”

  “Mm ... it was ... is our pleasure.” A soft hand slid over his side. “Come to bed? Grey will get lonely.”

  He nodded, feeling sated and sleepy and wanting nothing more than to curl up with these two wonderful men once more.

  Raine grabbed a few tissues and cleaned them both, then led him back to the big bed where Grey was sprawled. With a fond grin, Raine lifted the blankets and, as Whit watched, Grey scooted over, arms opening for them instinctively.

  “Oh ... Oh, Raine ... Grey, he...” He gave Raine a smile and climbed in, cuddling close to Grey's long body.

  Grey pulled him in, rumbling softly. Raine's heat blanketed his back, those long fingers petting Grey's head until the soft noises became purring snores. A kiss fell on his nape, Raine yawning. “'night, Whit.”

  “Goodnight, Raine,” he murmured, feeling warm and safe and loved.

  Held between them, the morning passed unnoticed, decorating the bed with colored light.

  * * * *

  They sat at a bright, warm table at Antone's, toast and jam, tea and eggs and rashers of bacon spread out along with a bowl of sweet, ripe fruit. Morning hadn't happened until eleven, and he had been introduced to the huge shower, to the sight of Grey taking Raine while that beautiful mouth slid over his need.

  Then they'd grabbed some clothes and the day's newspapers, grabbed a cab so Whit could get some comfy clothes and then hit the restaurant, the twins obviously known and loved.

  Now they were having a leisurely brunch, unashamedly sharing food and sips and tastes and quiet kisses behind the Sunday Book section.

  He could get used to weekends like this one, oh so easily. Too easily.

  Still, the rest of the afternoon stretched out in front of them and he refused to miss enjoying a moment of it wishing it could go on.

  Raine held a bit of melon up for him to munch on, chuckling at something Grey was reading from the paper, voice low and rumbly. He took Raine's fingers in with the fruit, sucking as he gazed into the warm dark eyes. Raine's cheeks colored, breath speeding. “Oh ... sweet Whit.”

  One hand traced his inner thigh. He moaned softly, thighs parting as he let Raine's fingers slide from his mouth.

  “So sexy, so wanton.” Raine's lips were parted, hungry, eyes hot. “Grey? Do we have to go on a walk today? Can't we just...”

  “No, Raine. Sunshine is good for you.” Grey didn't even look up from the paper.

  Whit chuckled, the sound husky in his own ears and threaded with his own disappointment. Not that he didn't want to go to the park with them, but the heat in Raine's eyes was making his semi-interested cock very interested in going straight home with them.

  “Besides, it will be good—a nice walk towards the house, a stop in the coffee shop, then snuggling to warm up after.” Grey grinned up at Raine and stole a strawberry, reminding Whit of the strawberries eaten off his skin just last night.

  “They do say anticipation is the best way to whet the appetite.” At this rate, his appetite was going to be very whetted.

  “But what's the best way to Whit the appetite?” Raine's laughter was sweet, his squeak as Grey goosed him sweeter.

  He laughed as well, smiling at both of them. He couldn't remember when he'd been happier.

  Together they ate and read, laughed and teased until Grey finally asked for the check. “Our walk now, to work off all this ... Raine, love. Do you want me to get pastries for later?”

  “Yes, my Grey. The pecan ones with the cinnamon, please. I don't like the berry ones after...”

  “A day or so. Yes, Raine.” Grey smiled. “I'll meet you both outside.” He stopped Grey a moment, placing a soft kiss on the side of his mouth before following after Raine.

  Raine was already wandering down the street, talking to a florist and picking out a basket of dark, rich roses. He walked slowly to join his new lover, admiring the loquacious twin.

  Raine offered him a grin and pushed the flowers into his arm. “Edward, this is Whit. I'm sure you'll be seeing more of him. If he ever needs anything, it can go on our account. Well, except daisies. Those make Grey sneeze. Do you have any bromeliads? I need some for the gallery.”

  Whit smiled and nodded at Edward before turning his attention back to Raine. So beautiful, so sensuous and lovely, even doing something so simple as buying flowers.

  Grey's chuckle brushed his nape as warmth hit his back. “Happy Sunday, Edward. The ferns in the bathroom are doing beautifully. Thank you for the suggestion.”

  He couldn't help but lean back against Grey's warmth. Grey and Edward spoke, Grey's low rumbles moving through him, warming him all through. Finally Raine returned from the back arms filled with pots and Grey's laughter jostled him. “Have them delivered tomorrow, please. Come Raine. We have a walk to take.”

