by Sloan Parker
Oh God. I buried my face in my clothes. They knew what I did every time I snuck in. Did they know the rest? I forced myself to look again.
Doug dropped his head back to Roger’s shoulder, wound his arms around Roger, and squeezed the firm ass cheeks.
“I bet he likes to feel your underwear against his skin.” Roger whispered the words into Doug’s ear. “Imagine it’s you touching him. I bet he gets hard just thinking about it.” Roger rotated his groin over Doug’s ass. “Hard as I am now.”
Were they angry? No. They were turned on. As turned on as I was, so fucking hard I wanted to shove my hand inside the pair of underwear Roger was talking about.
Roger opened another drawer. “He wears my jeans.”
Doug wasn’t saying anything. He was moving, rubbing back against Roger, running his hands over Roger’s ass.
Then Roger moved the two of them toward the closet, and still holding Doug from behind, he slid open the door and turned on the light. Just as I had done a few minutes earlier—only without the holding Doug part.
“I bet,” Roger said, “he touches himself as he picks out one of your ties.”
Doug removed a hand from Roger’s ass and ran the tips of his fingers over the line of dress shirts. Those graceful fingers moved in such a slow, gentle touch, and I almost moaned out loud. I bit my lip and shifted my hips, my cock getting a little friction with the move. I wanted more. I wanted them.
Roger worked a hand down the front of Doug’s pants and began a slow, sensual stroke. I ached to feel Roger’s hands on me, Doug’s lips against mine, my body pressed between them. One last time.
“He picks out a shirt.” Roger continued the movement of his hand on Doug’s cock. “One of my dress shirts. And your blue tie.”
Doug gasped.
“The one we were going to use on him the night we celebrated your promotion. The night he’d begged us to tie him up. The night we last made love.”
Doug wiped his eyes. Was he crying? His voice was shaky when he finally spoke. “We never did get to the tie.”
“No. But we said we would.” Roger gripped Doug’s hand in his and led the way across the room. “After he dresses in our clothes, he goes to the bathroom.”
I shifted until I could see them through the open doorway. They stood in front of the mirror. Roger reached around Doug again and lifted the bottle of cologne. He opened it and poured some into the palm of his hand. He worked his hands together in front of Doug, and then spread the cologne over Doug’s cheeks and down his neck. Doug’s hips were moving again.
Roger kissed the skin of Doug’s neck from earlobe to shoulder. I could almost smell Doug’s skin, the mix of arousal and Roger’s cologne. I had never smelled that cologne on Doug. Did they smell the same wearing it?
Roger ran his hands down the front of Doug’s naked chest, over one nipple then the other, progressed lower and lower, and finally, dipped a hand into the front of Doug’s pants. I panted at the thought of smelling Roger’s cologne on Doug’s cock and balls.
I watched the fabric of Doug’s pants move with the hand working him. I gulped down a swallow and tried to remember how to breathe.
Roger’s gruff voice startled me. “Now we all smell the same.”
Doug moaned and shifted his hips faster.
“Come to bed, lover.” Roger eased his hand out of Doug’s pants and turned for the door. He stopped and laughed as he grabbed the bottle of lube from the shower. “He didn’t like us leaving the lube somewhere new.”
“Why?” Doug asked.
“I think he misses the way we did things. The way we were together—the three of us. He’s miserable alone.”
“He left us—”
“You know why.” Roger held Doug against his chest and whispered to the hair above Doug’s ear. “He thought we’d be ashamed of him. He thought coming home to us from prison would make us love him differently. He thought he was an extra we were playing with, and that we’d be fine without him. That we’d go right back to where we were before we found him outside the club. He doesn’t know he was as much a part of this relationship as either of us. He doesn’t know how easily it was for that hungry, lonely man to steal our hearts.”
I couldn’t stop the tears that streamed down my face. Roger’s words penetrated every inch of thick skin I had been trying to build since I’d left them for prison.
