“The young these days have no patience,” Jonathan commented, in between drawing his tongue to the other side of Kit’s chest and circling the other nipple. Their earlier lovemaking had restored his accustomed control, and he’d gladly spend as long as it took to help Devon unwind while giving Kit the slow, sweet loving he deserved. “I’m planning to taste every bit of your skin before I think about sucking anything.”
Wetting his fingertips with saliva, Devon drew them over his chest, circling his nipples the way Kit described Jonathan doing to him. “I’d normally say something about anticipation making your release more intense, but I’m feeling a bit short of patience m’self lately.”
“See?” Kit said to Jonathan, grabbing his lover’s head and trying to hold it still as he moved beneath Jonathan’s mouth. Jonathan squirmed away, much to Kit’s frustration. “Devon doesn’t want slow and drawn out. He wants hard and fast and blow your mind, right, Devon?”
“Thought I just gave you that,” Jonathan countered, moving down Kit’s torso to repeat the teasing circumnavigation of his navel. “Any harder and you’d be too sore to ride tomorrow.”
“Besides, it isn’t easy to do ‘hard and fast and blow your mind’ on your own.” Devon was getting ahead of Kit and Jonathan, but he flicked his fingers over his nipples anyway, tugging at the hardened nubs even though it never felt as good as Jonathan’s teeth closing over them.
“I’ll just tell Niall my back’s bothering me,” Kit retorted with a glare for Jonathan. “As for you, Devon, if you can’t do ‘hard and fast and blow your mind’ over the phone, then tell us what you want us to do. You know we can follow directions.”
“One of you can, anyway.” Devon snorted. His fingers tightened around his nipples as he remembered how beautiful Kit had looked the first time Devon used the clamps on him. Which had been as a result of Kit acting out during a session, now that he thought of it. Continuing to tug at a nipple with one hand, he let his other drift lower, ghosting over the skin of his abdomen lazily, in no hurry to move things along too quickly and lose this moment of intimacy, even if it was over nothing more than a cell phone connection. “Seems to me Jonathan’s got the right idea. If I were there”—his throat tightened for a moment, and he cleared it, then went on—“I’d want to take my time with you m’self.”
“I’m glad one of you thinks I know what I’m doing,” Jonathan said, sliding lower to drag his tongue across the valley that ran from Kit’s hip bones to the crease of his thighs.
“So what would you do to me if you were here?” Kit asked, his voice growing hoarse at Jonathan’s continued teasing. “Tell us and Jon will do it for you. I’m spread out on the bed, completely naked, Jonathan’s spunk running down my legs, just waiting for you to take me. Tell us what you’d do, taking your time.”
Devon’s cock jumped at the provocative image, but he refused to acknowledge it for the moment. He closed his eyes, picturing Jonathan crouched between Kit’s spread knees, his tawny head dipping to taste Kit’s olive skin. “I’d kiss my way down your legs,” Devon rasped, his hand slipping lower to lightly skim the flesh of his thighs. The urge to taste Jonathan’s seed leaking from Kit gnawed at him, but even if he was there with them he’d wait, driving Kit’s arousal and his own higher by licking and nipping his way down and back up Kit’s long legs first.
“We’re sharing a brain, babe.” Jonathan’s mouth was already moving over the olive skin of Kit’s inner thighs. With a nudge to prompt Kit to bend his knees, he ran his tongue over the back of the joint, winning a shiver from Kit. “I think we just discovered a new ticklish spot behind his knee.”
Kit could hardly deny the ticklish spot when his entire leg had jerked at the sensation of Jonathan’s tongue stimulating the smooth skin. He ordered his muscles to relax, but the constant scratch of Jonathan’s beard made it hard to resist the urge to pull away.
“I’ll remember that for sometime when we want to tease him.” Devon chuckled. Running his fingers over the back of his own knee didn’t create the same reaction, but then he seemed to remember reading somewhere that it wasn’t possible to tickle yourself. “Right now I just want to keep tasting him.”