  The softest butterfly kiss brushed his ear. “And my money to spend. Rest assured, we'll stop at three more places before we get home.”

  He chuckled as a delightful shiver went down his spine. “We will? What three?”

  “The health food store because he likes their bread and the almond-stuffed olives and the strawberries. Then the bath and body store to buy vanilla and milk bubble bath and jasmine incense for our afternoon in the tub. Finally the bakery for truffles to go with the champagne.”

  “Truffles and champagne while bathing in a tub full of vanilla and milk bubble bath with the two sexiest men I have ever had the good fortune to know.” Whit shook his head. “I'm not sure what I did to delight the universe this much.”

  Raine took his arm, leading them back onto the street, eyes alight. “You were Whit. You drew us with your eyes and your skin.”

  “I'm not going to be able to get back through your door,” he teased as his cheeks grew warm. “You'll have to cut an extra large hole for my head.”

  “Oh, Grey makes it through every day, you'll do fi ... Eek!” Raine squeaked as Grey pinched him, then a playful chase commenced, bouquets of dark-petaled roses bouncing down the street.

  He laughed, following slowly, loving the way they moved together, Raine's hair sliding over his back, Grey's braid bouncing.

  They did stop in the health food store, laughing and teasing through the aisles, bread and olives and Brie and strawberries and blackberries added to Raine's roses and pastries. He grabbed some of the yogurt covered raisins and deluxe trail mix for snacking on at work. He knew that he'd remember where he'd bought it and who he'd been with at the time and that it would make him smile all week.

  As the left the store, Raine grinned. “I need bath stuff. Grey needs coffee. Which way do you want to go?”

  “Which way gets us home sooner?” he asked.

  Raine laughed. “Smart man. Go with Grey. I'll meet you with the chocolates before they've filled our order. Double mocha latte, Grey!”

  Grey chuckled, watching Raine run off. “Yes, Raine. I know.”

  They headed toward the coffee store, Raine's words leaving behind a companionable silence. Grey ordered two pounds of coffee and Raine's mocha, along with a caramel macchiato. “Whit? What would you like?”

  “A taste of each from your mouths,” he said softly, blushing hard, but meeting Grey's eyes.

  Grey's eyes flashed, a soft growl sounding. “To go.”

  * * * *

  They hadn't discussed Whit after he'd left. They just kissed and watched television until midnight and then Grey fell asleep. They didn't have to discuss anything. The next morning they proceeded to seduce W
hit back with what an outsider might call a single-minded intent. Anyone who knew them knew they were never less than two.

  On Monday, a messenger delivered two deep red roses twined around a single white bloom. On Tuesday, truffles and a bottle of champagne rested in a basket on his doorstep, along with three movie passes.

  Wednesday they took a break—they didn't want to scare Whit and Grey wanted to play, so the night was spent in delicious agony, Raine's mouth and ass stretched, the scent of want strong in the room.

  Thursday evening, Grey sent a huge box with a leather riding jacket and a helmet in it, their phone number scrawled across a card that simply said, “We miss you. RG.”

  Now Raine was waiting, pacing by the phone. Hoping they hadn't scared Whit away.

  “Relax Raine.”

  “What if he's scared? What if he doesn't call? What if...”

  “He'll call.”

  “But how are you sure? What if...”

  “Raine.”

  “Yes, my Grey?”

  “Sit down.”

  “I...” He looked over at Grey, eyes hot. “I still have the plug in, love.”

  “I know, Raine. Sit. He'll call.”

  Oh, so evil, his brother. So utterly cruel.

  He sat. And waited. It was just after six-thirty when the phone finally rang. He picked up the phone on the second ring. “Hello?”

  “Raine? It's Whit.”

  “Yes, Whit. It's me. How was your week been?”

  “Long,” Whit answered, voice low and soft, intimate.

  “Has it? Too much work?” His own voice was raw, hungry, each shift of his hips on the chair driving him mad.

  “Too much missing two very sexy men.”

  “Oh ... Oh, we've missed you too, Whit. We have.” He smiled as Grey relaxed, tension seeping from him.

  “I got the gifts.” Whit's voice dropped even lower, husky now. “I ... I wanted to call sooner, but I needed to keep focused on work, I wanted to have everything wrapped up before I called you. So that I would be free if ... if the jacket and helmet meant what I thought it did.”

  “They meant that if you have the time and bring a bag, there's a place here, waiting.” He didn't tease, didn't want to waste time playing, not now.