It was odd—hiding under the bed we had once shared, wearing their clothes, crying like I never had in my life, and yet my cock hard, my body so hungry for them, I didn’t know if I’d be able to walk away if they discovered me and demand I leave. But it didn’t sound like they would. They still wanted me.
Maybe I had already jerked off and had fallen asleep on the red sheets, and their words were my wishes come to life in my dreams.
They moved as one to the middle of the bedroom, facing each other.
Doug glanced toward the closet. “Where’s the tie? It wasn’t in there.”
“We came home early enough.”
Doug’s mouth fell open. “He’s here?”
Roger nodded.
I hugged my clothes tighter to me and held my breath.
“Where?”
Roger looked over his shoulder. “Under the bed.”
Doug turned, and both men stared at me.
I knew I wasn’t dreaming because I used all my mental powers to force the floor to split open and swallow me whole. It didn’t.
“Billy?”
I should’ve been man enough to crawl out and face them, but my name on Doug’s lips had me frozen under the bed, holding my own clothes, wearing theirs, tears on my face, and my dick rock hard.
Doug walked to the bed, crouched beside it, and lifted the sheet hanging over the edge. “Billy, come out here.” Those blue, blue eyes were watching me.
Roger hadn’t moved from where he stood, but his voice was louder than any of his words since he’d stepped into the apartment. “Billy.”
That was all it took. I never could resist his requests, not in the bedroom. He liked to lead the way. And I always liked to let him. So did Doug. Roger said it was because Doug needed to let go of the control he held on to all day in the courtroom. And he said I needed to give all of myself to someone.
He was right about that.
I worked my way out from under the bed, still not letting go of my clothes. I might need them before long.
Doug wrapped a hand around my upper arm and helped me stand, the baggy jeans making the move an issue, my nerves adding to it.
The soft touch of Doug’s hand on my arm and the comforting blue eyes watching me took me back in time to the first night I’d met them, when they’d driven me to a diner and fed me a roast beef sandwich with extra fries, had brought me home and ran me a hot bath, and then had taken me to their bed where nothing close to sex happened and where I slept pressed between them. The next day, they’d had a new bed delivered for the guest room. It took three months before either of them kissed me. Another two before they brought me to their bed again. I learned later, they had wanted to wait even longer. They didn’t want me to feel like I owed them something.
But it had never felt like that. All I ever felt was their love.
I stared at Doug’s hand on my arm. I longed to feel the heat of his palm on my skin. Why couldn’t I have jerked off naked in their bed? Only that would have also put me naked standing before them. I already felt exposed. Vulnerable. Like the twenty-something kid from the street they’d brought home with them five years before.
Doug yanked me forward and crushed me against his chest. “Stupid, stupid man.”
Roger stood behind me and wound his large arms around us, pinning me between them.
All my resolve went out the window—where I should have been following it. I dropped the clothes and wrapped an arm around Doug’s waist, the other back around Roger’s.
Doug let out a soft moan. He buried his nose in my hair. “You’ve been out for two months. Where have you been st
aying?”
I wanted to answer, but the words caught in my throat.
Roger gripped my hip. “Billy,” he said. “Where?”
I dropped my head back to his chest. “The Third Street Mission.”
Doug ran a hand over my cheek. I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch.
“Why didn’t you come home?” he asked.
I couldn’t stop myself. I turned my head and kissed his palm.
He wiped the last of my tears from my eyes. “Did you think we wouldn’t want you anymore?”
I nodded.
Roger bent and kissed the back of my neck. He worked his way to my earlobe. “Did you think we wouldn’t still love you?”
A part of me knew they would, but I had wanted better for them—better than me.
Roger kissed my temple. “Talk to us.”
“I was in prison.” My voice trembled with each word.
Roger laughed. That deep rumble vibrated against my back. Without a thought, I shifted between them, my ass to Roger’s cock, my dick to Doug’s, back and forth, the rhythm coming back to me as effortlessly as any step I’d taken to get to the apartment.
Doug started to move with me, but Roger stilled our actions.