Soothing the tender skin with his tongue, Jonathan moved lower, tracing the tensed muscles of Kit’s calf, lingering at his ankle, gliding over the arch and across and between Kit’s toes, trying to keep the pressure firm enough not to tickle. Kit’s skin tasted slightly salty, not surprising given the sweat they’d worked up earlier. Licking his lips, Jonathan shifted and started on Kit’s other foot, slowly working his way upward with the same loving attentions.
“Toes,” Kit pleaded when Jonathan’s mouth skated across the instep of his foot without moving lower. “Please.” He had no idea what it was about having a lover suck his toes that turned him on, but since Jonathan was intent on tasting him everywhere, Kit was glad he’d taken a shower before he went to Devon’s to get the riding crop. He could ask for what he wanted without worrying about it being repulsive.
“You’re determined to have me suck on something, aren’t you?” Jonathan teased, though his reluctance was wholly feigned. He had every intention of sucking on more than just Kit’s toes before their call with Devon ended. In the meantime, he retraced his path over Kit’s foot, taking the smallest digit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, then hollowing his cheeks and sucking firmly. He hoped Devon could hear the sounds Kit was making over the phone line, and that they were turning him on as much as they were arousing Jonathan.
“Ah fuck, whatever you’re doing, do it again,” Devon insisted. Kit’s groan had gone straight to his cock, his bollocks tightening at the lascivious tone in the inarticulate cry.
“Fuck, yes!” Kit begged, his entire leg trembling with the jolts of pleasure at the sensation and the sight of Jonathan sucking on his toes. His lover’s fingers slid between the stubby digits, separating them so each one could receive its due share of attention. “Feels so good.”
Jonathan took his time laving each of Kit’s toes in turn, moving back and forth between one foot and the other. Glancing up, he could see Kit’s cock, swollen and red, a pool of silvery liquid forming where it dripped against his stomach. “You should see him, Devon. I don’t know how we didn’t figure out before this how much of a slut he is for having his toes sucked.”
Devon’s best intentions of taking things slowly couldn’t stand against growing heat in his belly at Jonathan’s words and Kit’s moans. Wrapping a hand around his cock, he stroked it slowly, letting his own precome lubricate his palm. “Can’t blame him, love—what you do with that mouth of yours is pretty hard to resist, no matter what you’re sucking.”
“I’d be flattered, but you know I learned it all from you and Kit.” With a final nip to Kit’s smallest toe, Jonathan started upward again, hungry to fill his mouth with something more substantial. His attentions to Kit’s knee were more perfunctory on this side, but Kit wasn’t complaining, spreading his legs wider to facilitate Jonathan’s path over his thigh.
“Then show us what you’ve learned already,” Kit demanded, impatient with the slow pace. “My toes aren’t the only appendage in need of your attention.”
“I ought to flip you over—there’s a whole ’nother side I haven’t even started on yet.” Jonathan paused, his breath ruffling the dusky hair that curled at the base of Kit’s cock. “What do you think, Devon?”
“I think Kit will have your bollocks if you try.” Devon laughed. He didn’t need to see Kit’s expression to know he would be all but frothing at the mouth by now with the need to come. His hand moved faster over his own cock in anticipation of what he was sure Jonathan was about to do next.
“I think you’re right,” Kit said, spreading his legs wider and running his fingers into Jonathan’s hair. “So are you going to stare at it all night or are you going to suck it?”
“Maybe I’ll turn it into an all-night sucker.” Jonathan chuckled. His tongue darted out, still not homing in on the target a
s Kit demanded but laving the sac that hung heavy beneath it instead, wetting the testes well before taking them, one at a time, into his mouth and sucking gently. When he let them slide from between his lips, his tongue skated backward, over the smooth skin of Kit’s perineum to gather a taste of himself from their earlier lovemaking. “Wish I could share this with you, Devon,” he whispered, too softly for their missing lover to hear, before finally licking up the vein of Kit’s long-neglected cock.
Kit’s moan resonated through the room as Jonathan finally gave him the attention he had been craving. “So good,” he said huskily. “So fuckin’ amazing, what you do with your mouth.” He tried not to buck up into Jonathan’s throat, but he doubted he’d manage for long.
