Rabbit Season

by Megan Derr

  Six Months Later

  Sidney dragged himself out of the elevator as the doors dinged open and trudged down the long, pseudo-fancy hallway toward Room 539. The carpet was mostly blue, but with like ten other colors in a nauseating pattern that made his eyes hurt.

  Reaching Room 539, he combed through his hair, smoothed and straightened his clothes, then finally knocked on the door. It cracked open a moment later, and the way Brook's face turned from confusion to absolute joy obliterated the lingering tension from weeks of meetings and hours of traveling.

  The door closed again, and he heard the rattle of a chain before Brook yanked it open and reeled him inside. Sidney dropped his bag and returned the tight embrace in which Brook engulfed him. Drawing back after a minute, Brook cupped the back of his head and drew him down into a long, deep kiss that tasted like coffee and blueberries, and turned Sidney's thoughts to dust and scattered them to the wind.

  Arms wrapped around him from behind. Sidney slowly pulled away from Brook to twist around and kiss Colby, as in love and enthralled as ever at the differences between them. One playful, one intent, both so fucking addictive.

  When all the kissing paused several minutes later, Colby asked, "What are you doing here, duckling? Shouldn’t you be back home still?"

  "Raccoons decided to cooperate. We'll contend with the wolves next month. Thought it'd be more fun if I told you in person."

  "Definitely," Colby replied, hands running absently over Sidney's body, stroking and petting as though he could not help but touch. Needed to touch. "You should do it naked."

  Sidney laughed. "What if I'm hungry and tired?"

  "We'll feed you later," Brook said. "We haven't seen you in a month, and somebody is still too shy for phone sex."

  Sidney stuck his tongue out. "It's weird."

  "You're weird."

  "You're both dorks," Colby cut in, then cut off Sidney's reply by pulling his shirt up over his head. Throwing it aside, he hooked his fingers in the belt loops of Sidney's jeans and pulled him in close. Sidney bent and kissed him, curling his fingers around the back of Colby's head to hold him still while he relearned every curve and hollow of Colby's mouth.

  Colby fed him a soft moan, fingers fluttering against Sidney's ribcage before sliding around him, nails skating along his skin. Sidney drew back, licked Colby's lips, and then pulled away entirely. Brook pressed up against their sides, leaning up to kiss Sidney before breaking away to kiss Colby with the same thorough enthusiasm. Sidney shivered at the sight, pretty sure he would stop enjoying it only when he was dead. Possibly not even then. He looped his arms loosely around them, rubbing a little bit, eager and impatient.

  But when they drew apart, he tamped down on the need to push them over to and down on the beds and asked, "So how's life been for you two? How is the placement going for the little crocodile girl?"

  "Still working on her, unfortunately," Brook replied. "The interviews here didn't pan out. Even the bravest, most accepting souls get a bit intimidated by a croc, especially when her birth parents were behemoths even by crocodile standards. Shifted, the mother was fourteen feet. The father closer to twenty. Pretty comparable in human form, and Lucy shows every indication of being the same. World's most adorable two-year old heavy weight." He grinned. "We'll find her a good home if I have to wreak havoc."

  Colby snorted. "Pretty sure we already are. We have a few more interviews lined up for next week in South Carolina." He splayed a hand on Sidney's chest. "You should come with us if you can. We'll do the interviews, set up a meeting if one pans out, then the three of us can do the touristy, dorky stuff. Romantic getaway like."

  Capturing his hand, lifting it to kiss the palm, Sidney replied, "Sounds fun. Dad and Pop said I should take a couple of weeks off, anyway. They're going to do the same thing, going to some fancy resort in California to behave irresponsibly on the beach. So they claim, anyway. I'm pretty sure they're going to stay in their room the whole time and marathon cooking and home repair shows."

  "And have lots of sex," Brook added.

  "People who mention by dads having sex do not get blowjobs."

  Brook pouted. Colby said, "I would like it stated for the record that I didn't say a word."

  Sidney grinned. "How lucky for you."

  "Jerks," Brook muttered and pinched Colby's ass.

