switched

by Desconhecido(a)

  Coby nodded, humming, hand moving faster, harder. It felt so good, and he was flying higher and higher.

  “Soon, baby. Come on. Show me.”

  Walt cried out, body bucking and shaking, heat splashing out over Coby’s hand and his belly. His eyes held Coby’s the whole time, giving everything he felt, everything he was to the man who meant everything to him.

  “Yes...” Coby’s seed joined his own, spraying over his belly, his skin.

  Another shudder was pulled from him with that, his body pressing up into Coby, not wanting to lose the contact for a second.

  “Mmm... mine.” Coby was beaming, smiling, eyes happy.

  That happiness was infectious, filling him. “Yours, Master.”

  “So, nap or shower?”

  “Whichever you want, Master.” He found he didn’t care right now, as long as he was close to Coby.

  He might in an hour, but right now? He didn’t.

  ***

  Gus watched Bastian bustle about the kitchen, “putting finishing touches” on the evening’s meal. Bastian had gone all out, making sure the apartment was ready for Jacob and Walter; the two of them had spent the entire morning setting up the bed, cleaning, organizing.

  He hoped that it was appreciated. He certainly was looking forward to having Bastian’s attention to himself again.

  “Augie? Augie, did I make the salad right?” He hid his grin. His Bastian? Was not a chef.

  At all.

  Really.

  But the man was trying.

  “I think the little hard bread bits are supposed to go in as well.”

  “Yeah? Okay.” Bastian stirred them in, tasting one as they went.

  “Did you make a sauce for it, Precious?” He set the table for Bastian, frowning at the smell. “Is the food in the oven okay?”

  “I think so?”

  Bastian pulled out a pot that was smoking a little, the roast in there vaguely... crusty.

  He peeked at it and managed not to make a face. He could eat some for Bastian. A bite at least.

  “Is it okay? I followed the recipe.”

  “You could take a taste. See if it needs anything. Chefs do that.” No way he was telling Bastian it wasn’t good.

  Those grey eyes were wide, worried. “Okay...”

  “I’m sure it’s fine, Precious. And if it isn’t? We’ll call for something.” He stroked Bastian’s back reassuringly.

  Bastian took the pot over to the sink, sawing off a chunk of meat. “It’s done all the way through.

  “Excellent. That’s important.”

  He got a grateful look, eyes just shining. “Oh, good. Good.”

  “It smells... done.”

  “Yep. All the way through....”

  He chuckled and took a fork, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

  And chewed.

  And chewed.

  And chewed.

  “Is it tasty?”

  Jacob was going to tease Bastian into tears.

  “Maybe we should order something, Precious. That way I don’t have to share this with anyone. We’ll just put it in the ice box.” He gave Bastian a hopeful look and hoped his stomach would forgive him.

  “It’s that bad, huh?” Bastian sighed, nodded and tossed the whole thing into the trash. “You call and order, I’m going to shower. I smell bad.”

  He followed his lover, picking up Bastian’s clothes as he dropped them one after the other. He shucked his own clothes, following Bastian right into the shower. “I’m sorry, Bastian. Your heart was in the right place. Maybe something simpler next time?”

  “Yeah. Yeah, I guess.”

  He growled. “You made the apartment welcoming. You set up their cupboards and bedroom. You invited them for supper. They won’t feel slighted it isn’t a home cooked meal, Bastian, and you are no less a good friend for not being able to cook.” He would not have Bastian feel bad about this.

  Bastian’s eyes flew to his, cheeks going red. “Oh...”

  He slid his hand along Bastian’s cheek, thumb sliding along the full lower lip. He did love Bastian’s mouth. Especially in that shape.

  “A very good friend,” he murmured, bending to kiss. He could feel it in his bones, when Bastian’s focus snapped to him. “That’s my Precious,” he murmured, hands sliding on Bastian’s skin.

  “Yours...” Bastian’s hands climbed up his arms, wrapping around his shoulders.

  “Yes, mine.” He slid his hands down Bastian’s back, wrapped around that sweet ass.

  “Is... Oh, Augie...” Bastian moaned, stepped closer. Distracted. Oh, that would do. He squeezed Bastian’s ass, letting his fingers slide along Bastian’s crack.

