by Nora Phoenix
Suddenly long arms wrapped around him from behind, a tall body enveloping him. “Hey, baby,” Josh said. “What are you thinking about?”
“Family,” Indy said, sighing. He leaned back against Josh.
Josh chuckled. “It’s a bunch of kinky fuckers we’ve collected, isn’t it?”
“Much like ourselves,” Indy said.
“Yeah, we’re not much better, are we?”
They stood like that for a bit, watching their ragtag family. “I miss you,” Josh said.
Indy turned his head to look at him. “What do you mean?”
“Since Connor is back, we haven’t slept in the same bed, since he’s not working night shifts anymore. I miss that. I miss waking up with you draped all over me.”
Indy smiled. “I miss that, too.” He turned his back again, happy when Josh pulled him close like he had before. “So, Connor is turning into a bit of an exhibitionist, isn’t he?”
Josh laughed. “You mean what happened in the bathroom this morning?” Indy had walked in on Josh sucking Connor off. Considering they hadn’t locked the door, he was quite sure they’d wanted someone to see them.
“That, and yesterday’s hallway fuck.” Connor had fucked Josh against the wall—one of the most erotic sights Indy had ever seen.
“He won’t admit it, but he does get off on it. He likes to watch others as well. Fuck, he’d spank me for telling you this, but he loves watching you and Noah fuck. Yesterday, he happened to watch from the hallway as Brad went down on Miles in the living room. That’s what initiated the whole hallway fuck. He was so damn hard. It’s hard for him to let go of his inhibitions, I guess, but he’s getting there.”
“Good. He’s got little use for them in this household.”
“No shit. What’s up with those three?” Josh gestured toward Miles and Charlie, where Brad had now hesitantly taken up a spot at Charlie’s feet. The three of them were eating burgers, devouring them, to be more precise. “I’m picking up on some serious sexual tension there.”
“You too? I thought it was just me. I think Miles has got the hots for them both.”
“Charlie definitely has a thing for Brad,” Josh added.
“He does?” Indy asked.
“Fuck, yes. Watch those two interact. The way they kiss each other, that’s you and me, baby.”
Indy smiled, turned around in Josh’s arms. “But we’re not together,” he said, pouting.
Josh held out his hands. “Jump,” he said.
Indy smiled, jumped up and circled his legs around Josh’s waist. Josh’s hands held him tight on his ass. He pressed them together, Josh’s cock undeniably hard. Josh’s mouth came close to Indy’s ear, his breath causing goose bumps. “You know better, Indy. We are together. We always have been. And one of these days, Noah and Connor will see it, too.”
Exhilaration raced down Indy’s spine. Was Josh saying what Indy thought? Did he want him as much as Indy needed him?
“You and I, we’ll make love again, and we’ll let our men watch, because that’s how we roll. You’ll top me again, and we’ll kiss all fucking night long.”
Indy drew in a much needed breath, saw everything he needed to know painted on Josh’s face. “You think Connor will be okay with that?”
“If he gets to watch, hell yeah.”
Indy wasn’t so certain. “I thought he was jealous of me, of Noah, that he didn’t want to share you.”
“He was, but he’s changing. He’s starting to see that my love for you doesn’t take away from my love for him; it only adds to it.”
Indy couldn’t help it, he had to kiss him, had to taste that sweet mouth, feel that hot tongue against his. Josh let him in, kissed him back with equal parts desperation and sheer lust. They got lost in the kiss, their groins rubbing against each other until Indy’s entire world was the want thundering through his veins.
“Hey, you two, you wanna maybe get a room?” Noah called out.
They pulled back at the same time, breathless. Indy turned to look at Noah and found him watching them with love, probably mixed in with lust as well, but no anger. He let his gaze wander further, to Connor. He looked surprised, but not mad either.
“Fuck, you’re right,” he whispered.
Josh waited till he had Indy’s attention again, then slowly and deliberately kissed him one last time—a hot, wet, searing kiss. “Soon.” He lowered Indy to the floor. “I think your man needs a quick fuck. I know mine does, and I’m willing to oblige since you’ve got me so damn hard.” He slapped Indy’s ass playfully. “Off you go.”
