Relay for Life
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“I—” Matthew cut himself off, took a deep breath. When he next spoke, his tone changed, the anger evaporating. “I’m sorry. I’m just so frustrated. I don’t know how to do this, how to be this.” He waved his hand, encompassing the house and them.
Andrew climbed up and went to him, wrapping his arms around his waist. “We can figure it out together. We’re all stumbling around in the dark, Matthew. There is not an easy button. I wish there was.”
Marcel followed his example, bracketing the taller field agent between them. Matthew tensed for a second but eventually relaxed into their touch. Marcel rubbed his neck, working out the knot of nerves as he kissed his shoulder. “We can support you, but you have to lean on us, Mr. Big Bad SCAB Agent. You have to let us help.”
He sighed. “Can I think about the job with Deadzone?” Matthew asked.
Marcel nodded even if he couldn’t see. “Yeah. Jason is going to send over an offer letter and the paperwork you’d have to fill out. Your uncles’ company is great to work for. It’s not an admission of weakness to accept a hand up in this economy. Hell, he might even assign you as company medic if he looks over your résumé. I only thought you’d want the run team position so you could…” He trailed off. He supposed that bit was a little selfish. So you’d stay with us.
“So I could what?” Matthew asked.
“Stay with us, stupid,” Andrew said, voicing what Marcel hadn’t been able to.
Matthew paused. “I didn’t think of it like that.”
“Well, you should’ve. You bit our heads off for no reason. I expect you to make it up to us big time.” Andrew’s tone was serious, but his eyes were twinkling with mischief.
“Oh?” Matthew asked dryly. “How do you propose I do that?”
“By coming inside and fucking me until I forget how mad you made me.”
Marcel echoed Matthew’s groan. In the weeks since they’d gotten back it seemed that Andrew’s sexual hunger had just gotten bigger. He wanted them all the time, and if they were anywhere near the bed—hell, half the time we don’t even need a bed—he was jumping them. His innocent run kid had quite the appetite.
“How did you not know that you were meant to be in a poly relationship?” Matthew asked, chuckling. “You have enough stamina to break lesser men. You need the both of us just to keep up with you.”
Andrew shrugged before he gave them both a saucy grin. “Not my fault I have two gorgeous field agents as lovers.” More seriously, he added, “Besides, it takes some of the sadness out of your eyes. I love you, Matthew. I like making you feel good.” The man always had the ability to say just the right thing. He was definitely the peacekeeper between them.
Matthew leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Andrew’s lips. “You always make me feel good, love.” He stepped back and waved toward the condo. “Lead the way.” He reached back and took Marcel’s hand. “We’ll follow.”
Marcel warmed all over. They were all right.
* * * * Andrew knew that distracting them from their problems wasn’t the best way to deal with the issue, but sex helped them all relax, and when the problems had no easy solutions, it was one way that they coped. Besides, afterward in the relaxed atmosphere, they’d lay together and talk for hours, saying things they normally wouldn’t because of how close they felt. It was high time he broke out the toy box, though.
He led them both into the bedroom and motioned toward his king bed. “Go ahead and get naked and ready.”
Almost immediately they started stripping one another and sharing deep, openmouthed kisses that took the arousal that had been on the edges of his consciousness and made it blossom to a full-blown erection. God he always wanted them, always. Beyond that, he liked them as people, loved them. He couldn’t imagine his life without them. The few days they’d been separated when Marcel and Matthew had gone to the respective sectors to pack had been the loneliest of his life. He used to savor his solitary existence. Now he didn’t want to be without them, ever.
“Come play with us,” Matthew said, cupping Marcel’s now-naked cock and offering it up for his perusal.
“Hmm, you two get started. I’m going to get us some toys.” He was never as bold with his former lovers as he was with Mar and Matthew. They brought out his wild side.
“Toys?” they asked in unison.