The conversation stopped after that, but Devon had no trouble imagining what was happening from the sighs and moans and gasping breaths that sounded as clearly as if Kit and Jonathan were across the room from him rather than across a continent and an ocean. He licked his palm and stroked himself more roughly, the saliva a poor substitute for the heat of Jonathan’s mouth, his own fingers tugging at his nipple a pale echo of the attentions Kit would pay them, but the sudden cry as Jonathan must have brought Kit to climax was enough to drag Devon along with them. His groan as he came was lost in the loving murmurs, too low for him to make out specific words, between Kit and Jonathan as he imagined their embrace.
Kit shivered through his release, not trying to stifle his sounds but no longer consciously aware of projecting them into the phone for Devon. “What about you, Jon?” he asked when he could focus enough to form a coherent sentence.
“I’m good,” Jonathan replied lazily, licking at his palm where he’d stroked himself to release, the salty flavor mingling with Kit’s in his mouth. “You okay, Devon?”
“Be better if I was there with you, but I think I can make it through the afternoon now without murdering Marcy’s attorney,” Devon answered. “Making this go away is sounding better and better.”
“Don’t do anything rash,” Kit warned again. “Stick to your guns and get it worked out right. We’ll be here when you get back. A few extra days won’t change anything.”
“Except make me miss you even more,” Devon replied.
Chapter 21: Double Your Fun
KIT LOOKED at his watch for the fiftieth time. “What time did Devon say he was going to be home?” he asked Jonathan. It had been five weeks since Devon had left for Los Angeles, and Kit was ready to have him return. He pushed aside the thought that filming would be ending soon and that their careers could separate them for far longer than that. Devon was due in from the airport any moment now, and Kit wanted to focus on welcoming Devon back where he belonged.
“He isn’t going to get here any sooner for your worrying about him.” Jonathan halted Kit’s pacing by the simple expedient of stepping behind him and wrapping his arms around him. He could all but feel Kit vibrating with excitement and anticipation. “I’m anxious to see him too, but he’ll get here when he gets here, Kit-Kat.” Jonathan decided Kit needed something to take his mind off checking his wristwatch every two minutes. Easing a hand under Kit’s chin, he tilted his head backward, nuzzling a trail of kisses down the smooth cheek. Just as he neared his destination of Kit’s mouth, a car door slammed outside. Kit’s head snapped up, his forehead connecting with Jonathan’s chin with an audible crack.
Devon unlocked his front door to find his lovers standing in the middle of his living room, Jonathan rubbing his chin and Kit holding his forehead, both of them laughing. “Damn, that’s a sound I’ve missed hearing,” he said, dropping his bag and opening his arms.
“Devon!” Kit flew across the room, arms going around Devon as he pressed kisses to every part of Devon’s face he could reach. “We missed you!”
Jonathan enclosed both Devon and Kit in his arms, letting Kit work off some of his excitement before leaning over his shoulder and capturing Devon’s mouth in a slower if no less impassioned kiss. “It’s good to have you home, babe.”
Returning the kisses in equal measure, Devon could feel the weight of the past five weeks rolling off him as he relaxed into their embrace, recognizing the appropriateness of Jonathan’s greeting. He’d left the house he’d be selling as part of the divorce settlement behind him in LA, but this rental cottage in the Glastonbury hills was his home, as much as the cabin he’d been stranded in with Kit or the hotel they’d stayed in during location shooting on the Isle of Skye. They might be, would be, separated once filming ended, but whenever they could be together, he’d be home. “I missed you too,” he answered when their kisses eventually slowed. The words were wholly inadequate, but he didn’t doubt Kit and Jonathan understood the emotions behind them.
Needing more than a welcome-home kiss, Kit slid to one side so that Devon was caught between Jonathan and himself, working his hands under layers of clothes until he found smooth skin. “Missed your kisses, your touch, your smell, everything about you, but I especially missed having you inside me,” he murmured as he started undressing Devon, intent on recreating all the moments they’d had to share over the phone while Devon was gone. Today, if possible.
