“It’s getting really cold, let’s go,” Boar said and when he led the way, Six ran after him with a happy bark, pulling on the leash.
Clover hugged Boar tightly despite it being awkward to walk that way. “I didn’t mean anything bad by it.”
“It’s not that. That name still brings back bad memories. I know I was the one to start talking about the constellation, but it just kinda hit me now.”
Clover’s chest sank, and he leaned closer as the puppy played at their feet. “It’s okay, babe. I get it. Some memories… they stay with us no matter how much we’d love to bleach them out.”
Boar pulled him closer and kissed the top of Clover’s head through the woolen hat. No words were needed for Clover to feel the depth of Boar’s support.
They walked back home in the strange darkness made so bright by the stars and moonlight. In the distance, the log cabin-style house made a pretty picture among the falling snow. Its bright, warm light contrasted with the cold aura, whispering to Clover of hot buttered rum and a soft fur rug by the fire.
Six skittered away into his covered bed as soon as they entered. Clover was freezing, but it was still preferable to having to put on layers upon layers of sunscreen every day, had they gone South instead of North.
“It’s so nice in here!” Clover exclaimed as soon as the pleasant warmth of the house hugged him in invitation.
The cabin they lived in was nothing as big and luxurious as Tank’s Oregon house had been, but its wooden walls were cozy and much, to Drake’s eye rolling, Clover and Boar had accessorized the living room with several plaid blankets, furry pillows and even a gigantic painting of a moose they’d gotten at Goodwill. Clover couldn’t wait to spend Christmas here.
Unlike the cabin in Wyoming, this one had an upstairs level, which Clover had reserved for him, Tank, and Drake. Pyro had to reluctantly agree to this arrangement, since he was still recovering from his leg injury, so climbing stairs wasn’t something he could do with ease. Clover loved nothing more than falling asleep while looking at the stars through the skylight, but sometimes he still spent the night squished between Boar and Pyro downstairs.
“It’s not nice! It’s cold!” Pyro complained from the living room. “Have you brought more firewood? Tank won’t let me use the supply from the shed since, you know, winter is coming.”
Clover snorted, pulling off his boots and eager to warm his feet by the fire. “Boar’s got it. Even Six brought a stick with him.” He walked into the living room to find Pyro in his favorite recliner, right under a deer trophy head—Pyro’s own addition to the decor.
Pyro’s hair wasn’t even an inch long yet, but he’d still shaved it into a Mohawk shape and colored it green. “You were gone so long. No one wants to make me a drink.”
“Jesus Christ! I’m skinning a rabbit here!” Drake yelled from the kitchen. “I don’t have time to make you drinks!”
Pyro raised his eyebrows. “See?”
Tank sat on their massive sofa in a grey woolen sweater. It was one he particularly liked because it was large enough to accommodate his immobilized arm. Clover could swear Tank was dangerously close to smashing the cast against the kitchen counter out of sheer frustration, even though only two weeks were left until its scheduled removal.
“You’re limping. You can limp to the kitchen and make your own damn drink,” Tank said and shook his head.
Boar smiled at Pyro and kissed his head in passing. “What do you want?”
“Wow me. And, Clover…? How about you give me a hand with more pressing matters?”
For a moment, Clover just stared when Pyro cupped his crotch. “Seriously?” He burst out laughing. “I mean, Tank really needs my hand, but you can handle it on your own.”
Pyro groaned and reached for Clover’s fingers. “No he doesn’t. His right hand is fine.”
Clover shook his head. If Pyro was up for it, so was he, but he’d make him wait. He walked up to Tank and gave his Daddy a long kiss to tease Pyro.
“Can I get you anything?” Clover asked, and stroked the cast. It was an everyday reminder of what they’d been through, and just how much they’d all risked for each other. The kind of trust and love that forged could never be broken
Tank kissed Clover’s knuckles, his expression softening somewhat. “Just your lovely self.”
Clover’s insides melted, and he ran his fingers against Tank’s stubbly cheek. “Aww, Daddy, so romantic.”
Pyro snorted. “Won’t be so romantic when he has you deep throating.”