Indy shook his head, smiling. What had gotten into Josh? He loved this sexy, confident side of him. Still, letting his ass get slapped like that was beneath his dignity. He spun around, hooked Josh’s legs and took him down on the grass, rolling on top of him and pinning him down securely. Josh looked shocked for a second, then burst out laughing.
“Uncle,” he said.
Indy rolled off him. “You’re no fun,” he said. “Too easy.”
He jumped to his feet. Fuck, he had too much energy, needed to burn some off. He looked at Brad. “You wanna have a go?”
Brad smiled. “Do I look stupid to you? Pick someone your own skill level, like my brother.”
Indy put his hands on his hips, shot Blake a smile. “You wanna play?”
Blake shook his head. “Sorry, but not right now. I’ll kick your ass some other time.”
He pouted, still bursting with energy. And his dick was still so fucking hard. Maybe he should take the man up on his advice. He sauntered over to Noah, who was watching him with an amused smile. Connor had walked off to discuss something with Brad, from the looks of it. The last few yards, Indy ran, then jumped, Noah catching him with ease.
“Hey babe,” Noah said, holding him tight. Indy circled his arms around Noah’s neck, wrapped his legs around his waist like he’d done with Josh minutes before. “Little horny from making out with Josh?
Noah knew him so well. “You could reap the benefits?” Indy said hopefully.
Noah laughed. “I’m second choice, huh?”
Indy sobered. Would Noah really think that?
“I’m teasing you, babe. It’s fine. Connor’s not ready yet.”
What the hell? How could Noah possibly know what he and Josh had been talking about? “Can you read lips or something?” Indy asked.
“No. But I can read you and Josh pretty well. The two of you have been patient, babe. Hold off a little longer. Connor will get there if you give him time.”
Indy saw nothing but love and understanding in Noah’s eyes. “You’re okay with this,” he said slowly.
“Yes. Completely. You love us both, and I get that. Your heart is big enough for us both, and so is Josh’s. You are special, the two of you, and I won’t stand in the way of that.”
“I love you,” Indy breathed against Noah’s lips.
“I know, babe. And I love you, too. Now, let’s go inside so you can use me to release your sexual frustration. It’s a dirty job, but I’m willing to sacrifice myself.”
Noah carried him inside, Indy peppering his face with kisses. His heart was bursting at the seams, and he couldn’t do enough to make Noah feel the depth of his love. They didn’t make it further than the couch, where Noah unceremoniously dumped him.
Indy whipped off his shirt, dragged down his shorts and boxers in one move. He yanked the drawer under the coffee table open, where he found the bottle of lube he needed. Meanwhile, Noah had undressed as well, though he’d left his prosthesis on. Indy squirted some lube out, coated Noah’s cock, smeared the rest on his own hole.
He kneeled on hands and knees, opened his ass wide. “I need you inside me, Noah. Now.”
Noah’s hot, strong body covered his, as his cock lined up. “I love it when you go all bossy on me. You don’t need prep?”
Indy shook his head. “Nah. Go slow.”
There were times when he needed Noah to take his time, but right now, he wanted to fee
l the burn, wanted to be reminded how lucky he was with the men he’d found. Noah’s cock pushed in, breached his outer ring as Indy breathed out, welcoming him. Noah inched in, completely in tune with Indy’s body, as always.
“Fuck, Indy, I’ll never get enough of this. Ever,” Noah whispered, covering Indy completely with his body. “You fit me like a glove.”
He filled Indy completely, bottoming out. Indy breathed away the burn, until there was nothing but fullness. Noah moved slowly, every stroke deep and precise. Indy had wanted a quickie, but what he got was infinitely more. It was Noah’s love song, sending Indy higher and higher until he shattered, spilling his load. Only then did Noah finish with a few deep thrusts, filling him with his seed.
He stayed inside him as they calmed down, kissing his nape, his shoulders. “Even if I were your second choice, Indy, I’d take it any day over not having you at all. You make me complete, baby.”
He moved out of Indy, giving him room to turn around. Indy ended up with his bare ass in his own cum, but he didn’t care. He kissed Noah, sweet and tender. His heart was finally at peace, knowing he could have it all.