“Oh yeah.” He tried not to blush as they looked at him like he’d just grown another dick. “Don’t look at me like that. I wasn’t dead before you met me, just a little partnerless.”
Marcel laughed. “That’s fucking hot.”
“Agreed,” Matthew rumbled.
Just wait until you see what I have in mind, you two. You’re going to come so hard your eyes will cross. He knelt on the floor beside the bed and grabbed the handle on the box under his bed. He opened it as Matthew pushed Marcel back into the bed and climbed on top of him. They ground against one another, groaning as they kissed. Andrew put a restraining hand on his cock as it jerked in the confines of his run shorts. His lovers were so much trouble.
He took out his two toys and stood. “Marcel, lie on your back. Matthew, will you kneel?” They shot him curious, somewhat dazed, looks but obeyed. As they posed for him, Andrew grabbed the lube from the side dresser. Their tests had come back from the medic with the all-clear for them to have unprotected sex, but they hadn’t done so yet. It would only add to what he was planning.
“What are you doing, love?” Matthew asked, staring at him as he stripped off his clothing. His eyes went to the toys he’d tossed on the bed. “And what are those?”
“Something fun. I saw this thing on one of the pornography vids I wanted to try.”
Marcel groaned. “God, you and your ideas are going to kill me.”
Andrew grinned. “You’ll die a happy man, I promise.” He climbed onto the bed and took them both in hand. They both let out low moans of want as his jacked them with practiced precision. He’d learned just how to touch each of them to bring them off. He added some slick to each and stroked them to spread it down each cock in turn.
When he saw them start to sweat, he withdrew his touch and grabbed up the two rings and slipped them on their cocks. “What is that?” Matthew asked, his voice a hoarse thread of need.
“Vibrating cock rings,” Andrew said, pleased with they both made noises of surprised want. He continued. “So when you both stretch me, we can all three enjoy it.”
“All?” Marcel asked in a strangled voice.
“Yeah. Both of you at the same time. I want it.” If he were honest, he had wanted it from that first night but had been too scared and untried to ask to for it.
“Naughty, run kid,” Matthew rumbled. Andrew depressed the buttons on the base of both rings and watched his lovers’ faces as the sensation caused their eyes to roll. Oh yeah. That was hot.
He slicked his fingers with lube and forced two digits impatiently into his needy hole. He wanted this too much and had waited long enough to feel his lovers’ spunk hitting his internal walls. He added a third finger and groaned at the stretch. His lovers echoed the sound as they stroked their own cocks as they watched him.
“Better hurry,” Matthew said. “I’m not going to last long.”
Marcel made a noise of agreement.
Finally he was stretched enough that he could take one of them, and he eagerly threw his leg over Marcel’s hips and straddled his body. He sank on Marcel’s vibrating cock without preamble, groaning at the sensation of being filled. Marcel’s head kicked back against the pillow, his face the picture of sexual agony. Best idea ever.
Behind him, Matthew crowded in close, touching the place where their bodies were connected and added more lube.
“Ready for more?” Matthew rumbled, slowly working open his entrance even further as Marcel writhed under him. Andrew loved when Matthew saw where he was going and took charge.
It took several long minutes before Matthew was satisfied that he was stretched far enough, and only then did he command them both to
be still. With careful movements, he spread Andrew further, and the run kid gasped at the sensation of being so stuffed full.
“You okay?” Matthew asked.
“God, yeah!” Andrew managed to gasp. “So full.”
Matthew chuckled, the sound strained. “Yes. Full of us. You’re going to have to be the one to move, love.”
Oh yeah. I knew that. He moved his hips cautiously, trying to establish a rhythm. His mind short-circuited, his nerves firing all at once at the sensation of hard cocks and vibrations rocking his insides made his eyes cross. He did it again, and his thoughts scattered. He became a creature of sensation, only processing the basest of things as he drove them on toward release.
