by SE Jakes
The man knew the right things to say, and Styx wasn’t big on lip service. Law chose to believe him, to understand.
Styx was kissing him—half tender, half fierce, and the mix was enough to make Law want to come then and there. The danger that threatened to do them all in was responsible for this, the heightened adrenaline—the need that made their blood boil.
As teens, lovemaking had been fast and hard and all about satiating pulsing hormones. Now, it was more about an urgency that only came from experience, from knowing that this time could be the last.
Both men had been living on the edge for years, Law in Delta Force and Styx in the CIA, and they both understood and believed in living for the moment.
But Law had never forgotten Styx, never stopped hoping he’d come back into his life in some capacity or another. And he had, so Law was going to hold on and not let go.
“Fuck me, Styx. Take me any way you goddamned want me. Please.”
Law had wanted to say those words to Styx’s face for what seemed like forever. Seeing the heat flare in Styx’s eyes, he decided that it had been worth the wait. The man entered him again without waiting. Law wrapped his legs around Styx and let Styx take him, accepted it all, and there was forgiveness there.
“Sorry, baby,” he murmured against Law’s mouth. “So fucking sorry…”
“Me too,” Law said, and then they were moving so fast together, Styx’s head buried in Law’s neck as their pace quickened. Grabbed Styx’s broad shoulders as the man drove into him, his famous control obviously shot to shit.
They’d both been good, and good together in bed—when they were younger. Time, experience had only improved them both, and the combination proved explosive. The two former club rats were both seasoned warriors, knew all the right places to touch to set each other to implode.
Styx had the same long scar down his back—it hadn’t gotten any better with age, and there were a few new ones as well that Law could easily recognize as bullet wounds.
Law had a few himself from his time in combat, knew Styx saw them and that another time, the man would trace them with his tongue and kiss them as if he could make them disappear.
Styx always made him feel as if he’d come home, and tonight was no exception. He buried his face in the man’s shoulder and let Styx’s hands wander his body.
“Don’t stop, Styx. Please…”
And Styx didn’t, not for a long time, until Law had come twice, any hesitation long gone.
In the aftermath, Law lay in Styx’s arms, unwilling and unable to move. His face was buried against Styx’s shoulder, inhaling the smell of the man he’d missed for so long.
Finally, it was right between them, but at some point, Paulo had moved from the bed. Neither man had seen him go.
“Want me to call Paulo in here?” Styx asked and Law nodded, his hands still tight around Styx as if he’d leave again if Law let go. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Making sure.”
He heard Styx call for Paulo, heard the younger man pad in and lie on the bed with them. Styx pulled him in close and the three of them lay there together.
“You all right?” Law asked Paulo when he finally lifted his head.
“Yeah, I’m good. Just wanted to give you your space.”
“You weren’t in the way at all.” The fierceness in Styx’s voice surprised them all. “I’m the third wheel here.”
“I want both of you, dammit,” Law said. “And you want each other. So cut the shit and stop ruining my afterglow.”
That broke the tension for a few minutes, and Styx pulled Paulo even closer. For the first time in a long time, Law thought he might actually have an unbroken sleep.
Chapter Ten
The days passed with an unsurprising quickness now that the three men had something else to take their minds off the inherent danger in addition to the movies and books once they got power back. Before that, when the blizzard didn’t let up for forty-eight hours, leaving them with nothing but candles and a fire, no one complained.
While the power had come back last night, the roads were still impassable, according to Tomcat, and the news left even Styx slightly relaxed.
Law stretched as the closing credits ran on the movie he’d just watched as Paulo slept next to him and Styx read. He wasn’t sure what time it was—sometime after midnight, he supposed, but days and nights were mixing up and blending together because it really didn’t matter here. What did was that they were safe, and he would do anything he could to stop Styx from going back to his father, even if it was for no other reason than to kill the man. Styx’s partner could do that. Law didn’t want his lover anywhere near his past.
“I’m going to shower,” Styx told him, and Law watched him head to the bathroom. He looked at Paulo, who’d been watching also.
They’d gone ten hours without some kind of sex or blow or hand job. Like a fucking record for them. But every time his gaze settled on one of them, the need blew out, out of his control, and the self-restraint he’d been so proud of all these years collapsed under the reality of the two men who wanted him as badly as he wanted them.
Paulo stirred next to him—once the blanket dropped away, Law noted that the man wore only a pair of shorts. “Guess I missed the movie.”
Law ran a hand through the younger man’s hair. “The only reason I got to watch it this time was because you slept.”
Paulo grinned a little at that. Got out of bed and walked into the bathroom where Styx was showering, brushed his teeth while watching Styx through the glass door.
Law knew because he stood in the doorway, watching Styx soaping himself up, giving his dick a few tugs, and Law’s own cock swelled, tenting the sweats he wore.
“Wish that stall was bigger,” Paulo murmured as the men contented themselves with simple voyeurism, Law’s hands wrapping around Paulo’s waist, head resting on his shoulder. “Has he heard from Tomcat?”
“While you slept. Nothing new.” Law wasn’t sure if that was good or bad at this point. The thought of Styx having to leave again made his heart ache.