So stupid. I shouldn’t have been so bold. I had left them. I had packed a bag and walked out the door while they were at work, and I had stayed at the mission until it was time to report to court. They had shown up that day. Doug wouldn’t take no for an answer when he took the place of the public defender. I owed Doug years of my life. My sentence wouldn’t have been as light if he hadn’t shown up to help me.
And this was how I repaid them?
Breaking into their place, rifling through their belongings, trying to rub off on them as if nothing had changed between us?
Roger’s deep voice sounded small when he spoke. “You wouldn’t talk to us at your court appearance. You refused to see us at the prison. You get out and don’t bother to tell us where you are. Don’t you think all that hurt?”
“Roger. Don’t.” Doug massaged my arms. “He’s here.”
Roger shoved a hand inside the loose pants that hung from my body. He gripped my cock. “He’s here to jerk off. Not to see us.”
“I-I want—” I squeezed my eyes shut.
Roger slid his hand down the length of my cock. He caressed my balls. “Say it, Billy.”
I groaned and moved my hips again. “I wanted to see you. But-but you deserve better.”
“Better than you?” With the surprise in Doug’s voice, I opened my eyes and watched him. He searched my face. “God, Billy. You were trying to help him.”
“But I stole.”
Roger cupped my balls, his touch gentle, loving. “Why didn’t you ask us for help? We would’ve given him the money.”
I twisted in their arms until I could look up at Roger. “I couldn’t take anything else from you.”
“Take?” Roger said. “You have no clue, do you? We were missing something until we met you. We needed you as much as you needed us.”
Doug forced me to look his way. “And without you, we’re not whole. We’re broken.”
“You’ve punished yourself enough,” Roger said. “It’s time to come home.”
Doug leaned forward and kissed me. His warm tongue caressed mine. All worries, all thoughts were gone. I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood on the tips of my toes. Roger’s warmth left my back. I wanted to cry out, wanted to plead for his touch again, but I couldn’t tear myself from Doug’s kiss. I wanted him to consume me, to take my breath into him until we weren’t sure where he ended and I began.
Roger pressed against my back again. One of his hands gripped my hip. The fingers of the other caressed my lower lip. I opened my mouth wider and let his thumb slide between my lips, alongside Doug’s tongue until I could taste them both.
Roger slipped his thumb from my mouth and gripped one of my arms from around Doug’s neck. He wound something around my wrist.
The blue tie.
I gasped.
Doug smiled at me, his lips still moist from the kiss. “You aren’t getting away from us this time.”
Roger laughed and tugged me backward. I trembled.
“Get naked, Doug,” Roger said.
Doug stripped. I couldn’t take my eyes off the hard lines of his body, the swollen erection between his legs.
Roger stepped in front of me. He forced my head up until I met his stare. “You are staying. Unless you tell me you want to go.” He waited a moment, then added, “I thought not.” He leaned forward and stopped, his lips an inch from mine. “I’m going to kiss the hell out of you, and I might not be able to stop once I start.” He pulled back.
I whimpered. I wanted his lips on mine.
“First things first,” he said. “On the bed, Doug.”
Doug nodded and lay on his back in the center of the large bed.
“Arms over your head.”
Doug stretched his arms up as if reaching for the headboard. His body was spread out over the red sheets like a decadent dessert offering. I wanted to crawl on top of him and take a taste. More than a taste. I wanted to devour all of him.
Roger moved behind me. He popped the top button of the jeans I wore and slid down the zipper. Doug licked his lips as he watched from the bed, his body held immobile by only Roger’s will.
“Go ahead,” Roger said as he continued to undress me. “Say it.”
Say what? He worked the pants off me, then unbuttoned the shirt. My head spun with the brush of his large hands against my skin.
Doug spoke. “I want you so much, Billy. Missed seeing your body, touching you. Missed you between us, your smile, your laugh, your love. Missed you every moment you were gone.” Doug shifted his hips but kept his arms stretched overhead. “Been dreaming about you inside me.”
Shallow breaths were all I could manage.