“Will be.” Clover stuck out his tongue and left for the kitchen before Pyro could pull him into more banter.
Drake didn’t even spare Clover a glance, too focused on the instructions Boar was giving him on the right way to skin a rabbit and prepare it for cooking. Drake took everything seriously and had this inner need to excel, so when Boar had started teaching the two of them the basics of hunting, Drake became obsessed with getting things right. All of Boar’s advice about the biggest part of hunting being the pleasure of being in nature went over Drake’s head. He wanted to win.
The serious expression on Drake’s face suited him, and Clover found him surprisingly sexy in Boar’s Clover eats first apron. He embraced him from behind and inhaled the peppery scent of his cologne. He must have showered not long ago, because his hair was loose and a bit damp.
Clover grazed Drake’s shoulder with his teeth. “You smell so fresh I could eat you.”
Drake didn’t even turn around. “Well, sorry, you’ll be eating rabbit.”
Boar laughed. “We’re not snowed in. We don’t have to eat each other just yet.” He was mixing a drink on the counter, and added a generous splash of vodka to finish the thing off. Pyro had to be doing better overall if he was allowed that much. Boar had always watched Pyro’s drinking habits, but it was drugs that were the biggest temptation.
“Boar! Where is that wood?” Pyro yelled from the living room.
Boar gave them the look. “Sorry, the king awaits. You know what you’re doing now?”
Drake nodded with brows drawn tightly together. He hated getting things wrong, so Clover didn’t disturb him and watched Drake season the meat, just enjoying the sight of his man cooking.
Drake was such a hottie. Long black hair, dark eyes with long lashes, and since he’d lost his tan, he now sported the pallor of a marble sculpture. The difference in skin tone only made watching him with Tank more arousing.
Drake glanced at him. “What are you grinning about?”
“Oh. I was? Just thinking.”
“Share.”
Clover shrugged. “You know me. Mind in the gutter. I was thinking back to watching you and Tank kiss in the morning. You got this cute flush.”
Drake frowned, but Clover knew there was no actual anger in the air. “I’m never cute.”
“I bet Tank thinks you’re cute.”
Drake threw a kitchen towel at Clover. “You know when Tank was cute? When I found him eating peanut butter out of the jar last night. He got flustered as if he’d been caught jerking off into it.”
Clover snorted. “It’s the arm. He can’t do as much as he’s used to, so he’s worried he’s gonna get fat.”
Drake shook his head. “Idiot. So what? If he gets fat, he gets fat.” A smile tugged at his lips. “I wonder how he’d look like with a bit of chub.”
Clover nudged Drake with his toe. “It’s nice to see the two of you so comfortable with each other.”
Drake washed his hands and put the rabbit into the oven for roasting. “You just say that ‘cause you’re a little perv.”
Clover shook his head. “Not true!” He pulled on Drake’s hand. “I’m a big perv who loves being hugged from both sides when he sleeps.”
Drake took off the apron, revealing the fitted black sweater that so beautifully showcased his broad shoulders and narrow waist. An array of emotion passed through his features within the blink of an eye. “It is nice to not tiptoe around touching each oth
er anymore. Thank you for… encouraging me to talk to him, Clo.”
Warmth bubbled up in Clover as if he were a freshly opened can full of pride and joy. Drake had needed this. Clover hadn’t realized it before the night when Drake opened up to Tank, but the tension between the two of them subsided, replaced with an everyday tenderness that didn’t have to hinge on Clover being there. It was as if an unspoken undercurrent of emotion had been finally allowed to run free, and they were all happier for it.
Clover arched for a deep kiss he’d been waiting for, but then pulled on Drake’s hand, leading him back to the living room.
“Drake thinks you’re cute,” he told Tank with a grin, prepared for the loud slap to his ass.
“Sorry, Clover doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut,” Drake said in a stern voice.
Tank cocked his head and gestured to his lap. Clover would be paying for his bratty comments with his ass. “Come here, boy. Have you been gossiping about me?”
Clover bit his lip, flushed at the prospect of spanking already. “Never.”
Drake rolled his eyes. “He’s lying.”
“Am not!”