Would he stay once all of this was over? No promises had been asked or made either way. It was as if all three men purposely avoided the subject, and after Law had talked about his past, they’d steered away from any potentially upsetting topics.
But their uncertain futures had woken Law up in the middle of the night, unable to move with Paulo’s body half on top of him. Styx had been awake too, staring at the ceiling, and they’d eventually drifted back off without talking, but it still bothered him.
Now, Law’s erection probed his Paulo’s back. “Why don’t you lure him to the bedroom? Styx has handcuffs in his bag.”
Law snorted but nodded. He waited for Styx to walk out of the stall, stopped him when he grabbed for a towel, sucked some water off a muscled shoulder and continued a long lick down his arm instead.
“I just got clean,” Styx told him.
“We’ll all get clean again later.” Law tugged him toward the bedroom where Paulo was already waiting with two sets of handcuffs. Styx’s cock was already responding, had never really gone down despite jerking off in the shower.
“I guess I’m going to be in this state all the time,” he muttered.
“Hope you can handle it,” Law told him, and Styx in turn grabbed at him and brought him close for a kiss, ground against him until Law groaned in his mouth. His hands trailed down Law’s back to his ass, a finger rubbing between his cheeks.
“The young one’s getting himself in trouble,” he murmured, and Law looked over his own shoulder to see Paulo pouring tequila shots.
“The lemons aren’t going to last for much longer,” Paulo pointed out, and Styx looked between him and the window, where the snow was blizzarding by, before he downed three in a row and then kissed Law again.
Tequila, lemon, salt and man—oh yeah. Law pushed a little so he and Styx went down on the bed, and then he urged Styx to sit up against the headboard.
Age had done nothing but been kind to him. The hint of roughness that had been there in his youth was in-your-face, rugged and it turned Law the hell on.
Paulo too, since the younger man was already between Styx’s legs, mouth around Styx’s cock, and the big man groaned with a rumble in his chest, deep satisfaction. Law ran his hands over Styx’s chest, sucked his nipples until he was practically vibrating underneath them.
When he felt Paulo move away, Styx lifted his head.
“Come on, someone take a ride,” Styx urged, his grin easy thanks to the shots. He was always relaxed during sex but this was different.
Paulo got on first, and Law watched Styx’s cock disappear up his ass and then watched the men together. Paulo was holding Styx and even though Styx was cuffed he was completely, utterly in control. That’s who Styx was, what he liked. Bottoming wasn’t in his repertoire—he didn’t need to give it up the way Law had. And Law was grateful that Styx could be the constant in all of this, although Law knew that if he needed to take Styx, the man would relent.
It would take some coaxing though, and Law wasn’t ready for that yet. There were still other hurdles, and for now he just wanted to wallow in the pleasure and forget all the other shit still out there.
He watched the younger man’s ass clamp around Styx’s cock, his arms wrapped around Styx’s shoulders, and Paulo shuddered through his climax. Law tried his best not to come immediately.
Paulo pulled back and kissed Styx, breathing soft moans into his mouth, and Styx kissed him back. When he eased off, Styx surprised him—but not Law—by unlocking the cuffs and coming at Law.
Styx turned him over, put his mouth to his ass and began to fuck it with his tongue as Law begged for mercy. He’d get none, even when he grabbed for the sheets in a frenzy as the sensations grew nearly too much to bear. And then he was calling out Styx’s name and some other choice words, even as Styx held his hips fast and ate his ass.
And then there were two tongues—Styx and Paulo working together, licking and laving and driving their tongues inside, one of them licking and sucking his balls…a hand around his cock, stroking firmly and he was going to come, shoot all over himself and the bed. No way around it.
“Not done with you,” Styx murmured against his ear, and he just groaned in response, let Styx enter him and ride him hard. He had a fistful of Law’s hair in his hand to jerk his head back, exposing the grimace of pain mixed with pleasure he wore…the sounds coming out of his mouth were almost inhuman. Styx held his cock so Law couldn’t come until Styx allowed him to, and putting all his pleasure at Styx’s disposal made everything even more intense.
He gasped as Styx bumped his prostate hard, held his cock pressed there, and then he released Law’s cock. His climax spiraled out of control, made him half collapse. He reached for Paulo’s hand even as Styx continued to pound him, Law’s ass contracting around his cock as he pulled Styx to an orgasm with him. And he knew he never wanted these men to be done with him.
Paulo tried to picture Law and Styx as younger boys—imagined them together in the kind of frenzy that only youth could bring to sex.
When they finally collapsed and caught their breath, Paulo told them, “I can’t imagine the type of heat you two generated when you were younger,” because it was still off the charts.
“I think he’s calling us old men again,” Law said, and Styx gave a slow smile.
“I think he’s due for that spanking.”
Paulo tried to breathe normally, because Styx was for sure not kidding, but Law let him off the hook a little. “We fucked like rabbits when we first met,” he admitted, and Styx laughed.
“Yeah, you couldn’t get enough of me once I broke you in.”
“Don’t flatter yourself. I wasn’t a virgin,” Law told him.
