The Manx Cat Guardians Boxed Set

by J P Sayle

  The intensity causing him to gulp, feeling heat spread to his groin. Barely holding on to the groan, Stuart’s startled eyes meet Joe’s liquefied chocolate wanton gaze, his need displayed so openly between them. Stuart could almost feel the air spark with sexual tension as no one spoke. The urge to pull his cock out and demand Joe suck him right then and there had Stuart’s jaw aching as he clenched his teeth. Biting his lip, he fought the urge to do exactly that. The standoff between them all seemed to go on and on.

  He was never more grateful to Princess as she pushed past him allowing his muscles to relax. She moved to Joe, her loud meow seemingly startling him out of his lustful trance. Stuart could see a flush bloom in his cheeks as Joe glanced away from them both.

  Wanting to lessen the tension, Stuart walked over cupping the back of Joe’s head. Softly kissing his cheek, realising he couldn’t deepen the kiss for fear of not stopping. He consoled himself at Joe’s heartfelt sigh, when he refused Joe’s encouragement to kiss his lips. He pulled back, reassuring them both, “Later, we can explore what that heated look was all about.” Stepping away when desire flared to life in Joe’s hooded eyes. Dear God, he is so fucking tempting right now.

  Stuart was coming to realise he would do just about anything to make this man happy. “Come on, the quicker we get moving, the quicker we get finished.” Stuart sauntered to the door. Both men following at a slower pace, glancing back he caught the silent exchange between them. Stuart shot Joe a questioning look.

  “I’m wondering if rushing would be worth it to me?” Joe’s bold statement had his barely continued desire wanting to lunge.

  Stuart saw this as the opening he didn’t even realise he wanted, okay he did, but he wasn’t sure he’d have gone there. Feeling a little conflicted by his emotions, Stuart decided to go with honesty, rushing to get the words out. Looking directly at Joe, “Would you be interested in someone watching us?” Hearing the strain in his voice, Stuart struggled with his embarrassment, quickly glancing at Aaden to see if he somehow had misread the situation.

  Aaden’s sudden stillness and hard features gave nothing away. It was only the slight hitch to his breathing that indicated he was not as unaffected by the question. Stuart gaze travelled back to gauge Joe’s reaction. The myriad of feelings flashing across his face was so fleeting Stuart struggled to assess if he had made a mistake.

  Stuart braced himself when Joe moved, closing the gap between them then Joe grabbed the back of his head, pulling him down. His pink tongue licked the seam of Stuart’s mouth, teasing him. It lasted seconds before Joe sucked his lower lip between his small teeth, biting hard. Stuart’s body surged forward wanting to connect, he groaned into Joe’s mouth.

  His earlier arousal back with a vengeance, made his head swim. Blood rushed out off one head straight to the other leaving him breathless. Opening his mouth to drag in a breath, Joe took advantage thrusting his tongue in aggressively. Joe’s hips pushed forward giving Stuart’s aching cock what it wanted. Stuart felt his body wither with unadulterated pleasure. Joe’s frantic moans were pouring into his mouth making him wild for more. Joe’s need matching his had him consider if he needed to slow it down. Stuart tried to pull back when uncertainty crept in.

  Joe’s small, firm hands yanked him back; it seemed Joe had different ideas. Stuart felt a tugging at his hips, Stuart’s eyes crossed when warm fingers gripped hold of his length. Drowning his mind overloaded at the feel of Joe touching him and Aaden’s heated stare.

  Breaking the kiss he looked over Joe’s shoulder, his legs buckled at the frenzied excitement pouring off Aaden. Losing his train of thought when Joe lowered to his knees and sucked him straight to the back of his throat. Frantically Stuart’s arms flailed searching for anything to hold on to. Aaden’s massive, muscular arms wrapped around his torso, holding him up as Joe worked him over. Moans ricochet around them; uncaring whose were the loudest, Stuart howled his pleasure.