“How exhausted are you?” Jonathan asked, moving his hands to Devon’s shoulders to rub at the corded muscles. “Not that I’m not as eager to get you into bed as Kit is, but unless you were able to rest on the plane, you might actually need to sleep.” As long as he got to hold Devon while he slept, Jonathan would live with that, even if it meant enduring eight hours of blue balls until Devon was awake enough to do something about them.
“I dozed a bit,” Devon admitted, arching his head to give Jonathan better access to the muscles of his neck, which were loosening under the kneading massage. Kit’s fingers, busily pushing his shirt upward, found and pinched his nipples, starting another part of Devon’s body hardening just as rapidly. “I’m sure the two of you can find some way to manage to keep me awake.”
Kit hesitated in his rediscovery of Devon’s body. “Are you sure? I want you, but I want you to be awake enough to enjoy it.” Devon’s hand closed over Kit’s, urging it to move again, so Kit took that as an affirmative answer and returned to undressing Devon as quickly as possible, adding his lips to his fingers as soon as bare skin came into view.
Devon’s appreciative moan was all the convincing Jonathan needed to start nudging them toward the stairs to the bedroom, peeling Devon’s shirt over his head as they went. As soon as it hit the floor, his lips replaced his fingers on Devon’s neck, freeing his hands to start working at the buckle of Devon’s belt.
“Careful not to trip me,” Devon protested as his trousers slid to his knees. His aborted half step made him stumble against Kit, Jonathan’s arms tightening to steady him. The position had its benefits, but he’d rather be horizontal to feel the press of his lovers’ cocks against him—and he’d infinitely prefer to feel bare skin against his. “The last thing I need is to wind up in a cast.”
“Then let’s take this upstairs,” Kit proposed, dropping to his knees to help Devon step out of his jeans. He took advantage of the position to lick a stripe up the underside of Devon’s cock. “We’ll all be more comfortable on the bed.”
Devon kicked off his shoes and stripped his socks before offering Kit a hand back up. “Then the rest of you’d better get naked on the way. I’ve been imagining being free and in bed with you for five bloody weeks, and I can tell you there were no clothes involved.”
“As if Kit would ever complain about getting naked,” Jonathan chuckled, pulling his own shirt over his head without bothering with the buttons before starting on his jeans.
Laughing, Kit stripped, leaving a trail of clothes behind him as he scampered up the stairs. “Last one to the top—” He didn’t even get the words out before Devon tackled him to the ground. “Did you have something else in mind?”
“Beyond getting into bed with the two of you?” Devon paused, wriggling a bit to settle his cock more closely against the curve of Kit’s arse. He wasn’t
sure how he’d choose which of the many fantasies he’d consoled himself with while he was gone to indulge in first. Topping Kit, topping Jonathan, being taken by either of them—that sparked an idea, something Kit had brought up one of the first times they were all together. But they needed to be in bed first. “I’m sure something will come to me.”
Jonathan snorted and prodded Devon’s backside with his knee. “I’m sure something will come to all of us, but in the meantime, you’re blocking the stairway. Get your lazy free ass up in bed.”
Devon grinned as he pushed to his feet, offering Kit another hand up as well. He did feel free, in a way that had little to do with his divorce finally being official. “Get there yourself and I’ll show you how lazy I am,” he retorted. “I haven’t been fucking Kit blind for the last five weeks like you.”
“What makes you think he’s been fucking me and not the other way around?” Kit asked, taking Devon’s hand and pulling him toward the bedroom. “You know what a slutty bottom Jon is.”
“And proud of it,” Jonathan agreed, groping Devon’s ass as he helped him along from the rear. “With either of you, anytime. Not that we kept track, but we both did our share of topping. Didn’t keep us from missing you, babe. It’s just not the same when you’re not with us.”
Ah hell. He would not cry, Devon insisted to himself. Their reunion was a time for celebration, not tears. And that they’d have to deal with an even longer separation all too soon was not going to be allowed to cast a pall over this night. “You had the toy box to keep me in mind.”
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