  A sweet low moan sounded, Bastian’s legs spreading, parting for him. Oh, yes. He purred into Bastian’s mouth, finger sliding into perfect silky heat. Bastian melted into him, just moaning.

  He took Bastian’s mouth with his tongue and Bastian’s ass with two fingers, fucking his lover. All of Bastian’s tension melted out of him, heat pouring from his lover.

  He pushed Bastian up against the shower wall, turning him to face the wall. “Mine,” he whispered, cock pushing into his lover.

  “Yes...” Bastian stretched up, ass going tight.

  “Yes.” He pulled out and pushed back in again, growling at the sensation.

  Bastian’s cry echoed, entire body rippling. “More.”

  “Always.” He started a good, hard rhythm, letting Bastian have the best of him.

  Oh, this was what he needed, what Bastian needed. Bastian rode him, head thrown back, happy cries filling the air. His hands were hard on Bastian’s hips, the beautiful skin so hot and smooth. He buried his face in Bastian’s hair, breathing in the scent of his lover.

  “Love you. Love you, Augie. Feel you everywhere...” Bastian’s body rippled, milking him.

  “Yes, Love.” He growled, one hand sliding forward to wrap around Bastian’s cock. “Show me. Come.”

  Heat sprayed, pouring over his fingers. “Yours.”

  He roared, letting his own pleasure sweep through him and fill Bastian.

  Bastian relaxed, breathing hard, panting.

  He touched the hot skin he loved so much, fingers moving on Bastian, sliding to trace where the tattoo was going to go. “Love you,” he murmured.

  “Love you.” He loved the lack of tension, of worry, the simple pleasure in Bastian’s voice.

  “Good. Good.” He pulled Bastian back into the spray of the water, rinsing them both off, grinning as the bell went a moment after he turned the water off. “Almost perfect timing.”

  “Almost.” Bastian chuckled, cuddled in. “We should’ve invited them for tomorrow...”

  “Oh, I’m sure we’ll be busy tomorrow, too.” He kissed Bastian’s forehead and then swatted his ass. “Toss on your robe and go let them in, Precious.”

  “Okay, Augie.” Bastian smiled at him, then hurried off, signs of worry gone, the lines of his lover’s body relaxed.

  He purred softly, smiling as he watched Bastian until he was out of view. Good. This would all be good.

  ***

  The food wasn’t half bad and he didn’t even nag Tanny about the distinctive smoky smell or the tell-tale wet hair. Coby was feeling too good. He had Walt in his lap, both of them sharing a glass of wine, Bastian on the floor at Gus’ feet.

  “So how do you like the new place?” Gus asked, hand slowly stroking through Bastian’s hair.

  “It’s perfect. I appreciate all the time you put into it. You’ll have to come for dinner next; Walter likes cooking.”

  Walter nodded. “As soon as I know the kitchen. I need to know where everything is. Oh, Sebastian, I wanted to thank you for the pantry! Everything was so neat.”

  Bastian beamed. “I wanted you to feel at home.”

  Coby smiled at his brother, nodded. “You’re very good to us.”

  Gus nodded and purred. “That’s my Precious.”

  Walter smiled. “I like the way you cal
l him that.”

  “Well, he is.”

  Bastian leaned into Gus’ hands, looking about as at peace as his Walt did. Which, considering they were in someone else’s house, was like magic. In fact, Walt was almost purring, warm and pliant in his arms.

  Gus chuckled. “This was a good idea.”

  “It was.” Coby petted Walt’s belly, hand moving slow and easy. “I forget how isolated things can be. It’s good to have friends.”

  “Friends who understand,” murmured Walt, undulating against his touch.

  Bastian nodded, almost humming as Gus lifted him onto the strong thighs. “Yeah.”

  “Oh,” murmured Walter. “You’re beautiful together.”

  Walt was right. Gus was all thick muscles, Tanny smooth and sleek, their bodies moving together complementarily.

  Sebastian smiled over. “And you both look so... right? Happy? What do I mean, Gus? Like they were meant to be together.”

  “Perfect, Precious. They look perfect.”

  Walt’s face went a little pink and buried into his chest. Coby hummed, petted Walt’s head, the nape of his neck, his shoulders. The wine and company and food made him relaxed, warm.

  “You have such fine, pale skin, Walter. What do you use on it?” Gus asked.

  His baby looked up at him to answer.

