by Sean Michael
They didn't send him over, just touched and teased, kissed and nibbled and licked. Long hair was everywhere, teeth testing his skin, fingers tweaking cock and nipples. It was really very good and he hoped the movie never ended, that the houselights never came up and they could keep doing this forever.
Unfortunately it wasn't going to happen, the credits rolling all too soon, the twins sitting back in their seat, Raine smoothing his hair. “Great movie, yes Whit? Moving?”
He cleared his throat. Several times. Still his voice was husky as he replied. “Very. We'll have to come see it again.”
Grey chuckled. “Maybe even a double feature.”
“I'm not sure I could survive a double feature.”
“It would be mind-blowing, Whit love. Let's go buy jujubes and watch movies at home. Naked. In bed.” Raine was incredibly logical once in a blue moon.
He nodded. “Yes.”
Grey chuckled. “Popcorn, too. And ginger ale for Whit.”
He made a happy noise, hand sliding along Grey's jaw. “You both are too good to me. You spoil me so.”
Grey gave him a warm look. “We love you, Whit.”
“Oh.” His stomach grew tight and he looked at Raine. Not that he didn't believe Grey, but it didn't feel quite real, that these two beautiful, sexy men who had each other would also want him in a we love you kind of way.
Raine nodded, eyes serious. “We do, our Whit. You're our center, our love.”
“Oh. Oh, my loves.” He gave Raine a kiss and then turned to give Grey one as well, not caring that everyone filing out of the theatre could see them.
Grey cupped his cheek, eyes filled with emotion. “Yes, love. Yours.”
Raine's agreement was immediate. “Yours.”
Oh, how he loved them and to be loved by them as well ... He was suddenly aware of their surroundings again. “Please. Take me home.”
Grey nodded and Raine spoke. “Yes. Ginger ale, popcorn, candy, movies and our Whit. Everything we need.”
“Yes, everything.”
* * * *
He was dreaming. Drowning under paper, a deluge of books following the paper, hitting him on the head, bruising and sending him back to the ground and he was falling and falling and...
Gasping, he sat up, blinking into the darkness, trying to get his bearings. Where was he? Why couldn't he see? Was he still dreaming or was this real?
Strong arms wrapped around his waist and a little bed lamp popped on. Two sets of sleepy dark eyes blinked at him, black hair everywhere. “Whit?”
“Oh!”
Relief went through him and he slumped. “Dreaming,” he gasped. “I was just dreaming.”
“Oh...” In that eerie way his twins had—when had they become so truly his?—Grey pulled him close and Raine settled so that he was cradled between them, cosseted, petted. Whit leaned back, let his breathing slow. He had learned quickly that comfort here meant holding and closeness and touching. No surprise, considering they had no real concept of alone.
“Drowning in paperwork and books—doesn't take Freud to figure that one out, does it?” He let them touch him, their hands warm and soft and good on his skin. “And then I couldn't see when I woke up and I wasn't sure I was awake.”
Grey made a soft growling sound against his temple, lips brushing his skin, while Raine's lips and hands massaged his belly. “Poor Whit. And then we steal your weekends, steal your time, keep you here with us.”
“Oh, you don't steal those—I want to be with you both. So much.” He closed his eyes, arching and rubbing against them.
Grey's hands slid to his shoulders, thumbs and fingers digging in, massaging. The twins shared a long look and Raine smiled. “Let us take care of you, relax you. Then you will sleep.”
He smiled back at Raine, even as he groaned at the way Grey's fingers were already relaxing the muscles of his shoulders. “I like the way that sounds.”
“Good.” Grey's voice was a sleep-husked growl, sexy and warm. Grey's hands disappeared for a moment and the lights went out. Then the scent of massage oil filled the air and, as Grey's slick hands started massaging his neck, a hot, wet mouth slid over his cock, pulling gently, encouraging him to hardness.
He moaned, pushing into Raine's mouth and letting his head fall forward. It was amazing how they could relax and excite him at the same time.
He didn't know how they found a rhythm, where they found it, but Grey's fingers and Raine's tongue moved together, his tension dissolving and turning to a sweet, slow arousal, marked by the scent of lavender and Raine's soft moans.
