The Center of Earth and Sky

by Sean Michael

  A shiver of his own went through his body. “It sounds wicked and wonderful.”

  Grey leaned forward, rinsed out his hair. “What would you like to see?”

  He closed his eyes, imagining Raine laid out on the big bed. “White rope against his skin, binding his cock. Not gagged, I can't imagine not hearing him. Hair spread out around him, not braided.”

  Another shiver went through him, his cock beginning to fill again, making him whimper.

  “Shall we fill him?” Grey leaned forward, lips sliding along his shaft in a caress.

  He moaned. “Yes? He looks so beautiful writhing on a plug.”

  “Mmm ... yes. We will bind him, fill him, and then make him watch as you take me.” A soft kiss fell on the tip of his cock. “That's his reward, you know? Sinking into me.”

  “Oh...” he gasped, breathless. “And what did I do to deserve it?”

  “You love me just because I'm Grey.” Quiet, serious—Whit met those eyes and got a clear glimpse into that quiet soul.

  He slid his hand along Grey's cheek, his love for this man filling him, so strong. Stronger than the excitement and the nerves and the anticipation. Bending, he brought their mouths together. “I do.”

  Warm arms wrapped around him, the kiss quiet, but deep—one silent promise after another.

  The water finally began to run cold and he reluctantly pulled away. “We have a lover to prepare for,” he said softly.

  * * * *

  He came home right at five, loose and relaxed, empty and waiting for his lovers to fill him. He stripped before he opened the door at the top of the stairs, putting his t-shirt and sweats in his duffle. He dropped his duffle by the door and waited, watching the light fade in the stained glass, smelling the delicious scents of cinnamon and honey, nutmeg and citrus.

  He smelled his heartbeat before he saw him, naked except for a pair of black leather pants, laced fly open to expose that dark need. He was given a single, soft kiss, welcoming him home, and then he was taken to the bed, where Whit waited.

  Whit was naked, stroking the black silk sheets, smoothing them out. His lover looked up as he approached, eyes hot and eager. Oh ... Oh, how much more delicious to do this with them all here, all here together. “Whit...”

  “Hi Raine,” Whit said softly. “We're ready for you. Aren't we, Grey?”

  “We are. Kiss him hello, Whit, and then we'll play.” Raine shivered, crawled onto the bed for his kiss, humming at the touch of soft lips. Whit's mouth opened, that sweet tongue coming out to taste him. For a moment he thought Whit might deepen the kiss, but then his lover pulled back and stroked his cheek, before backing off the bed. He whimpered softly and then Grey was there, turning him, stretching him out. “Patience.”

  “Grey says the waiting makes it better,” Whit told him as he began to tie a rope around his wrist.

  “Oh ... Oh, yes. It ... it's so much, so deep.” He started to twist, but Grey took his other wrist, binding it. “So good.”

  Together, Grey and Whit moved down to his feet, spreading him wide before securing his ankles.

  He moaned, cock full, balls tight just from this—just from them both being here.

  Whit leaned over him, hand so warm as it circled his cock, stroking him lightly. “Grey is going to bind you now and you aren't allowed to come until we say you can.”

  Whimpering, his hips pushed up against the touch. “I can't come first? One nice long orgasm? An appetizer?”

  Grey chuckled and shook his head.

  Whit's hand left his cock to stoke his belly and then slide down to his balls and slowly beyond. “I know you're clean—are you also ready?”

  Oh, yes. Oh God, yes. He nodded, leg muscles trembling, fighting the bonds. “I am.”

  “Oh, good.” Whit's finger slid slowly into his body. “Once Grey has your cock bound, I'm going to fill you.”

  “Oh ... Oh, God. Grey ... It ... It's so big, so huge with both of you.” His eyes felt hot, cock huge where it bounced off his belly.

  “Yes, Raine. It's good with him here.” Cool leather twined around his cock, separating his balls, tight and squeezing.

  Whit's finger kept sliding in and out of his body, keeping him off balance. “It's so good to be here, Raine. I'm so pleased you invited me into this part of your life.”

  “He's bound Whit. See?” Grey's lips surrounded the tip of his cock, pulling hard, teasing the slit mercilessly.

  “Oh, God, so beautiful. So wanton.” Whit's mouth pressed a warm kiss against his balls. “The big plug, Grey? Or the curved one?”

