by Nora Phoenix
“Fuck him,” Charlie said. Brad turned his head to face him. What did he mean? “He hasn’t had enough yet, Miles. Fuck him.”
Charlie leaned in carefully to kiss Brad deeply. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you surrender. Let go, babe. We’ve got you.”
When he ended the kiss, Miles was still looking at them as if they were speaking Chinese. “Which part of ‘fuck him’ was unclear to you? Lube your cock with the cum on his body and fuck him. He needs it.”
Brad giggled. When Charlie got all bossy, he was so fucking adorable, so perfect. His hand shot out, dragged Charlie’s head toward him, still careful not to hurt him. He wanted that mouth, wanted more of it. Charlie met his tongue, stroke for delicious stroke, hot and hungry.
“You think that’s funny?”
Brad vaguely registered Miles’ words, the agent’s hands on his body. Hands swiping the cum on his stomach, his legs, while Charlie was devouring his mouth. Fuck, the kid could kiss. Then wet fingers found his hole, demanding entry. He let them in, two at once, spreading a furious burn through his ass.
His legs were bent double, rough hands yanking him in position. He lost Charlie’s mouth, whined as a result. “Charlie…”
He didn’t get the chance to say more, Charlie’s tongue invading his mouth again at the same time Miles’ cock spread his hole wide open. He bore down, let him in. Charlie tasted so sweet…Miles’ cock burned so good.
Then Charlie’s mouth disappeared, and Miles kissed him. The man kissed the same way he fucked, with absolute dominance. He simply took over Brad’s mouth, made him surrender in every way possible. His tongue swept Brad’s mouth, exploring, tasting, while his cock steadily filled him. Brad was bent in two, taking Miles cock and tongue at the same time, and hot damn, he loved it.
He searched with his hand. Where had Charlie gone?
“I’m right here, babe,” Charlie said. His fingers touched Brad’s, then took his hand, wrapped it around a cock. Charlie’s cock. “Jack me off, babe,” Charlie commanded, his voice hoarse.
Miles fucked him so good, ramming inside him with powerful thrusts. His ass was on fire, still accommodating Miles’ size, but it felt fucking perfect. Brad curled his hand tight around Charlie’s cock, swiped the precum on top around to make it slick. Miles inside him, his hand now fisting Charlie’s cock, Brad was in heaven. He let go of everything and anything else.
“You love this, dontcha?” Charlie whispered. “Your ass full of cock, your mouth still tasting Miles’ cum, your body covered with our loads, and we ain’t done yet.” His words pierced through the fog in Brad’s brain, demolishing the belief he couldn’t get hard. His cock filled, swelled with sweet discomfort.
Miles tore his mouth away. “Charlie was spot on. Your ass was made for cock. And I’m still holding back because of my injuries. When I’m all better, I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t walk anymore. You want that, Brad?”
“Yes.” The word was barely audible, yet it felt massive to him. His hand fisted Charlie harder, faster.
“Or I’ll fuck your ass while Charlie fucks your mouth…We’ll fill both your holes with cum. And then we’ll switch and do it all over again. Would you like that, Brad?”
“Yes.” Louder, this time, the word coming out more easily.
Miles slammed into him, hit his prostate head on and Brad moaned. “Look at him,” Miles muttered. “He’s in fucking heaven.”
“I know, right? Such a perfect little slut for us. You like having two men to please, dontcha, babe?”
A sob escaped from Brad’s lips. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”
“You know what we should do, Miles, when you’re fully recovered? Double team him. His hole would love two dicks at the same time, right, babe?”
He’d never even dared to allow the thought in, but now that Charlie mentioned it, it was all he could think about. The image filled him, demanded to be seen, accepted. “Please,” he whispered. “Oh, fuck, please.”
Miles groaned, low and sexy. Brad was on the fucking edge, almost there. Then he opened his eyes as he heard a sound, watched as Miles and Charlie kissed—sweet, and so fucking dirty. Miles sped up, firing off a series of rapid thrusts until he blew his load inside him. Brad’s hand tensed around Charlie, making him come, too.
Tears pooled in his eyes, as his own release stayed just outside of reach. He wanted it so badly. Why the fuck wouldn’t his body cooperate?