Marcel babbled incoherently, and it somehow made what they were doing that much more intense. Yes. Yes. God, mine. These were his men, and he couldn’t wait for them to fill him with the sticky proof of their combined desire. His possessiveness reared its head, and he was barely aware that he was telling the both of them never to leave him and that they were his and they better just get used to the idea. Matthew groaned his affirmation as he started moving behind him, seemingly unable to help it as his orgasm approached.
When Marcel reached up and gripped the tip of Andrew’s dick, he lost it, screaming his release to high heaven as his body clamped down on the two pricks moving inside him. Marcel followed him over, and Matthew’s hands tightened on his hips as he jerked and filled him as well. The sensation made him shudder. Yes. Mine. He sagged, spent.
I am apparently a little bit demanding in bed. The wry thought made him smile as his lovers gently pulled from him and took off their vibrating rings.
“I think my balls turned inside out,” Marcel rumbled, putting his arm over his eyes.
“Hmmm, so worth it,” Andrew said.
Matthew rolled out of bed without a word, no doubt to go into the bathroom and get some washcloths to clean up with. Andrew let his eyes slide shut as contentment filled him.
Their lover returned a second later and lovingly cleaned the both of them before depositing the washcloths in the hamper. He snuggled between them and let out a happy sigh. “Thanks. I think I needed that.”
“Anytime,” Andrew said, giggling a little bit at that. They stayed that way for a long time, none of them talking as they basked in the aftermath of their lovemaking.
Matthew ran his hand over Andrew’s stomach, tracing a pattern into his skin and making him shiver. “So, about this job at Deadzone?”
“What about it?” Marcel asked, his voice taking on an alert cadence.
“I think I’m going to take it. You’re right. I need a segue into civilian life, and that’ll be a good way to do it. You guys were right.”
He heard the grin in Marcel’s voice as he spoke. “Good. I’m glad you saw reason. I know it’s selfish, but I’m happy that you’re going to be with us.”
“I want to stay with you,” Matthew admitted. Andrew’s heart soared at the admission. “I think I just wanted to get as far away from the infected as I could, and despite the low-level risk in the run team, it’s still something that provided a hard trigger for it. Plus, it’s like I’m asking for a favor from my uncles.”
Andrew sighed. “You’re nuts. If you applied for the position, even without the connection, they’d hire you in a half a second. Most of the field agents that go directly into the private sector forgo UMF or SCAB tours and don’t have the field experience.” He gave him a squeeze. “And if you don’t want to get a job in the meantime and just oversee the house renovations, I don’t mind. I can more than carry the weight of the finances.”
Matthew shook his head. “I don’t want to do that. I love you, and I appreciate the offer, but you and Marcel have done enough for me. I need to work. I’m going stir crazy in this house. I don’t have checkins and range protocols like Mar or run training like you. I’m not used to inactivity. It’ll be good to get back to work.”
“Then I think this is the best solution until you either decide you like the job or something better comes up,” Marcel said. “So, no more talk about rejoining SCAB for suicide missions?”
“No more talk about re-upping with SCAB,” Matthew agreed. They were finally on track to happiness.
Chapter Eleven
One Month Later “Okay, whoever hits the most headcount from two magazines wins,” Marcel teased as Matthew readied his weapon.
“You’re on.” He was going to beat Marcel. He always did. However, his lover was very laid back about the whole thing despite his competitive jibes. He was determined to beat Matthew one day, and Matthew was silently rooting for him to accomplish it.
They were at the shooting range a block from the condo and were logging time per Deadzone company standards. Matthew was actually enjoying himself. He’d already been recruited to give some emergency medical lectures as part of the field agents’ monthly safety course and found the role of teacher to be just as rewarding as the role of healer. Brook and Jason had been more than accommodating with his employment, and a part of him settled, knowing that he was an equal part in this new life he was trying to create for himself.