  “The curved one first, Whit.” Grey lifted his head, eyes flashing. “Then the big one, when he begs for it.”

  Raine's moan sounded desperate, even to his own ears. Whit's next kiss landed on his hole and then he was being stretched, the curved dildo sliding into his body.

  “Whit!” His legs pulled against the bonds, wanting to take more, take the hardness deeper into his body.

  “Grey! Look at him! Oh, Raine, you're so beautiful. The pictures ... they don't do you justice.” Whit sounded amazed, dazed, reverent.

  Grey's lips smiled against the thin skin of his wrist. “He is stunning, my Raine.”

  “For you. For you both. Oh ... my loves...” He could feel his heartbeat pulsing through him, in time with Grey, in harmony with Whit.

  Whit played with the plug a little, pulling it partway out and letting his body slowly pull it in again. Then Whit let it slip all the way in and contented himself with jostling it, just little movements that nudged the plug against his gland again and again.

  “Oh ... Oh, Whit ... Love. I need. More. Give me more.” He was babbling softly, Grey's sharp teeth heading towards his nipple to tease, passion arcing through him. Whit bent and nibbled at him, tongue sliding along the edge of the plug where it met his skin. He swallowed his cry only until Grey's teeth closed around the metal piercing his hard nipple, then it rang through the loft.

  He felt Whit's gasp as a puff of air along his inner thighs, against his filled hole. Then Whit turned, teeth grazing over the sensitive skin where his leg joined his torso.

  “Oh!” His head lifted, body shuddering violently. “Yes, love. Oh, yes.”

  “I think he likes this, Grey,” murmured Whit, teeth returning to his skin.

  “He does. Greedy, needy man.” Grey chuckled, eyes dancing in a way that promised trouble.

  “I'm greedy too,” Whit whispered, a hint of mischief in that sweet voice.

  “Are you? Tell Raine what you're greedy for, Whit.” Grey's teeth played his skin, sharp and sweet.

  “I'm greedy to be inside you, Grey. To feel your body rippling around me, wanting me.” Whit's voice was husky, full of need. Inside ... Oh...

  “Cheating. That's cheating. Grey ... Whit ... Oh, God...” He twisted, cock throbbing so hard, body needing.

  “You're going to watch, right Raine?” Whit's hands slid up along his skin, moving beside his cock, not touching it though, staying just out of range of the flesh that needed Whit's touch the most. Gentle pressure was applied to his nipples, Whit's eyes so hot as his lover gazed down at him. “I'm very very greedy and I want to feel your eyes on me as I fuck Grey into oblivion.”

  “Oh ... Oh, God. Kiss me, love. Please. Yes. Whit. Oh...” He cried out, arching up toward Whit, babbling now, needing. Whit bent until he was just out of reach and then looked up at Grey.

  Grey nodded. “He tastes so good like this, Whit. Rich.”

  Whit looked back at him, smiling down, making them both wait and then those sweet lips were on his own, kissing him hard. If he could have, he would have come at the touch of Whit's tongue. As it was, he jerked and moaned, body desperate for contact. Whit kissed him for a long time, exploring his mouth thoroughly before pulling away, his lover's attention turning away from him to his twin.

  “Oh, Grey, I need you now. So very badly.” Whit's cock was hard, the tip so dark and dripping.

  “Yes, Whit.” As Raine watched in passion-t
hreaded disbelief, Grey stripped off his leathers and draped himself over Raine's belly, firm ass high. “Take me.”

  “Are you ready for me, Grey?” Whit settled between Grey's legs, knees against Raine's side.

  He moaned, whimpered softly. That was his reward, his heat, his Grey. His. Tears began to fill his eyes when his Grey looked over, smile warm. “Just think, when you take me, you'll feel his seed around you, too. Hot as you fuck me.”

  Oh ... He nodded, biting his bottom lip. “Yes, love. God, yes.”

  “We're good?” Whit asked softly.

  He met Whit's eyes, nodding, licking his lips. “Yeah. We're good. So good, Whit.”

  “Good.” Whit was all but purring. Those sweet brown eyes left his, Whit turning his attention back to Grey, back to Grey's sweet ass. Grey's cock slid over his belly, hot and wet, drawing on him. He'd never seen this ... not from this angle.

  Whit sank slowly into Grey, moaning as his cock was engulfed. Grey purred, head bowing, dark body rippling. “Oh...”