“Fuck, that was good,” Miles said, pulling out roughly and turning on his side. “How ‘bout you Charlie?”
“Damn fine hand job,” Charlie commented, rolling out of reach of Brad as well.
He was left alone, his breath panting, his ass leaking cum, his skin itching where the previous loads had dried and crusted, his cock rock hard, and so fucking miserable after the peak of bliss he’d been in. Tears streamed down his face.
“Do you want to come, babe?” Charlie asked.
Brad hmm’d to affirm.
“Use words. Tell Miles.”
The last bit of resistance inside him crumbled. He scrambled to his knees, every thought of dignity gone. “Please, Miles, I need to come.”
A look passed over his head between Miles and Charlie. “I could use a fourth orgasm. Rim me, Brad, then fuck me with your fingers to make me come. If you do, we’ll let you come, too.”
Brad was on him before he’d even said the last words. He pushed back Miles’ legs, opened his ass. He buried his face in his balls, breathed in deeply. Fuck, he smelled so good. He took the left nut in his mouth, less full now that Miles had come already, sucked it gently. Miles responded with soft hums of pleasure that made Brad ridiculously happy. The right testicle got the same treatment, and Brad all but licked his lips. He swirled around Miles’ balls with his tongue, then nibbled his way back.
He lapped at his crack, one big, wet lick from bottom to top, shivered with delight. The other way around was equally good. He teased Miles’ puckered hole with his tongue, smiling when Miles’ body jerked in response. The guy was so responsive, reacting to every little thing Brad did. Every lick was delicious, the sweaty, musky taste ambrosia to him.
“Stop teasing him, babe. Fuck him with your tongue,” Charlie said.
Why was it that he could not resist Charlie’s commands? It was ridiculous, because the guy was eight years younger, at least three inches shorter, and built like a fucking elf—and yet he had the power to make Brad obey. It was mind-blowing, really. Good thing Charlie had never abused it, would never either.
He dug in, fucked Miles’ hole with his tongue, rimming him and eating him out until he was thrashing on the bed, his body preparing for yet another orgasm. There was something to be said for his sexual stamina, because by fuck, Brad got his fill with him. He dribbled saliva down the man’s hole, ruthlessly shoved a finger in and curled it, going straight for his prostate. Miles bucked, swore loudly in colorful terms.
“Oh, he likes that, babe,” Charlie said, delighted. “Do that again.”
He did, with pleasure. Miles made another obscene sound, indicative of how far he was gone. Brad was about to take pity on him and jack him off, when Charlie beat him to it. Brad watched in fascination as Charlie’s small hand curled around Miles’ cock and started fisting him. It only took three, four jacks and Miles’ body froze, his cock pumping out cum that looked like it had to come from his very toes.
“Fucking hell,” Miles sighed, panting. “The two of you are gonna kill me.”
Brad giggled, strangely proud of what he’d done. He was a fucking mess, dried cum everywhere, and the sheets hadn’t fared much better. But holy crap, what a ride it had been. He couldn’t believe they’d had a threesome. He looked at Charlie, who was watching him with love. “Did you mean it?”
In credit to Charlie, he knew immediately what Brad was referring to. “If Miles wants to, hell, yes.”
Brad turned to face Miles, scared of what he’d see on his face. Surely this had been a heat of the moment thing. There was no way a federal agen
t would actually be game for a three-way, right?
He found Miles studying him with a pensive look, before his eyes shifted to Charlie. “We’ll need to talk first, because if we do this—and if I didn’t come four times in the last hour, I would be fucking hard merely thinking about it—we’ll need some ground rules. I don’t want you to get hurt, Brad.”
Brad sat up, shrugged. “It won’t hurt me. I like my ass full. Have never tried DP before, but I’m pretty sure I’ll love it.”
“Honey,” Miles said, the first time he’d ever called Brad that. “It’s not physical hurt I’m worried about. Your ass was made to be fucked. But you’re more fragile than you think.”
Brad raised his eyebrows. “Me? You mean Charlie, no offense, babe.” Charlie shrugged, didn’t take offense apparently.