“Okay, another five for lying,” Tank said, but Clover wouldn’t fight him.
He’d been too focused on his Daddy at first, but when he opened his pants and glanced toward his two other lovers, Boar’s hand in Pyro’s sweatpants was impossible to miss. “Are you jerking him off right now?” He wasn’t shocked, but definitely taken by surprise.
Pyro grinned, showing off his big teeth. “He was, but now I’ll be getting a show on top of it.”
Boar’s face, red despite this hardly being an unusual occurrence in their house, hid in the crook of Pyro’s neck. “You all know I can’t say no to him,” he said, working his hand up and down Pyro’s length under the fabric.
Clover didn’t get to ask another question, because as soon as his jeans had pooled at his ankles, Tank hauled him across his lap just as efficiently as if he were using both arms. The first strike had Clover curling his toes as he watched Pyro lower his pants to expose himself. Choosing what to focus on was becoming increasingly hard when his growing cock rubbed Tank’s thigh.
“Why are you lying that Drake called me ‘cute’?” Tank asked as the force of the slap spread over Clover’s buttocks and down his thighs.
“Did not,” protested Clover but wouldn’t look away from Pyro gently kissing Boar’s neck.
Drake walked to the other side of the sofa so that Clover could see his smirk. “Oh you did. Only causing discord. I would never say something like that. Why would I?”
Tank massaged Clover’s bare buttocks for a while before delivering two slaps, one to each half. Clover clenched his ass, torn between excitement and embarrassment.
“If I was the one gossiping, how do I know that Drake caught you eating peanut butter out of the jar, huh?”
Tank glanced at Drake, but he delivered the next slap to one of Clover’s thighs either way. “How does he know, Drake? I wish I could spank you for it, but since I can’t, I guess our boy will take your punishment.”
Clover frowned. “Wait. What? How is that fair?”
But Tank’s hand knew no mercy and fell on his butt time and time again. Between slaps, Tank kneaded Clover’s ass in a way that left no doubt about what he wanted to do with Clover later.
“See what you did?” Tank asked Drake. “It’s your fault his ass is so red now.”
“Is it now?” Drake asked, pushing his hand into Clover’s hair. “Maybe I should make it up to him?” he whispered as Clover uttered sharp, desperate noises each time Tank’s hand descended, making those glorious yet scary noises.
Behind him, Pyro let his head fall back as Boar’s mouth went up and down, in the middle of the most languid of blowjobs. “Oh, I would love to see that,” he said with a laugh.
Clover’s face went aflame when Tank dipped his fingers between his buttocks, parting them and toying with his anus. His skin felt so sensitive after the spanking that he gasped at the touch. “My boy makes such a pretty picture. Spread your legs for Daddy, Clover.”
Clover swallowed, his balls flaring with arousal when he spread his thighs.
Pyro stroked Boar’s head with a lazy smile. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
“It is,” Drake said, taking a seat next to Clover’s head. He rubbed his fingertips over his sensitive scalp but didn’t stop there, and slid his hand down Clover’s back, all the way to the exposed skin. “Can I?” he asked, looking at Tank as if he was the proprietor of Clover’s hole.
“Of course,” Tank said, and the dark rasp in his voice was enough to make Clover’s toes curl even before Drake’s digits joined Tank’s in Clover’s crack.
Their fingers felt so different that Clover had no issues recognizing Drake’s—slender and nimble—and Tank’s, which were thick and calloused, but when both men pushed at his entrance together, a broken moan left his lips.
“Oh, my God,” escaped Clover’s mouth, and he arched his hips for more. Drake had been right. Clover was a total perv and loved being the center of everyone’s attention.
“Who’s cute now, Clover? Because I think it’s you, making those little needy noises,” Tank teased without mercy.
“I never said I wasn’t,” Clover complained, shivering when cool gel drizzled between his buttocks, offering lubrication for the insistent fingers, which dove into him, exploring his body while he lay still, not daring to move and break the lusty spell they were all under.
“You know what would be even cuter?” Drake whispered.
“Hm?” Tank grunted back, stroking the lower part of Clover’s ass with his thumb while he thrust his index finger into the tight hole.