“Time mark, two minutes,” Marcel commanded the automated counter. “Log time.” They were required to spend thirty minutes per day at the range, and the computer logged their accuracy and timing before reporting it to company headquarters. They weren’t required to shoot the whole time. Part of their required time was spent assembling, loading, and cleaning weaponry. They also had a twohour field repair course they were scheduled to attend sometime next week.
The computer counted down from five on a red digital counter, and Matthew raised his weapon, eying the target that was located equally from the box he was in as Marcel’s. He tightened his finger on the trigger and eased into the recoil as he fired. The .45 was his favorite by far, and he knew it intimately. Whenever he picked it up, it was like he was embracing an old friend. The inscription on the muzzle said it all. To protect you when I can’t. Love, Dad. He’d given it to Matthew on his birthday, the day he’d signed up for SCAB.
“Time!” Marcel barked as their magazines were emptied and the timer ran out. Matthew depressed the button to bring the target to his station on the little pulley system.
“Analyze precision and timing between rows A and B,” Matthew said into the computer’s speaker.
“Analyzing,” the computer voice answered. “Analysis complete.”
“Declare winner,” Marcel said, swinging around the corner from his station and leaning on the side of the wall.
“Winner from rows A and B, Matthew Ryan Gibson for both speed and accuracy. Achievement rate, ninety-eight percent. Reported to Deadzone.”
Matthew grinned. “Guess lunch is on you, love.”
Marcel let out a string of curses. “How do you do that?”
“It’s all about the firearm you pick. You use your favorite, right?”
“Well, yeah. But I still don’t handle it as well as you do. You’re not human, my man.” Marcel pushed off the wall and stalked forward, crowding Matthew against the shelf of his weapons despite their height difference. Matthew had several inches on him but just the same, Marcel’s aggression had him wanting to yield to the firm male touch of his lover.
The other field agent grinned and cupped Matthew’s growing erection in his fist. “Well, parts of you are human enough.”
Matthew gave him a playful shove, readjusting his cock to hide the half-wood he was sporting. “Save it for the bedroom, Mar. You’re getting as bad as Andrew with the public indecency.” Marcel’s brown eyes darkened with lust at that shared memory. Andrew had given them both a blow job in the back of the theater one night earlier on in the week. No one else had been in the theater, and their Andrew was now on the lookout for all things kinky. God, help us. The thought evoked a grin.
“Told you when we first met that he was something,” Marcel said, leaning in to give him a kiss. Matthew allowed it, squeezing his buttock as their bodies rubbed.
“Hmm, good.” Marcel backed up a step before he turned toward his area. “Andrew is going on a run with another runner in his building, so we’re on our own for lunch today.” They would have to force-feed him afterward. Andrew tended to skip meals when he was tired, and Marcel and Matthew had to practically hold him down to get him to eat.
“Sounds good,” Matthew said. “Pack up your stuff, and we’ll hit the road.”
He disassembled his weapons and packed them all in their place in his bag before he shouldered his duffle and came back out from this station. Marcel met him on the other side, and they handed off their headgear to the attendant as they checked out.
The parking lot was pretty full as they went to find the Deadzoneissued SUV transport. Matthew hit the unlock button, his mind on their lunch and then their return home. It was his night to pick the activity, and he thought a round of mini-golf after dinner would be just what the doctor ordered. Andrew’s anxieties about crowds were getting better now that they were working on it with him, and Matthew was very proud of how far he’d come.
He glanced over at Marcel, smiling at how relaxed he looked. Marcel had been the voice of reason and normalcy in the days since they’d come home. When it came to normal civilian life, Marcel was their rock, always pushing them and holding them in place when they’d needed it. Marcel had promised that they could have his family over from their sector for the holidays even if Matthew’s father still hadn’t checked in. The longer time went on, the more his hope dwindled, but he was still holding out, at least until Christmas.
“You’re thinking about him again,” Marcel said, opening the back of the vehicle so they could put their duffle bags in.
Matthew shrugged. “Actually, I was thinking about your parents coming to visit. It just reminded me.”