Miles shook his head. “It’s not Charlie I’m worried about. He’s strong as fuck, especially mentally. No, honey, it’s you that has me worried.”
“Why?” Nobody was ever concerned about him. Well, Blake maybe, but even he had never voiced it this explicitly.
“Because we promised you we’d make you come if you brought me a fourth orgasm. You have, yet you haven’t even mentioned it. You have erectile dysfunction, and I understand that’s complicated for you. You did come with Charlie, however, but only after he talked to you in a very explicit and specific way. That tells me that deep down, you don’t think you deserve pleasure, and that worries me. I have no qualms about bossing you around, using you, or humiliating you sexually, if that’s what gets you off. All fine by me, not to say I love that shit. But I will not, you hear me, I will not affirm your negative thoughts about yourself. If your craving to be a cum slut, or whatever the fuck you want to call it, is fueled by a sexual or psychological inferiority complex, I’m not okay with it. You deserve pleasure, as much as Charlie, or me, or anyone else.”
Every word hit him like a jackhammer. How the fuck had Miles managed to see him, all of him, the real him? Nobody ever had, not even Charlie. “What are you, a fucking shrink?” he said.
“Knock off the sarcasm, Brad. Won’t do you any good. If you want this to work, you have to let us see the real you.”
12
Charlie held his breath, waiting for Brad to respond. Miles’ words had been flaming swords of truth, cutting deep. They’d made Charlie ashamed that he’d never spoken them. He’d wondered, at times, where Brad’s sexual hang ups originated in, but he’d never dug deeper than Brad had allowed. Which was quite shallow, to be honest. He’d been scared to lose his friendship, because damn it, Brad could be brutal when he was backed into a corner.
“You wanna be all kumbaya and share? How about you tell us why your boyfriend broke up with you?” Brad fired back at Miles. Yup, there was the grenade Charlie had expected Brad to launch.
Miles’ flinched, then straightened his shoulders. “Fair enough, though your tone could use improvement. Casey was a lawyer, we met through my job. We started dating, fell in love—or what I assumed was love, moved in together. At first, he loved that I was always in the mood for sex. The sex was great, plentiful, and I thought we were happy. That didn’t last long, and he started complaining about my sex drive. He felt I was pressuring him constantly to have sex, which made me feel very guilty, then told me my issue was either fake or psychological. I started doubting myself, debated taking the hormones after all. It took me a year to find out he was fucking dozens of other guys behind my back. When I confronted him, he told me he knew I had cheated, too. There was no way I hadn’t, not when all I wanted to do was fuck…He never believed me when I assured him I had never done anything else but jack myself off as long as we were together. He left, and moved in a week later with a guy he’d apparently fucked a few times before. In hindsight, I can see that there were a great many things wrong with our relationship, and that I fucked up, too, but that’s another story. That enough detail for ya?”
Like Charlie, Brad was subdued. This was not the story Charlie had expected to hear, and he figured it was the same for Brad.
“I’m sorry,” Brad said. Did Miles recognize the sincerity in his tone? “That was a shitty thing to do to a man who holds integrity in such high regards.”
Miles’ eyebrows rose. “What?” Brad said defensively. “You think you’re the only one who can read a person?”
“Oh, Brad, you sarcastic little shit. Why do you react so fiercely? It wasn’t criticism. I was pleasantly surprised by your faith in my character.”
Brad mumbled something.
“To my face, Brad. Say it to my face.”
Fuck, Miles was unrelenting.
“It’s self-defense,” Brad said, louder this time.
“I know it is, honey, but I’m telling you there’s no need for it. I won’t hurt you.”
“Sure, you will.” This time, Brad’s voice rung out crystal clear.
Miles’ face was all compassion. “Tell me, honey, why have you never started a relationship with Charlie?”
“With Charlie? But we are friends, best friends.”
“You know he wants more, and I’m pretty sure you want it, too.”
Charlie froze. Was Miles right? He’d always thought his attraction was one-sided. Sure, Brad liked him, that much was clear. There was sexual tension, but Brad had always held him at a distance, at least in that regard.
Brad was quiet for a long time. “I’ve got nothing to offer him,” he finally said. The emotion in his voice brought tears to Charlie’s eyes.