Roger slid the shirt off my shoulders, working it over the tie still wrapped around my wrist. He brushed the flesh of my ass and thighs as he peeled the black underwear off my body.
“God, babe,” Doug said. “You’re gorgeous. Come here.”
He knew I wouldn’t move. Not until Roger told me to. It was a game we had played many times.
He didn’t give up. “Babe, crawl on top of me. Need to feel your body on mine, your tongue in my mouth, your cock inside me.”
I nodded. It was all I could give him. For now.
Roger chuckled. I heard him unzip his pants. Then his muscular, naked body came in close, his arms around my chest, the solid, heated flesh of his cock at my lower back. I groaned and leaned my head back to him.
He kissed my neck. “Do I need to get a rubber?”
Huh? I lifted my head and stared at Doug on the bed. He was either enjoying the sight of my cock, or he couldn’t face me.
It hit me then. “No!”
Doug closed his eyes and swallowed.
I couldn’t stand still any longer. I turned in Roger’s arms. “I didn’t have sex with anyone else. I swear, I didn’t. Just…just a couple of blowjobs. At…at…”
He cupped my cheek and ran his thumb over my lower lip. “In the prison?”
I nodded.
“I believe you.” Louder, he said, “Doug?”
“Me too.”
Roger gave one more swipe to my lip. He released my face and forced me to turn. “Go to him. Lie flat over his body.”
I crawled onto the bed and worked my way up Doug. We both moaned as I lowered myself over him. I rested a hand on the bed on either side of his shoulders and rocked, letting our cocks and bodies get reacquainted, remembering the sweet, easy way we had been together.
Doug moaned again. The sound was beautiful and enticing. I wanted more. I rocked faster, playing him like an old guitar, wanting to hear the same melody I’d been missing for months.
Roger grabbed my hips and tugged me backward. “Not yet. Kneel between his legs.” Doug spread his thighs, and I did as Roger directed. Roger knelt be
hind me, the touch of his chest to my back brought out my own song, little whimpers I couldn’t dream of silencing.
Roger slid his hands up the inside of Doug’s thighs. “Raise your legs.”
Doug lifted his legs, and with a touch of Roger’s hand to my lower back, I inched closer until my cock nestled against Doug’s ass. Soon I’d be inside him. And Roger would be in me. I’d be home. Finally.
Forever?
I gripped the outside of Doug’s thighs, needing to touch more of him.
“Left hand, Doug.”
Doug raised his hand. Roger lifted the end of the blue tie still dangling from my right wrist and wrapped it around the headboard, then both our wrists, binding us together. We entwined our fingers. Roger secured the end of the blue fabric, but it was too loose. I’d slip free before long.
“Tighter.”
Roger licked my ear from top to bottom and whispered, “Tied down or not, you are not going anywhere.”
“No.” I let my head fall to his shoulder. “I want to stay.”
“Billy.” Doug squirmed and pressed his ass against my cock. I couldn’t enter him. Not yet.
Roger leaned to the nightstand for the lube. He slid a hand between Doug and me and slicked my cock, then Doug’s body. Doug gripped the headboard with his free hand.
“It’s okay,” Roger said. “Touch him. Hold on to him.”
Doug let go of the headboard and reached for me under his raised leg. He gripped my thigh.
With Roger’s hand guiding my cock, I pressed my pelvis forward and sank into Doug through several small thrusts. The tight slide of flesh on flesh was almost too much. I’d never be able to hold off for long. Doug groaned and squeezed my hand and thigh, his gaze locked on mine.
It had been too long since I’d been inside either of them, since I’d felt anything on my dick but my own hand. I leaned over him more and rested my free hand on the bed beside his head. I needed the leverage to fuck him the way I wanted to—the way I needed to.
No. That wasn’t true. Roger would be shoving into me soon, and he’d fuck us through the mattress.
Roger spread my ass cheeks. I stilled, and he ran the slick head of his cock from the top of my ass, down the crease ever so slowly. The moment he touched my hole, he thrust forward, driving me farther into Doug.