He slid one hand behind him, holding onto Grey's hip, and the other slid through Raine's hair, strands moving through his fingers, wrapping around his skin. The suction stayed easy, slow, even when he was hard, aching. At some point Grey eased him onto his side, Raine's mouth following, hands rubbing in strong circles.
He moaned, intending to say “more", wanting to beg for it, but all that came out was a long, low moan that said far more than he intended. Grey's fingers slid down, along his crease, two thick digits pressing against his opening. “More, love?”
He nodded, pushing back against Grey's fingers and then realized Grey couldn't see him in the dark. “Yes,” he whispered, voice rough with need.
“Yes.” Grey pushed in, slow and relentless, fucking him, stretching and pushing him into Raine's open, willing throat.
Oh, it felt so good, the pull and push and burn and sweet, sweet pleasure. The way they worked together melted his insides away to nothing. Grey's fingers found his gland and Raine pulled him in deep, Grey's whispered, “Love you” ringing in the air. His own scream echoed through the loft as he came, pleasure shooting up his spine and back down out through his cock.
They eased him down, his twins, his lovers, Raine cleaning him and Grey covering them. Grey at his back and Raine curled in his arms.
“What about you two?” he asked, always worried about keeping it fair.
Raine lifted slightly and kissed him. “One day, it will be me, or Grey, and the love is always equal. Sleep, our Whit. It's late.”
Grey was already snoring softly against the back of his neck.
“Thank you,” he said before sharing a soft kiss with Raine.
“Sleep, beautiful Whit. We'll play tomorrow.” Then Raine's head settled, the twins’ hearts beating together, separated only by his own.
April
He stood in front of the door to the loft, biting his lip. It was the first time he'd ever shown up uninvited, but he really needed a hug, human contact, or, barring that, making love until he fell into oblivion.
The only problem was, if he knocked and they turned him away ... he wasn't sure he could take that on top of the day he'd just had. Maybe it would be better to just walk away, go home and take a long, hot shower and then collapse onto his own bed and ... lie awake wishing he was safe and warm between two identical bodies. It wasn't that he didn't believe they loved him, but they had each other as well and he had never been there outside of the weekend.
He rang the bell.
Raine answered the door and pulled him inside the garlic and butter smelling loft, pushing a hot cup of Irish coffee into his hands while Grey removed his damp coat and replaced it with a warm blanket. “Grey saw you coming from the window. We're so glad you knocked. You look so tired, lover. I'm making a nice pasta. What's the matter?”
“Raine, stop. Go find some comfortable clothes for him and put the bread in. Let him drink his coffee.” Grey maneuvered him to the soft sofa, pushing him down among the pillows and kneeling to remove his shoes.
Oh, it was more than he could have hoped for and more than he could bear. His eyes filled as he began to cry softly.
“Oh. Oh, Grey. Grey, love. He's ... Grey.”
Raine sounded mildly panicked and Grey's voice was low and soft and soothing, even as the coffee cup was taken from him. “Yeah, bad day. Go finish the supper, Raine. We'll eat in here before the fire.”
Hands stri
pped him down, quick and easy, soft fleece replacing his shirt and slacks, heavy socks slipped onto his feet. Then he was given the coffee back and pulled back into warm, strong arms and held. “You want to talk or just sit, Whit?”
“I don't know. Tell you, I guess. And then never have to think about it again. I wish I never had to think about it again.” He took a hiccupping breath and let himself melt against Grey's strength. “Found out today one of my girls was being abused. She's just this wee little thing, so sweet and innocent. Her eyes though ... oh, god, Grey, I don't think I'll ever forget the look in her eyes.”
He started crying again, tears slipping like acid from his eyes.
“Oh, Whit.” Grey held him close, taking the cup away again and turning him so that his cheek rested against Grey's broad, warm shoulder.
He held on and let the pain flow out with his tears, let Grey be strong for him. It felt so good to be held, to not be alone. At last his tears dried up and still he held on.
He dozed, or thought he did. Every now and against he would hear Grey's voice, low and careful, and a blanket was draped over him at one point. When his eyes opened, the room was warm with candlelight, a platter of pasta and thick slices of bread sitting on the low table with three glasses of wine.