11
They had ended up in Miles’ room. After everyone had left, Charlie had wanted to watch TV, but it seemed Indy had had a little…accident on the couch. Yeah, right. They’d fucked on that damn couch, that much was clear. Josh had taken the covers off to wash, so Charlie and Miles had retreated to Miles’ room to watch a movie, and Brad had trailed along, not knowing what else to do.
It had been fun, though, watching Miss Congeniality together. Charlie had kept a running commentary on the hairdo’s, makeup, and dresses, while Miles had chimed in with everything the movie got wrong about the FBI—but in a fun way. Brad had watched and listened, feeling strangely included even though he never spoke a word. He’d been literally between them, as if they hadn’t want to give him an easy way to escape.
Charlie had promptly fallen asleep near the end of the movie, and Brad hadn’t had the heart to wake him so they could relocate. Miles had fallen asleep a while ago as well, his face turned toward Brad. Even Max had settled in in a corner of the room, deeply asleep. So he’d sucked up his own unease, and had tried to will himself to sleep, so far unsuccessfully.
The fact that Charlie felt so comfortable with Miles said a lot. It seemed he really was developing a thing for Miles. Brad couldn’t fault him. Miles was hot, first of all. Insanely hot. Tall, blond, ripped—how the fuck could you not love that? Brad’s insides jumped up every time the guy smiled at him. The dude was smart, too. And fucking stubborn.
He had to be getting uncomfortable by now. That little show Indy and Josh had put up—that had been scorching hot. Even Brad’s cock had stirred. Briefly, but still. If it turned him on, he could only imagine what it had done to Miles.
Hell, Indy and Noah had gone for a quickie, Brad had seen Josh and Connor return with flushed cheeks half an hour later, and even Blake and Aaron had disappeared for a few minutes. Everyone had gotten off, it seemed, except the three of them. Miles had to be bursting to unload.
So Brad would wait. He had the patience. All he had to do was wait till it became unbearable for Miles, and then he’d give in. It felt cruel, if he was honest, but what was the alternative? Giving in to Miles’ ultimatum to share why he was willing to humiliate himself and pleasure him? Yeah, so not happening. It was nobody’s business, but his own.
Charlie knew, but that was only because Brad had gotten drunk that one time when it had all become too much, and he’d spilled the beans. And even then, he hadn’t told him all of it. Sure, Charlie said he loved Brad, and he knew that to be true, but how long would that last if Charlie knew it all? If Charlie knew what a sick fuck Brad was deep down, that love would soon disappear.
If only he’d been healthy, normal, he would have been able to offer Charlie something. He knew the kid had liked him for years, had wanted more than mere friendship. It had been messed up, of course, what with him being with Zack back then, but that was life for ya. It was never as black and white as in the movies.
How could he start something with his best friend, the only one who knew him better than anyone—if still not completely—and yet loved him? He had nothing to offer Charlie but a limp dick and a fucked-up mind. He’d fuck up, inevitably, at some point, and lose him, too. And that was something he couldn’t risk, not when his feelings for Charlie were too damn big already as it was. He wouldn’t survive Charlie rejecting him, too.
Miles stirred, his hand reaching for his cock. The tension on his face was obvious, and he winced as the movement undoubtedly caused him pain. Brad almost reached out to free that beautiful shaft from its confines, suck him in deep. Damn, the man tasted so good.
Miles’ eyes shot open, his face distorting for a second in pain. He seemed to realize where he was, turning his head and met Brad’s gaze head on. His look was deadly, absolutely fucking intimidating. The flippant remark died on Brad’s lips. This was not a man he wanted to fuck with.
“Miles, you’re in pain,” he whispered instead.
“You think I don’t know that? Tell me what I need to hear.”
Brad’s mouth set in a thin line. “No.”
Miles rolled on his side, wincing all over again. “Brad, this is a battle you will not win. Trust me.”
Brad scoffed. “You’ll be the one suffering, not me.”
Miles’ face became surprisingly soft. “That’s where you’re wrong, but you’ll find out soon enough.”
He clumsily moved his left hand inside his pajama bottoms, slowly dragged out his cock. The dam thing was hard as a fucking diamond, of course. Miles fisted the top of his shaft, moaned as he squeezed it.