  Colby smacked his stomach and then pulled away, dragging Sidney with him. Sidney pushed him down on the bed, then knelt in front of him, spreading Colby's legs wide to settle between them. He worked Colby's pants open, pulled out his cock, and only spent a few seconds on teasing strokes and touches before obeying the order in Colby's growl.

  A month apart was entirely too long. He'd missed their smiles, their scent, how very tactile they were. The way Colby's fingers fluttered and combed through his hair, the way his breath hitched and his his jerked just a little bit as Sidney sucked him.

  The way he could feel Brook's eyes like the filthiest touch.

  The twins groaned in unison. Colby's fingers tightened in Sidney's hair. "Fuck I've missed you and that evil mouth."

  "That is definitely a sight for sore eyes." Brook approached the bed, slid one knee on it, and gently grabbed a fistful of Colby's hair. Tugging his head up, Brook bent and took his mouth a sharp, biting, artless but eager kiss.

  Sidney pulled off Colby's cock to watch them—vibrant, loud, always-moving Brook, who might have initiated the kiss, might be the one with a handful of hair, holding Colby in place, but was definitely the one bending to Colby's quiet, fierce control.

  If there was a prettier sight than the two of them kissing as hard as they would eventually fuck, Sidney didn't want to know it. He went back to sucking cock, hands splayed on Colby's legs to keep them apart. Sidney took him deep, working his throat, his tongue, pulling back only when it seemed like Colby was about to let go.

  "Stop—" Colby gulped. "Stop teasing."

  Before Sidney could reply, Brook grabbed hold of Colby and pulled him further up the bed, spread him out and tugged off their clothes. Sidney rose to his feet and got rid of the rest of his, then crawled onto the bed and resumed his task.

  He paused a moment later to moan as Brook's fingers began to tease at his hole. Holy everything, he had missed this. Missed them.

  Resuming his work, patience gone, Sidney worked Colby's cock until he groaned Sidney's name in warning a moment before he spilled, warm and salty-sweet, down Sidney's throat. Sidney gently sucked and licked him a moment more, then let Colby's softening cock slip free. Soft fingers brushed over his lips, and Sidney flushed warm at the fond, happy look on Colby's face.

  Then Brook's fingers pushed in deep and twisted. Sidney moaned, head dropping to not quite touch the sheets, pushing his ass back slightly to take more, deeper. Colby chuckled, and Sidney dragged his eyes up to see him settling back against the pillows, legs sprawled, hands resting lightly on his thighs, as he watched them avidly. "Better than TV."

  "Please," Brook replied, pushing two fingers deeper, free hand petting, teasing. "That is the exact expression on your face whenever a hockey game is on."

  Colby rolled his eyes. "As much as I love hockey, it pales next to watching you fuck Sidney until he screams."

  "I almost believe you—that nearly sounded sincere. Have you been practicing?"

  Flipping him off, Colby replied, "Less talking, more fucking."

  "As you command," Brook drawled. He worked a third finger into Sidney.

  Sidney moaned, moved into them, wanting more, damn it. He whined, high and sharp, when the fingers pulled out, ready to start issuing threats. They were immediately forgotten when Brook lined up his cock and began to carefully push into him.

  Better bracing himself on the bed, he shuddered at the push of Brook's cock and the way he could feel Colby's gaze sizzle along his sweaty, overheated skin. When he looked up, Colby's eyes were as hot as glowing coals, expression sharp, lips slightly parted. If a six-headed dragon busted into the room right then, Sidney was p
retty sure none of them would notice. "Come on, Brook," Colby said, dragging his eyes away from Sidney to look at Brook. "I know damn good and well you want to grab those hips and fuck him so hard he feels it for a week. Do it."

  Brook's cracked groan filled the room, mingling with Sidney's whimpers. He pushed all the way inside Sidney, smoothed his hands up and down his back, bent to drop a kiss on his spine. Drawing back, he curled his hands around Sidney's hips and did it exactly as ordered, fucking into Sidney deep and hard and fast, filling the room with the sound of skin slapping on skin, needy pleas and ragged groans. Colby threaded the noises with the odd command or compliment, fisting his own cock, already hard again, and languidly stroking it while he watched. "This is just the beginning," Colby said. "It's my turn when we get back from dinner. By the time we get to South Carolina, you'll be ready to take us both at the same time."