  “We have lotions and oils, but mostly? Walter is just beautiful.”

  Walter gasped softly. “Oh. Master...”

  “What, baby? You are. You always have been.” He kissed Walt’s temple.

  “Thank you, Master.”

  “Have you always had him call you Master?” Gus asked suddenly.

  Coby smiled. “Walter picked the word. In fact, when we first got together, he called me Coby or sir. It wasn’t until we knew things were permanent that he called me Master.”

  Walt smiled and pressed against him. “Coby-Sir. I like Master. It reminds me I’m his, gives me something to focus on.”

  Sebastian grinned at Gus. “Don’t get ideas, Augie.”

  Gus chuckled. “Oh, I think you’ve got plenty to focus on, Precious.”

  They all chuckled, even Walter, the sound happy, relaxed.

  “I bet you can focus him pretty easily, yes, Gus?” Coby smiled at them, nuzzling Walt.

  “Oh, there’s nothing wrong with my focus,” purred Gus, looking at Tanny with the tenderest look. “Nothing wrong at all.”

  Walt gave a happy little sigh.

  “You think you’ll be happy here, baby?”

  “I do, Coby. I would be happy anywhere you were, but I think I will be really happy here.” Walt pressed close.

  “I think so, too, baby.” He nodded, kissed Walt’s temple.

  Walt’s face turned up, his baby mutely asking for a kiss. He gave it, willingly, eagerly. Walt whimpered, mouth opening to him, body pressing close.

  Gus’ chuckle was soft. “You also look very nice together.”

  “We should go, before things go any farther.” His hand cupped Walt’s ass, drew them together.

  “Unless things went farther altogether,” murmured Gus, hand sliding on Bastian’s back.

  He smiled into Walt’s eyes. “It’s up to you, baby. You okay right here?”

  “Are we... does he mean all of us touching or just side by side?” Those green eyes were wide.

  “Whatever you want, Walt, Coby. Bastian and I enjoy your company. The sex was good, too. And we all know that at the end of the day, we’re two committed couples, not a foursome.” Gus shrugged, casual.

  “Or we could just do this. Love each other, watch.” Bastian cuddled into Gus, rubbing a little.

  “Whatever you want, Master.”

  Gus rumbled and Walt’s eyes got wider, turning to look at the big man. “He asked you, Walter.”

  “I...” Walter blinked, looking back to him from Gus.

  “You are a beautiful man, Walter. And so is Jacob. A joy to watch together, I’m sure an equal joy to touch. But we don’t want to make you uncomfortable. Won’t.”

  Coby caught Walt’s eyes, held them. “Focus, baby. No wrong answers. Just what’s in your heart.”

  “I like watching them. I don’t mind them watching us. And I don’t mind if you want to touch them and stuff, but I only want you to touch me like that. I’m yours.”

  He nodded. “Then we’ll stay right here, together.”

  “Okay.” Walter smiled up at him, body relaxing, the tension sliding away from Walter’s body.

  He smiled back, so proud of his baby. It had taken Walt years to learn to speak his mind.

  Walt made a soft noise. “It makes me hot when you look at me like that,” Walt whispered.

  “Does it? Good.” He drew them closer together. “You make me hot, baby. Seeing you strong, happy.”

  “Oh, you make me like that.” Walt beamed up at him, hands wrapping around his neck and tugging his head down.

  Their kiss was deep and hungry, the action stealing Coby’s breath and making his head spin a bit. Walt pressed against him, mouth opening wide, hands tugging him closer still, need strong. They moved together, rocking, making the comfortable couch shift.

  A soft cry sounded from Gus and Sebastian, but his baby didn’t even register that he’d heard the sound, let alone turn to look. Every touch, every kiss, it was all focused on him, Walt intense. His skin was tight, need riding him hard. He got Walt’s pants loosened, got to feel the hard cock against his lower belly.

  Walt cried out, hips pushing, fingers shaking as they started on his buttons. “Oh! Oh, Master, may I? Please, I want skin.”

  “Yeah, baby. Yeah...” He nipped Walt’s bottom lip. Hard.

  Walt jerked, eyes rolling in his head. His fingers weren’t deterred, though, given permission, Walter practically tore the clothes from him. All he knew was Walt beneath him, the soft, silken skin, the heat. Walt rubbed against him, cock hard, leaking along his abdomen. Those trembling fingers found the buttons on his pants, tugged at it.