“Hungry, Whit? You ready to eat with us, my lovely one?” Raine's body was hot and heavy against him, when he turned his head, he saw Grey's hands stroking through the heavy, dark hair.
“Yes.” He leaned forward, pressing his mouth to Raine's, the kiss long and slow and sweet.
Raine tasted like garlic and butter and sweet red wine. Someone's hand found his hair and stroked through it, petting him gently. He was cosseted, held, warm and safe.
He wanted to lose himself here. To run away from the world and never have to go back. Instead, he would take what they had to offer, revel in it, let it fill him, bolster him so that he could face the world again in the morning.
The kiss broke apart, Raine's eyes worried and warm, hands sliding over his face, smoothing away the worried lines. Grey shifted, settling him upright as Raine slid to the floor and twirled some pasta on a fork. “Open for me. Eat. Pasta eases everything.”
He chuckled at that. At the words themselves, at Raine's obvious belief that it was true, at the fact that he knew, somewhere inside him that it would be true for him. He opened his mouth, accepting the forkful of food, eyes closing a little as the flavors slid over his tongue, a deep, strong echo of the taste inside Raine's mouth—garlic and butter and fresh pasta with a hint of herbs.
“It's good, yes?” Raine wrapped another bite and offered it to Grey, eyes intense and loving, fastened on Grey with a peculiar heat. “Open up, my Grey. My strength.”
Grey's lips opened, a low rumble vibrating against his chest as the pasta hit Grey's tongue. It struck him again how beautiful they were together, how well they complimented each other—so alike and yet even their differences fit together seamlessly. He was amazed and grateful all over again at being allowed into their world, at being loved by them.
One bite after another—pasta, wine, bread, salad, long kisses—they fed their stomachs, their hearts, their souls, until everything was gone.
“Better, lover? Is your heart easy?” Raine's lips brushed over his eyelids.
“Much better, Raine.” He brushed his hand through the long hair, leaning against Grey. “You two are a balm.”
“You are our heart, our sweet Whit.” Raine kissed him, lips soft and hungry. “What do you need, our love? Sleep, talk, bath, touches, kisses? How can we soothe you?”
“Yes,” he answered, smiling at Grey's low chuckle.
Grey's lips traced his ear, his jaw. “Our Whit. Love you.”
Yes, that was what he needed. To love and be loved.
“Yes,” he repeated it out loud, for them to hear. “Your Whit. My sky and earth. Love you both.”
“Yes. Our Whit. Our center. Our heart. Our lover.” Raine purred, cuddling under the blanket with him, hands curling around his waist, stroking his skin. Raine's words made him hard. Raine's hands made his skin tingle. He moaned softly, pushing into the touches.
Grey's chuckle was hot, happy, sweet as anything.
He reached back and slid his hand beneath Grey's sweatshirt, stroking the hard, hot belly, fingers traveling over the silky skin. His other hand played in Raine's hair, loving the heavy fall of it over his fingers.
Raine pushed the huge shirt up and off and one mouth fastened onto his collarbone while another latched onto his throat.
He gasped, eyes closing; it was the perfect way to get lost inside his lovers.
“Whit.” Grey's hands moved and then his back was cradled by skin. “Take off Raine's shirt, lover. More skin.”
He chuckled, nodding and reaching to do Grey's bidding. Grey always made sure they stayed on track when a taste or scent of feeling distracted he and Raine. Raine's eyes were laughing up at him and Whit knew Raine heard him, knew that they were together, heart and head.
He pulled Raine's shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor, pulling Raine back to him. Moaning, surrounded now on all sides by skin, he slid his lips over Raine's finding more of the heavy sweetness of the wine there, and the addictive flavor of Raine himself.
Raine pushed up into the kiss, hands reaching back for Grey.
His hands slid over Raine's back, enjoying the contrast between the hot, smooth skin and the cool smooth hair.
“Bed.” Grey's voice rumbled, hands sliding over his belly. “Want kisses too.”