  Powerless to stop himself he ground back against Aaden’s rigid cock that cushioned against his ass. Pulsing back and forward, he felt he was losing his ever fucking mind as erotic sensations bombarded him. Satisfied that all Aaden did was hold him and let Joe do what he wanted. His earlier fantasy now a fully-fledged reality making his mind boggle. The one exception, Aaden’s body heat penetrating Stuart’s clothing, made him hyper-aware.

  Stuart groaned when Aaden’s massive erection pushed into his ass crease, creating an ache he had never felt before. It had him clenching with every thrust, his body desperate for something to fill him. As if Joe had read his mind, Stuart watched him suck a finger into his already full mouth.

  The intensity in Joe’s eyes, along with the dripping finger sliding up his shaft, left him quaking. Stuart blinked several times trying to clear his fuddled brain, watching as Joe made a big production of filling his mouth with more fingers. The kaleidoscope of lush images, mixed with wet calloused fingers sliding under his sac towards his pulsing pucker, had his pulse pounding in his ears.

  The scrape of roughened fingers was adding to the urgent need gripping Stuart by the throat. Trusting Aaden to hold him, he rested more of his weight on him. Feeling the heat increase as Aaden’s powerful body flexed under his. Scents intoxicated him, spiced musk combined with Joe’s fruity apple scent, mixed with the fragrance of leaking cock. Surrounding them all, making every inhale feel heavy with passion, causing Stuart to groan anew.

  Calloused fingers teased, awakening nerves in his channel, when Joe gently pushed against him. Needing more, he pushed back encouraging Joe inside. The burn unbelievable left him gasping, his sticky body gluing itself to Aaden’s T-shirt. Stuart felt soft puffs of hot air caress his face. Aaden’s sultry gaze never faltered from Joe as he played Stuart like an erotic instrument. Laying his head back on Aaden’s rock hard broad shoulder, Stuart relinquished control.

  Sensations left him reeling as hands and mouth worked in tandem to drive him insane with the need to come. Stuart swayed, his body imitating a rocking boat drifting on the currents, pulled in too many directions to know which way was right.

  Joe’s soft swollen lips pushed against the base of his cock as he deep throated him, repeatedly swallowing. His throat clasped the head of his leaking cock giving it a wet caress. Small fingers pushed hard inside his ass searching for his gland. The spark of electricity had him jerking hard bashing into Aaden as Joe ruthlessly worked his ass. Strumming fingers never letting up they stretched him, making him want something thicker and not the cock currently rubbing against his ass.

  Breathless, Stuart begged. “Please, more I need you now, Joe, please. Oh God, give it to me now.” Words wailed out as he fought to catch his breath. Feeling Joe pull away, the lust poured from Joe’s heated gaze.

  “Do you want me or Aaden?”

  Stuart shook his head, uncertain why Joe would even ask, gasping. “You, oh God you, now please, don’t make me beg.” Stuart’s hoarse rasp begged anyway.

  Aaden sat back on the stairs, placing a compliant Stuart between his firm thighs, feeling Aaden’s fingers dig into his arms holding him steady as Joe readied himself. Confused, how had he missed the lube and condom that were right there? The thought floated away when Joe crawled up his body, licking and sucking under his T-shirt. Stuart groaned feeling Joe bite his nipple, the pull connecting straight to his sac, riding so hard into his body his cock bounced spurting pre-cum.

  Stuart rolled his hips praying Joe would hurry before it was too late. He’d never thought he would bottom or he would do it in front of an audience. Christ, Stuart considered that maybe he was losing his mind, but right now, he didn’t care. Joe had challenged him, and now he couldn’t seem to stop himself.

  Incomprehensible sounds sobbed past his lips at feeling Joe push the head of his slim cock against him. Not quite finished teasing him, the little fucker gave several tiny pulses, before pulling back. The wet, slick noises were driving him insane with the need to impale himself on Joe’s cock. Crying out in ecstasy when Joe sunk home, the
pain barely registered, morphing into pleasure with Stuart’s overriding need. Aaden gasped his encouragement for Joe to move faster, making him rock unmercifully against Stuart’s ass, not stopping. Each thrust pushing Aaden’s steel pole into Stuart’s ass cheeks, the feeling unbelievable.

