by Lotus Oakes
Simon swallowed hard. He could feel himself trembling. It was embarrassing and it was stupid and he couldn’t make himself stop.
“Yes,” he whispered, so soft he could barely hear himself over the noise of the water. “Yes, please.”
Dirk made a pleased noise, low and rumbling. “We’ve got you,” he said again, then slid an arm around Simon’s waist, pulling him close to hold, and helping keep him upright on his feet. Before Simon could ask anything, Dirk reached between his legs and wrapped slick long fingers around his cock, stroking it in long, easy strokes. It felt good, and almost comforting, and Simon began to lean into that when he felt Haley move as well.
At first her fingers were light, almost impossible to differentiate from the shower spray, trailing along the curve of his ass. Then, more firmly, she pressed between the cheeks, using her fingers to press him open a little wider. Immediately he stiffened, trying to move away, and she stopped.
“No good?” Dirk asked, his voice softer now, gentle. “If you don’t like it, remember …”
Simon bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut. “No.”
“No—?” Dirk’s grip didn’t loosen, but Haley pulled away, her hands dropping away from him entirely. Simon took another deep breath and let his forehead rest against Dirk’s shoulder.
“No, it’s … it’s all right. We can try it.”
“Only if you’re sure,” Dirk murmured, in the same soothing tone as before. “You know we don’t mind if you don’t want to, right? There are other fun things—”
“We can do it, I said!” Simon huffed, without lifting his head. “I just, I want to …”
To come, he couldn’t make himself finish, but he turned his face into Dirk’s neck more and spread his legs wider, willing his trembling to stop.
“If you’re sure,” Haley said, down by his hips. “Tell me if you don’t like it, all right?”
He nodded, mumbling something that could have been assent. There was a brief pause, and then Haley’s fingers were on him again, touching lightly, skirting around his hole without outright touching it, just as when she’d been washing him before. Dirk began to stroke him again, long easy strokes, slicked by the water, and the effect was both soothing and exciting. He let his hips move a little more insistently as he grew used to it, panting softly against Dirk’s neck.
“Easy,” Dirk murmured into his hair, gently as before. “We’ve got you, just enjoy yourself, prettyboy …” He tightened his grip, pumping his hand a little harder, a little faster, until Simon’s hips were thrusting in time, teasing him just on the edge of anything more.
The very tip of Haley’s finger pressed against his hole, dipping in without going too far. That touch alone sent a violent shiver through Simon, stronger and more intense than he expected, and he scrabbled for a moment against Dirk’s smooth shoulders for purchase and balance. She didn’t actually press much further than that, just dipping in small shallow movements that echoed the rhythm of Simon’s hips. Things were building faster now, coiling into a heavy knot of tension in his belly, and Dirk began to jerk him off even faster, and he was crooning things to Simon now, those same low thick suggestions, fuck yeah, you like her doing that, you want her to keep that up, maybe later I’ll just stick my dick in you and we’ll see if it makes you scream, I can fuck you while you eat her out and you’d love it, wouldn’t you, you’d love it so fucking much …
Simon’s orgasm took him by surprise; he jerked back with a wailing cry, his hips jerking hard, incidentally driving himself harder on Haley’s questing fingers, and the cry strangled itself in his throat; it felt a little like coming forever, unable to stop. His knees actually did buckle, but Dirk and Haley both caught him, helping keep him on his feet.
In silence they continued to wash up — he was dimly aware of Dirk working his fingers in Haley’s hair and the smell of apple shampoo tickling his nose. He heard them kiss more than once, and felt lips brushing across his mouth and his cheeks, which he clumsily tried to return as best he could.
After that, he was tugged from the shower stall and wrapped up in a thick fluffy towel. He managed to dry himself with it, mostly, though someone — and he suspected Dirk, from the angle of the fingers — dropped another towel on his head and firmly scrubbed his hair to reasonable dryness.
Haley’s hand slipped into his, and Dirk’s hand settled on his back. Step by slow step, the three of them left the bathroom and made their way to a bed. Simon couldn’t tell if it was Haley’s or his own, and at that point, he found he didn’t really care. He fell on it heavily, rolling a little to make room as Haley nudged up against him, and Dirk crawled over him until he was sandwiched warmly between them.
Slowly, breath by warm breath, Simon fell asleep.
Simon awoke with a start, half-lurching up, his heart pounding in his chest. For a moment blind panic shot through him, followed by a deep and sickening lurch of resigned regret. He was in his own bed; it was too dark outside to be anything but late night. After all of that, everything had just been some sort of wonderful, terrible, fleeting dream …
He drew in a hard shaky breath.
Then a hand pawed at his shoulder, pulling weakly, as if to draw him back down. He jumped, and was aware of the heavy long weight plastered to his side, and the second, slighter one on the other.
“Simon,” Haley mumbled, her voice thick and slurred with sleep. “Go back to sleep.”
He sucked in a sharp breath, held it for a few long moments, then let it out slowly.
“Simon,” Haley said again, her voice almost a whine now; Dirk snorted quietly and shifted, though he didn’t quite rise to waking.
“Oh,” he said, and then, “Yeah,” and, “Sorry.”
He laid back down carefully, and slid an arm around Haley’s waist when she snuggled closer to him. He reached back with one leg, squirming it to press between Dirk’s, letting their weight settle firmly on top of him.
And then, listening to the sounds of their breathing, he let himself drift back to sleep.
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About The Author
Lotus Oakes lives in Seattle, where the sun shines more often than you might think, and writes whatever she can, wherever she can. She has been writing for upwards of ten years in a variety of genres and means to carry on in the same manner from hereon.
You can see more from her at her blog nekokoban.hanashika.com and at her Smashwords author’s page.