“Yes, must kiss you, too.” He turned his head and slid his tongue between Grey's lips, moaning softly at the strong earthy flavor hidden beneath the taste of garlic and wine.
Grey cupped his cheek, the kiss turning deep and needy almost immediately. Raine's hands were pulling away his sweatpants, tongue sliding along his spine. He undulated beneath Raine's attentions, and Grey's, pressing close and gasping as he realized Raine had taken care of everyone's pants.
“Want to taste him, my Grey. Hold him open for me, love.” Grey's hands slid down and cupped his ass, spreading him and he groaned into Grey's mouth as Raine's tongue trailed downward. He always meant to give as good as he got and then they would do something like this and it was all he could do to hold onto the one while the other blew his mind. Raine's tongue flicked over his opening as Grey's tongue thrust deep, stealing his breath.
He would have moaned if he could have but all that came out was a muted squeak. Hands clenching around Grey's waist, he pushed back, wordlessly asking for more.
As always, he got it, Raine's tongue pushed deep, spreading him. Grey's fingers found his nipples, pinching. “You want a ring one day, Whit? Like our Raine?”
He gasped at the idea, or at Raine's tongue inside him, or at Grey's fingers on him, or all three, or the feeling of skin and hands and hair all sliding together, making him shiver and moan.
Hands found his cock, pumping in time with the hot thrusts into his ass. One was Grey's and the other was Raine's, though he couldn't tell which belonged to which twin. Smooth skin and calluses and both so warm and good and shit ... he didn't want to come yet, wanted it to last, wanted to be caught between them for ever.
“Love you, Whit.” The words were whispered against his lips, so deep, so low, so harsh that they had to be real.
“Grey...” he gasped the name, his orgasm sliding over his skin and inside his bones.
Even as his cock pulsed and he flew, Raine moved up his back, cock nudging his entrance. “Please, Whit. Let me in? Please?”
Still gasping, he nodded, pushing back with his ass.
Raine slid inside him, pushing deep and steady, not even giving him a chance to catch his breath before the strong thrusts began. Not that he had breath—Grey was stealing that with kisses, covering his lips and refusing to let him go. He was breathless and dizzy and pleasure was dancing over his skin and keeping him hard, Grey's hand still working his cock.
They pushed his body hard, Raine
's hands gripping his hips so tight, Grey's lips so hungry. Raine fucked him with bone-rattling movements, cock sliding over his gland, sending shocks up his spine.
His cock filled, growing stiff and needy again and Grey's hand stilled, lips leaving his. Dark eyes flashed at him. “Don't come. Want to feel you inside me when Raine's done.”
He shuddered, whimpering as he fought not to come from the words alone.
“Oh ... Whit, did you hear? He's going to let you in, let you fuck him. So tight. So good.” Raine's voice was desperate, almost a growl. He whimpered again, pushing back against Raine's thrusts, crying out as Raine's cock hit his gland, but all his attention and focus was on what was to come.
He had never been inside Grey before, had only seen Raine take him once. He was more than aware of the gift he was being given.
Raine's hand came around to stroke Grey's face and Grey turned to nuzzle and kiss the wide palm. “Raine.”
He cried out sharply, grabbing the base of his cock and squeezing tight, the need to come heavy in his balls, in his heart. Heat filled him as Raine stiffened, hips pushing the hot come deep inside him.
He was panting, cock so hard he hurt, full of Raine, full of their love.
They rested together, panting and letting the intensity fade into something manageable, something where they could move. Finally Raine pulled away with a soft moan. “Come to bed. There's oil and room and softness and we can sleep after.”
He nodded, taking a long, slow kiss from Grey before getting up and wrapping an arm around Raine's waist, the other around Grey's. They moved together—it was easy now, to move with them, to understand how they walked and lived and thought. He was becoming part of them, slowly and surely.
Raine pushed him and Grey onto the soft, silky sheets and disappeared into the bathroom. Grey moved into his arms, sharing drugging kisses with him as Raine returned, towels and oil in hand. He was cleaned, ass and thighs rubbed with a hot towel while kisses played across his back. Then the bottle of oil was pressed into his hand.
“Make love to our Grey, Whit.”
Grey's groan felt delicious sliding between his lips.