  His hands slid down, pushing into the loosened pants, fingers curling into Walt’s crease.

  “Master!” Walt’s eyes got wide and he moved faster, rubbing forward and pushing back.

  “Mmm... yes, baby.” He let his index fingers push inside the hot body, fucking in time.

  Walt’s cry was sweet, body moving faster, hands clinging to his shoulder as the long cock made his skin slick with pre-come.

  “So good. Let me see. Want to know now good it is.”

  “Master?” Walt’s eyes met his, glazed with pleasure.

  “So beautiful.” He loved that look, that hungry, happy need.

  Walt smiled. “Love you, Coby,” he whispered, body shivering and shaking, pushing and rubbing and riding back against his fingers.

  “Yeah, baby.” He nodded, eyes watching every emotion as they moved.

  Adoration. Love. Need. Want. Happiness. They were all there in green, Walt’s pale skin beginning to glisten with sweat as he moved. He groaned, pushing up harder, his own sounds mingling with Gus’, Sebastian’s. Walter kept moving, moaning and whimpering, soon begging as well.

  “Want to ride my cock, baby? Or my fingers?”

  Walter’s eyes rolled and he whimpered. “Yes. Oh, please.”

  “Which one. Pick.”

  Walt whimpered again, body tightening on his fingers. “This, Master.”

  “Mmm...” He purred, nuzzled into Walt’s neck, two fingers becoming four in a single motion.

  “Master!” Walt cried his name and rode him hard and fast, hands so tight on his shoulders, soft sounds growing louder and needier.

  “Yes, mine.” He nipped Walt’s skin, leaving little red marks.

  “Oh. Oh, please.” Walt continued to ride him, pushing into each touch.

  “Come for me, baby. Let me have you.” He bucked, arched up and pulled Walt onto his fingers.

  “Master!” His name was on Walt’s lips as Walt came, heat splashing over his belly, his baby’s body squeezing his fingers tight.
r />   He took the sound in, tongue pushing deep and his cock sliding through Walt’s seed. Walter’s fingers slid to cup his face, mouth opening wide, body still moving against him, with him, offering him everything. His hips jerked, rocked, moved desperately, driving his need against Walt’s body.

  “Master... May I have you in my mouth?”

  He groaned, nodding, eyes rolling with the promise of that soft mouth on his cock. Walt slid down his body, rubbing against him along the way. He felt Walt’s breath first, hot, damp against his skin, and then Walt’s tongue, licking him clean of Walt’s come.

  He moaned, arching into it, eyes glancing over at Gus and Sebastian. Tanny was sitting in Gus’ lap, riding the thick cock, both of them watching him and Walter, eyes hot.

  He looked down at Walt, smiling, almost humming. “So good.”

  Walt beamed up at him, licks coming to an end, and the tip of his cock was taken between Walter’s lips, suction slowly increasing around him. He moaned, arching up into the caress, hips undulating. Walt’s eyes were closed, a look of bliss on his face as he did this for Coby.

  One of his hands curled around Walt’s head, tongue slowly pushing into Walt’s mouth. A moan vibrated around his cock, Walt taking him in, sucking strongly. Yes. Yes, that was exactly what he needed.

  Walt’s throat swallowed around the tip of his cock every time he pushed deep, his baby’s tongue sliding along the head each time he pulled shallow again. They got into a perfect rhythm, and he could just push in and in over and over again.

  Gus moaned, a low, husky sound that he recognized, that he knew meant the big man was about to blow.

  Walt’s eyes opened, the green meeting his, hot and wanton. He came hard, eyes rolling, heart pounding. Walt took it all in, swallowed him down, and then Walt’s mouth gentled, soothed and cleaned him.

  He hummed, almost melted all through. “So good, baby.”

  “I love you, Coby,” murmured Walt, grinning suddenly as Gus’ roar rang through the apartment. Sebastian’s little cries echoed behind, so sweet.

  Walt slipped his cock back into his pants, zipping them up before climbing up into his lap again, body languid, melting against him. Walt’s eyes found Bastian and Gus. “Oh, they’re lovely.”

  “Mmm... they are.” His lips found Walt’s ear. “Not as beautiful as you.”