Styx’s face clouded for a brief second, until Law continued, “Dude, I don’t care what your memory says—you were not a virgin at all.”
That made Styx smile. “I suppose not. It was like riding a bike.”
“Or being ridden.” Law smirked. “My first times were crazy. In those days, it was all about club hopping and fucking as much as you could, good or bad. As long as you got off, it was all good. When I got older, my tastes got more discriminatory.”
Paulo snorted and Law shook his head slowly. “You’re in so much trouble, young one, you have no idea.”
But he did.
“What about you?” Styx asked Paulo.
“Ah, typical teenage shit.”
Law furrowed his brow a little. “Was it bad?”
“It was, ah…different.” Paulo squirmed as both men looked at him, and he was trying hard to keep this secret. He wouldn’t succeed. “I’m not going to be able to have any secrets around either of you, am I?”
“You don’t let us have any,” Law said mildly, but he was smiling as he spoke. “Spill.”
“My first time was with a teacher,” Paulo said, and both men simply stared at him. “I didn’t know he was my teacher at the time—a sub, actually. I was sixteen and I’d snuck into a club near my house. Up until that point, I’d just messed around—guys and girls, too—but that night I was pretty determined to finally get laid.”
“This oughta be good.” Styx settled back for the story.
Paulo could still blush thinking about how green he’d been. How, looking back, he was sure the bouncer let him in despite his crappy fake ID, probably because Paulo had been young and blond and tight. “I downed a few shots because I was so goddamned nervous. And then this guy came over and asked me to dance. He saved me from some…” he looked between Styx and Law, “…older guys.”
“So much trouble,” Law muttered, and Paulo ignored that.
“He was hot, too. We danced and after about half an hour, we ended up in the back room.”
“Your first time was in a club’s back room, with everyone watching?” Law asked.
Paulo nodded. There’d been something so forbidden about the whole thing that he’d had no problem getting fucked in front of other people. “The guy was decent enough—I didn’t have much to judge him on for a while.”
It had hurt like hell, more than he’d thought, but finally the pain had turned to something close enough to pleasure—and he’d come.
Of course, that wasn’t too hard for a fifteen-year-old boy.
“So no one ever offered to spank you?” Styx asked.
“They did.” Why he was admitting that was beyond him, but Law and Styx immediately perked up. There was no turning back from the story now. “I was nineteen. He was a Dom.”
He’d been involved in the club scene from his first time on, always selective, always careful because of who his family was. He couldn’t afford to be caught in a raid, because he was at the academy and he wanted a career in law enforcement.
“He was…” Paulo almost said older, but the two men in front of him would probably take him over their knees immediately if he made another smart comment about their age. Neither man was particularly vain, but passing thirty for a gay man was always a bit of a touchy subject…and neither Law nor Styx was immune to it. “Experienced.”
Styx snorted and Law muttered, “Nice save.”
“Anyway…he and I had hooked up a few times.”
“Like, Dom/sub hooked up?” Law asked.
“No. Not really. Just fucking around.” Literally. But the man—Dave—had always asked, would tell him he would take him over his knee and spank his ass red in front of the crowd. “That was his thing. The spanking.”
“And you never took him up on it?” Styx asked.
“No.” Dave had told him he could keep it private. Even had Paulo to his apartment, but in the end, Paulo wouldn�
�t let him. “I just…couldn’t.”
“He’s not ready.” Styx spoke to Law, although he never took his eyes off Paulo. “He will be, though.”
“Jesus.” Paulo ran a hand through his hair and wondered how the hell he could be that embarrassed and that turned on at the same time. He recalled watching a lot of the scenes play out at Crave with interest, had jerked off thinking about a few of them but knew he could never be that on display.
“Hey, you were the one at Crave,” Law pointed out.
“Yeah, looking for you.”
“You sure found him,” Styx said with a grin. “I’m starving. You guys hungry?”
Both men nodded and Styx slipped on a pair of jeans and went to the kitchen.
“Handy that he cooks,” Paulo said, mainly because he couldn’t.
“He’s good to have around.” Law meant it sincerely, the warmth apparent in his eyes when he looked after the man. It was still there when he looked back at Paulo, and Paulo knew it was reserved for him, too.
Fuck, this was the craziest situation ever. “Have you guys…done this before? The threesome thing?”
“Yeah, we have.”
“With Damon?”
“Damon wasn’t ever a part of it—wasn’t even a thought. He was more into the D/s scene, even then. But Styx and I…we liked bringing a third person in, and it would be good for the night but no one ever really fit for longer than that. After Styx left, I had a few threesomes, but it was never the same. And in a weird way, it kind of solidified the fact that Styx and I belonged together.”
Paulo wondered if that’s what he was—a stranger they didn’t want coming between them—and then he refused to believe that.
“That’s not what you are,” Law continued, and Paulo really wished the man would stop reading his mind. “We were young when we were doing that.”
“But you liked it.”
“We did. It was hot.” Law paused. “I never thought it would be any kind of permanent situation. Then again, I never knew things would turn out the way they did in my life. If you’d told me I’d be going into the military when I was seventeen, even eighteen, I would’ve laughed in your face.”