  “Oh so good. So hot. So tight. Oh, Raine, you should feel.” Whit was moving slowly, rocking in and out of Grey's body.

  His arms jerked, hands reaching for his men, his heart, his center. “Oh ... Oh, I want to ... So badly.”

  “Patience,” said Whit, smiling, chuckling, teasing him.

  Grey moaned, hair brushing over his skin, body rippling. “Oh, Whit. Harder, love. More.”

  “Yes, Grey, anything you want.” Whit moved faster, harder, rocking Grey against him.

  His mouth was dry, hips rocking the plug inside him, entire focus on the sight before him. Whit's fingers grasped Grey's hips, knuckles growing white as they moved together, sweet gasps flowing. He saw Grey arch, heard the low cry as his heartbeat spent himself, seed spraying over his belly, hot and heady. Whit continued to move, four more thrusts and then he cried out as well, shaking as he came into Grey's body.

  Raine took a sobbing breath, shifting. “Oh! Oh, please! I need ... Grey! Love!”

  Whit kissed Grey's spine. “Grey, love? What do you want me to do?”

  “Mmm ... The little plug, Whit, for me. Then the big one for Raine.”

  Oh, God.

  Whit pulled out and reached over to the side table, showing him the small plug that was going to go into his Grey, that was going to keep Whit's seed inside his twin. Whit oiled it up and slipped it into Grey, purring. “Oh, Raine. Have you ever seen him with a plug inside him?”

  “No ... not like this. Not like this, love. Please.”

  “You next, Raine.” Whit's kiss was light and soft and then he was being tortured, Whit's fingers jostling the plug inside him before pulling it out. Grey stretched out beside him, stroking his belly, rubbing the come into his skin, purring softly. Whit showed him the large plug. “You're going to have it in you while you fuck Grey.”

  “Oh! Oh, God. You ... You're not going to let me come first? Oh...”

  Grey's eyes flashed at him. “Be good, Raine, or we'll not let you come in my ass. You'll have to wait to come until morning.”

  He settled with a soft whimper.

  Whit's fingers slid over his skin, soothing, stroking. Then that thick, wide plug began to push into him. A low, desperate sound was pushed from him, his eyes closing as he stretched. Grey's lips brushed his ear. “So good, so lovely. My Raine.”

  “Oh Raine...” Whit's voice was soft. “So unbelievably beautiful.”

  The plug went in slowly, but without teasing, filling him so deep. He couldn't speak, couldn't see, could do nothing but breathe and shift and feel. All the while, Grey's heart pounded against him. Whit jostled the plug once it was in, moving it so that it made him spark inside. His cock throbbed, liquid heat sliding, dripping onto his belly. Whit bent and licked the pre-come from his belly, hair brushing his cock like a thousand tiny fingers.

  “Now what, Grey? Do we untie him and let him fuck you? Or are you going to ride him?”

  “Going to let him loose, Whit. Going to reward him for being so good.” Grey growled low, rubbing along his side. “You're going to move that plug and release his cock when it's time.”

  Whit moaned, mouth moving over his belly and then up along his cock to suck briefly at the tip. “Did you hear that, Raine. You're going to get to take him in a moment.”

  Raine nodded, whimpered, unable to do anything but focus on that sweet mouth. Whit kissed his skin, taking a long, slow path down to his right ankle and undoing the binding. Then Whit followed the same path back up to his cock, kissing the tip again before heading down his other leg.

  He was sobbing into Grey's mouth, words sliding out in random patterns that just meant please. Whit was moving so slowly, absolutely torturing him with that hot mouth, taking such pleasure in doing it too if those noises were anything to go by. Finally, he simply melted, gave in to the bonds and the sensation and the need and floated, soft moans filling the air.

  Grey let Whit undo each limb, moving slowly against him as Whit made love to his skin, turned the unbinding process into an experience all its own. He was settled on his side, spooned behind Grey's warmth, fingers removing the plug within and guiding him into perfect heat, the purest joy sliding through him.

  Whit lay behind him, body molding to his. Sweet words were whispered into his ear, Whit's fingers moving against the plug inside him, making him shudder. He kept moving, kept soaring higher and higher. He only just managed to lift his head, beg. “Please, Whit. Love. Inside me. Please.”