“I’m so fucking hard,” he whispered, and Brad felt the words reach deep inside him. “I’m at that stage where pain and pleasure go hand in hand, you know? Where every time I touch my dick, I wince in pain, yet at the same time I can’t stop because I need to come so bad.”
With slow, deliberate moves he fisted himself. Brad couldn’t peel his eyes away.
“My balls…They’re so heavy right now, so full. Once I come, they’ll explode. Nothing beats that feeling of release, of tension dissipating, of my cock spewing out cum.”
Brad balled his fists. He wanted that cock in his mouth so badly. Wanted to bring Miles pleasure, to use him, fuck him. Dammit, what the hell was wrong with him?
“Ask me what I’m thinking of right now, when I’m jacking myself off.”
Brad held back, though he wanted to respond more than anything. Sweat pearled own his forehead, his breathing rapid and shallow.
“Ask me, Brad!”
“What are you thinking of?” he gave in. This man was impossible. He fucking knew exactly what buttons to push.
“You. Charlie. The two of you kissing. Fuck, that kiss you shared was so hot. I almost came from watching it.” Miles moaned, a low sound that reached deep inside in Brad’s very core. “Your mouth on his cock, knowing how unbelievably good that feels. Him jerking you off, with those filthy words coming out of his mouth.”
Behind Brad, the bed moved. Charlie moved close against his back, his dick undeniably hard. He brought his mouth close to Brad’s ear, bit his ear lobe. Brad’s skin prickled. “Suck him off, Brad.”
“No.” Even to his own ears, it sounded more like a plea than a statement.
Charlie chuckled, had picked up on it, no doubt. “Suck that gorgeous cock off, babe. You know you want it.”
A sob-like sound tore from his mouth. “I hate this!”
“I know, babe. Stop fighting. It’s okay.”
“It’s not okay. It’s fucking humiliating.”
Charlie kissed his neck. “No, it’s not. It’s who you are, and you’re perfect.”
The dam inside him broke. “I’m a slut, okay? Always have been, even before my surgery. I need to be used, bossed around, humiliated, whatever. Nothing makes me happier than pleasuring others, especially at the expense of myself. Please, Miles,
please let me make you come. I’ll do whatever you want.”
It wasn’t the whole truth, but it would have to be enough for now. If Miles had smiled, looked triumphant even for a second, Brad would have still pleasured him, but he’d hated himself for doing it. But Miles didn’t do anything of the kind. Instead, he got that look in his eyes, that dominant, alpha-as-shit look that made Brad’s insides liquid.
“Your mouth on my cock, now,” Miles said.
Brad scrambled up. “Thank you.”
If Miles thought it was completely fucked-up Brad was thanking him, he didn’t show it. Instead, he shoved his dick in as soon as Brad had opened his mouth and was in position.
Brad gagged, tears forming in his eyes. Fuck, yes. He wanted this, needed it. He sucked, taking Miles in as deep as he could. Before, Miles had been somewhat passive when he’d blown him, content with letting Brad set the pace, and merely holding his head. This time was different. Miles fucked his mouth, hard, unrelenting until tears and drool were streaming down his face.
Brad felt the orgasm coming, Miles going completely tense on him before shooting his load. He swallowed as much as he could, the rest dripping down his chin as Miles kept abusing his mouth, his throat. Brad relaxed, his mind going blank. Finally, peace.
He sucked, breathed when Miles pulled out for a few seconds, sucked again when that cock was shoved down his mouth again. Somewhere he registered Charlie yanking down his boxers, then jacking off behind him, encouraging him, saying the dirty words that affirmed who he really was. A slut. A fucking dirty, filthy boy, born to take cock.
Miles pulled out of his mouth, leaving him whimpering with disappointment. He closed his eyes, was pushed to his back and simply lay there, his eyes closed, desperately sucking in breaths.
When the first stream of cum hit him he jerked, opened his eyes. Miles was on his knees to one side, jacking his cock, Charlie on his other, doing the same. It was Charlie’s load hitting his chest, then his face. Miles erupted seconds later, painting his legs, his arms.