“Nothing?” Miles asked.
“I got a steady job, but that’s it. Emotionally, I’m fucked-up. I don’t wanna expose him to that. He deserves better, and God knows what could happen.”
“What do you fear would happen?”
Brad’s shoulders sagged and he dragged a limp hand through his black hair. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. “I wanna take a shower,” he finally offered.
“Okay,” Miles said easily. “Let’s shower. The damn thing is big enough for the three of us.”
Charlie bit back a smile. That could not have been what Brad had in mind. Indeed, his head jerked up. “You want us to shower together?”
“After what we shared before, a shower should be easy, right?”
Brad turned to make eye contact with Charlie, who made sure he sported an innocent look. “Fine with me,” he said. “I’m sticky all over.”
Brad grumbled as they all climbed off the bed, but he didn’t protest. Miles and Charlie started the shower, while Brad hunted up towels and wash cloths. By the time Brad joined them, the water was perfectly hot, and Charlie let out a happy sigh. “Fuck, this feels good.”
He caught the wash cloth Brad threw at him. Behind him, Miles gestured and Charlie understood. “Sit down on the bench,” he told Brad.
Brad looked confused. “Why?”
“Trust me, babe,” Charlie said.
Brad lowered himself on the bench, looking from Charlie to Miles and back, as if he knew they were up to something. Miles smiled at him. “Trusting doesn’t come easy for you, does it?”
Brad sighed. “It really doesn’t.”
Charlie reached for the shampoo, squeezed some out. “Close your eyes,” he said.
Brad blinked once, twice, then did as Charlie asked. Charlie brought his hands to Brad’s hair, started shampooing the dark locks, always a tad too long. Seconds later, Miles’ hands joined him, and together they washed Brad’s hair inch by inch, softly massaging his scalp. Every now and then a soft moan would float from Brad’s lips.
Miles had been spot on. Brad was always focused on taking care of everyone else, including Charlie. He’d become used to it, to the point where he’d completely missed the underlying beliefs Brad harbored about himself. When had Brad started believing he wasn’t good enough? When he’d said he had nothing to offer, man, that had hit Charlie hard. How could Brad possibly think that? Yet he’d been speaking what he believed was true.
Together, they rinsed out his hair, again massag
ing and finger combing his hair until every last fleck of foam was gone. Charlie knew what was next. He took the wash cloth, soaped it up. “Stand up,” he ordered Brad.
He kept his eyes closed, but dutifully rose. Charlie sat down, figuring Miles could do the top while he did the bottom. They washed Brad’s body thoroughly, soaping every inch of skin. Brad’s eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. This was hard for him, being taken care of. How the hell had Charlie missed that all these years? He’d taken and taken, never once realized how little Brad took back.
They were a study in contrasts, Charlie mused. Miles was so tall and blond, the ripped alpha of their threesome. Brad was his opposite, with his dark hair and brown eyes, his lean body. He had a long-distance runner’s build, not an ounce of fat on his frame. And then there was Charlie himself, the quintessential twink with his small, slender frame. His dark hair was more similar to Brad’s, but his fair skin color stood out, and his blue eyes were more like Miles’.
He washed Brad’s ass, taking his time to clean his crack and hole. It was strange, yet so familiar to touch him like this. He’d saved the man’s cock for last, not sure how he should proceed there. If he should. Brad had always been extremely sensitive about men seeing him, even Charlie. As if losing a testicle had made him less attractive, less of a man. You couldn’t even notice it, not unless you knew and were pretty damn close to him.
When he gingerly touched his remaining nut, Brad’s eyes flew open. “Charlie,” he warned.
“You’re beautiful,” Charlie said, not letting himself be deterred this time. “Miles was right. I do want you, always have.”
“You deserve more,” Brad said.
Miles had been right. How had Charlie not seen this? “More than what, babe? More than you? A kind, loving man who’s never treated me with anything less than respect, who’s always been there for me? Brad, you’ve been my rock since day one, when you busted those guys for stuffing me in that trash can. You have taken care of me as much as I’ve allowed you. What more could I possibly deserve?”