  Sidney made a high, keening noise, entire body shuddering as that lovely image and Brook's pounding combined to overwhelm him.

  "Make him scream," Colby said, the words spoken quietly but not even remotely lacking in force.

  Brook drove into Colby one last time, then plastered himself to Sidney's back, drew him so they were both on their knees. Nibbling and sucking at Sidney's damp throat, he got a hand around Sidney's cock, stroked him off hard and fast, cock moving in small, shallow thrusts all the while.

  It was impossible not to fall apart, and Sidney did so with the demanded scream. He was still shivering in the aftermath when Brook pushed him back down, reclaimed the grip on his hips, and rutted into him a few more times before holding on tight and groaning loudly as he came.

  Sidney slumped down onto the bed, whimpering as Brook's cock slipped from his body, leaving a wet, sticky mess to drip and cling to his thighs. Colby gently tugged him further up the bed, wrapped loosely around him with Brook settling on his other side.

  "So what's for dinner?" Sidney asked with a yawn.

  "There's an awesome gourmet burger place not far from here. We ate there a couple of days ago and were sad you weren't around to enjoy it," Brook replied, face lighting up.

  "You guys hate ninety-five percent of burger places."

  Colby smiled against his skin. "Yeah, well, there's still the five percent, and this is one of them. They've got a Portobello burger to die for, at least to judge by the obscene noises Brook made while eating it. Salads are really good, too."

  "I'll stick with cow," Sidney replied.

  Brook poked him. "Weirdo."

  "Says the man who fucks his brother."

  Brook and Colby scoffed. "Speaking of incest and weirdos," Brook said. "What made the raccoons fold? They seemed pretty damned determined to keep a hate on for us. Was pretty sure we'd be going to court soon."

  "I think they finally realized just how many groups they'd pissed off, and how much that was going to affect them. At the end of the day, shifters stand together. That's why everyone is so volatile over this revealing our existence thing. They pissed off at least two wolf packs, probably more since a lot of packs will fall in with those two. Pissed off not just my flock, but the half-dozen flocks we're closest to, a whole fuckton of rabbits, and to finish off, damn near every snake in existence since they adore Skylar and all the inroads he's made for them. Bad mix to piss off, to say the least. So they folded, probably hoping to make friends again. When I left they were spilling their guts to the DPRS. Pop was cackling and talking about buying a good bottle of wine." Sidney grinned. "Since that's wrapped up until the meeting with the wolves, I decided to come here, see you guys early."

  "Best surprise ever," Brook declared, and Colby smiled softly in agreement.

  "Aunt Nancy told me before we split off that the conference was back on. Didn't get any details, though."

  Colby shifted, pushed a leg between Sidney's, nuzzling against his back. "It's not until next year, which is later than she wanted, but pick your battles, etc etc."

  Sidney yawned. "Glad it's happening, at least. Sky and Brady will be happy." He yawned again. "So dinner, sex, then tomorrow we head for South Carolina? I hope we're driving. I'm sick of planes."

  "Yeah, driving," Brook said. "Then homeward bound in a couple of weeks. I'm going to sleep on the patio for a month straight and no one can stop me."

  Sidney went still at that, dragging open his heavy eyes to look at Brook. "You mean my house? That's home?" They'd all three been so busy with work and meetings, that they spent more time in hotel rooms than anywhere else. He hadn't known where they were all going to settle when they got to that point. Hadn't wanted to broach the topic.

  "Duh," Colby said and dropped a warm, heavy kiss on his shoulder. "Come on, let's shower. Last one in has to pay for dinner."

  He sat up, and Sidney immediately snatched up the pillow, clobbered him with it, then used Colby's surprise to shove him into Brook before he leapt out of bed and bolted for the bathroom.

  They got their revenge in the shower, but it didn't leave Sidney feeling very sorry for his actions.

  Fin

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  Megan is a long time resident of LGBTQ fiction, and keeps herself busy reading, writing, and publishing it. She is often accused of fluff and nonsense. When she's not involved in writing, she likes to cook, harass her cats, or watch movies. She loves to hear from readers, and can be found all over the internet.

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