  He felt Whit nod against his back, warm fingers grabbing at the base of the plug. Raine stilled, shaking and moaning. “Oh ... oh, yes. Please love.”

  “Unsnap his cock, love. We'll all come together.” Grey's voice soothed and comforted him, eased him.

  “Yes, Grey.” The plug came out first, Whit's cock pushing in before he could even miss being filled. Then Whit's fingers, trembling and warm slid to undo the leather that held him tight.

  “Oh...” He rippled, rocking between them. “Now. Love you both. Just love you.”

  Grey nodded. “Yes, my Raine. No more games. Just love us.”

  The binding around his cock slid away, Whit's hand moving to hold Grey's hip, the three of them moving together, bodies pushing and pulling. Everything in his universe snapped into place, his sight clear, his joy complete.

  “Love you, Raine. Love you, Grey.” Whit's whisper slid along his skin. It was so small, that whisper, but huge enough to dissolve him, his body releasing all his passion into Grey, bones and will and sense melting.

  Even as he filled Grey with himself, Whit filled him with love.

  Raine simply melted, dissolving between his lovers. “Love you.”

  Whit shifted away and then his heat returned, the comforter covering them all.

  “Thank you my loves,” murmured Whit. “Thank you.”

  Grey shifted, a straw brought to his lips, cool apple juice filling his mouth. “We'll rest, Raine, then there is fruit and juice waiting, bath oils. Everything.”

  Tears slid from his eyes as he nodded, swallowed. “Yes. Love. Thank you.”

  Whit's hands slid along his skin, and along Grey's, touching them, loving them. Together they rested, his shattered and rebuilt soul cradled between heart and home.

  * * * *

  “Is the popcorn ready, Grey?” He carried the bowl of candy and the plate of candied apples over to the bed. The bed was piled high with pillows and blankets, Whit rolling the TV and VCR over, scary movies in a stack by the foot.

  Whit looked adorable, wearing silk boxers covered in candy corns and an orange jack-o-lantern pumpkin t-shirt, hair still damp and askew.

  “Almost, Raine.” Grey's voice was happy, the smell of popcorn and butter filling the apartment.

  Raine put his burdens down and straightened his white t-shirt, almost covering the bunny tail sewn on his boxers. He bounced over to take a long kiss from Whit. “Happy Halloween, Whit!”

  So he'd said it thirty seven times, each time came with a kiss.


  Whit gave him a warm smile, arm sliding around his back, fingers tugging at his tail. “Happy Halloween, dear Raine.”

  He chuckled, nestling closer. “Are you ready for our fright night? Ready to huddle under the covers with us and eat?”

  Grey came sauntering out with the bowl of popcorn, wearing only a pair of black silk pajama pants, hair loose and shining. “He means hide under the cover and scream like a girl, Whit.”

  Whit chuckled and squeezed him tight, offering another sweet kiss. “The screaming part sounds fun,” Whit said with a wink.

  “It is. We've done this since we were ten years old—Grey and me, hidden under the covers, daring each other to watch the gory parts.” Raine grinned, reaching out to steal a piece of popcorn. “And now you and I can eat popcorn off Grey's belly.”

  “Do we get to dare each other?” Whit asked, stealing a piece of popcorn for himself, as well as a soft stroke across Grey's belly.

  “Oooh! Truth or dare!” Raine nodded as Grey rolled his eyes.

  “No mooning the neighbors, Raine.”

  “Grey...”

  “No.”

  Whit laughed, the sweet sound filling the apartment.

  “I get Whit on my team, then.” Raine ducked the swat that was headed for his ass.

  “No teams, Raine. That's cheating.” Grey moved the popcorn out of Raine's reach and took the good spot on the bed, holding open his arms with a wicked grin. “Come sit, Whit, and leave the cheater in the cold.”

  Whit chuckled and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Happy Halloween, Raine.”

  Then that candy corn covered ass was climbing into bed and into Grey's arms. Grey's eyes were positively twinkling, and he'd be mad if Grey wasn't so beautiful and if he didn't know without a shadow of a doubt that those arms had a place for him, too. Whit made a show of settling in and then smiled over at him. “Come on, Raine—we're lopsided without you.”

  Grey's free arm opened and he crawled in, legs tangling with Grey's and Whit's. He grabbed the remote control, snuggling on Grey's shoulder, and pushed play. “The Haunting first. It shouldn't be too scary.”