“If he rode you right now.”
Clover’s vision turned white, and his cock twitched against Tank’s thigh.
Tank’s fingers dove deeper, stretching Clover’s ass that bit more insistently. “I think Clover likes your idea. Rock hard down there, aren’t you? Tell everyone, boy.”
Clover groaned, unable to stay still in Tank’s lap. Every time Tank pushed him like this, Clover’s mind turned into aroused mush. “I am, I want to feel your cock, Daddy.”
“Go on, Clover! Show us what you’re made of,” Pyro cheered, his voice changing into a moan when Boar loudly sucked his dick back into his mouth.
How did Clover even end up in this fivesome-type situation? It didn’t matter. Everything about it felt too good for him to ever doubt his choices.
Drake’s hand squeezed in his hair and lifted him up for a hard kiss just as Tank’s thick digits slid out of Clover’s burning hole.
He gasped, ready for the burn of yet another slap, but was already moving, breathless and so overcome with need he couldn’t think straight. He made an attempt to straddle Tank, but three hands were there to turn him around so he sat in his Daddy’s lap facing everyone. It shouldn’t have been embarrassing. Clover wasn’t shy, and they’d all had sex countless times. But when Tank matter-of-factly grabbed Clover under the knees with his good hand and lifted his leg, Clover’s emotions melted into a simmering pot of restless excitement.
“This way. I want everyone to see how you moan for Daddy, how eager you are to take my cock. Drake, take off his pants.”
Tank still had his jeans on, but his erection couldn’t have been more obvious, bulging under Clover’s buttocks and begging for attention. Clover couldn’t wait to feel it push into him.
His breath caught when Drake approached him like a predator about to play with his meal. He grabbed Clover’s pants and underwear, dragging them off in one go. A second later, he even took care of Clover’s socks, before pushing between his spread thighs and biting Clover’s panting lips.
“You’re such a little sexpot. What should we do with you?”
“I think his dick could use some attention,” Pyro said from the side lines as if this was his personal cam show.
“Yes, please.” Clover whined into Drake’s lips, unable to be ashamed
of his neediness anymore.
Tank bit on Clover’s ear and then whispered straight into it. “Ask Drake nicely. What do you want, Clover?”
Clover swallowed, forcing his eyes open to meet Drake’s face. “Please suck me.”
A cruel smile twisted Drake’s lips. “Not before you sit on your Daddy’s cock,” he said, and prompted Clover to raise his hips so he could gain access to Tank’s zipper.
Tank gasped into Clover’s ear, holding him closer to his chest when Drake released him, but once his hard dick slapped Clover’s buttocks, the wait became unbearable.
Clover loved to give Drake attitude, but that became somehow impossible whenever Tank was in the picture. His Daddy had a way of handling Clover that made him want to submit to everything from hand jobs to a punishing spanking.
The raspiness of Tank’s breath was the only music Clover needed when he wiggled in Tank’s lap with his legs spread so that everyone else could see him take that thick dick. Cheeks flushed, heart pounding, he wasn’t sure how to position himself, but Drake was there to help.
As Tank held Clover up, Drake grabbed hold of his dick and led it straight to Clover’s stretched hole. He moaned when the head plunged straight in with a harsh thrust of Tank’s hips.
“Ohh yes,” Drake whispered, grabbing Clover’s hips and pushing him lower, until his ass met Tank’s groin.
The thick cock stretched Clover so wonderfully that the intensity of sensations it evoked made him space out for a brief moment. But then he was back. In Tank’s arms. With a hard dick embedded in his greedy hole. With Drake rubbing his thighs. With Pyro and Boar watching as they caressed one another.
This was heaven.
Correction. Clover only crossed heaven’s threshold when Drake kneeled between his obscenely spread thighs and took Clover’s cock into that hot, wet mouth.
He groaned and his eyes rolled back. Tank slid his hand under Clover’s top and teased his nipples as he rocked his cock deeper into Clover.
The cast was a bit frustrating, since it didn’t allow Tank the usual range of movement, but Clover didn’t care. He dug his feet into the sofa and raised his hips to push deeper into Drake’s mouth.
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