  Stuart melted into Aaden, oblivious to anything other than the delicious feelings rocketing through his body. Joe slammed his mouth over Stuart’s, his meaning clear as he claimed him. Stuart’s heart soared knowing it belonged to Joe along with his soul. He howled into Joe’s mouth, his cock spraying cum over them both, marking Joe as Stuart’s.

  The loud moans on both sides of his head, alerted Stuart that he wasn’t the only one to find his release. The sudden thought brought him back to reality. Joe collapsed, breathless onto his soaking chest, his arms hugging him close, the gesture eased some of Stuart’s growing nervousness.

  Wet heat spread up his back making Stuart uncomfortable, but he remained still when Joe settled more firmly against his chest. Stuart felt heavy puffs of air graze his throat, letting Joe catch his breath. He enjoyed the moment of contentment between them, blatantly ignoring the man behind him.

  Aaden’s growl in his ear had Stuart flinching. “Fuck, you two are heavy. Come on, you’re crushing my ass against these stairs, and it ain’t the most comfortable place to fuck.” Aaden’s words hit like iced water taking the heat Stuart had felt with them. Struggling to sit up he hauled himself and Joe up using the railing. Stuart winced at the ache in his ass, trying not to show how uncomfortable he was, he moved in front of Joe. Stuart could see Joe’s cheeks heat at Aaden’s perusal. Walking closer, Stuart covered Joe as he removed the condom.

  The moment had been intoxicating and downright naughty, but that didn’t stop him from glaring at Aaden, daring him to say anything while he wondered if it had been worth it. Joe’s edginess was more apparent as he fidgeted with his clothes, hearing the zipper close on Joe’s trousers had Stuart considering his own nakedness.

  Aaden’s bold stare had him push back his shoulders, fuck it, let him have his fill, he won’t see it again. He was happy when the look left him feeling nothing, even if the stare showed Aaden was impressed with what he could see. Making a show of retrieving his trousers, Stuart dressed, pulling his already wet T-shirt down, wiping at the mess on his abdomen.

  “Fucking hell.”

  Aaden’s rasp had Stuart jerking, not sure what the issue was until Aaden pointed down. Stuart felt the tension evaporate when amusement turned to laughter.

  “Okay, one of you must have something that will fit me?”

  Aaden’s demand had Stuart bent double, tears rolling down his face. Joe’s giggles burst out as Stuart roared with laughter.

  Stuart spoke, trying to choke back the laughter. “Joe, go get him a pair of your pants, I’m sure they’ll fit.”

  Joe’s giggles grew into gales of laughter which in turn made Stuart laugh harder at Aaden’s stupid request. Stuart could see Aaden struggle to contain his mirth, his eyes sparkled down at them both. Releasing the tension, Stuart offered a pair of his joggers, guiding Aaden upstairs, Stuart reflected on the dissipating strain between them. The thought no soon registered when Stuart clenched his fists when Aaden spoke, the tautness returning full force.

  “Well that was fun, you two up for another round?”

  Their simultaneous no’s had Stuart releasing his fists, pleased Joe and he were on the same page. He’d enjoyed their encounter, but he realised he was not up for a repeat. Stuart sighed as he headed for the shower, hoping this wouldn’t cause an issue between them all, because Aaden needed to understand one thing, Joe was his and his alone.

  Joe

  Sweat dripped into Joe’s eyes as the steam rolled towards him off the wall. Who the buggering hell said stripping wallpaper was stress-free with a steamer? Joe cursed for the umpteenth time, lifting his sticky fingers to pull the long soggy strip of wallpaper away revealing yet more layers. For what felt like the millionth time he dropped the piece of flocked paper to the floor, adding to the ever-growing pile.

  Eyeing Stuart, Joe was pleased that he wasn’t faring any better with the floor sander. The mask covering his mouth barely muffled his words. “How the hell did I get roped into this on my weekend off?” Stuart’s huffy tone had him hiding a smile, knowing it would only make it worse. Joe took in the grime coating Stuart’s clothes, hair, and skin. Realising he looked like a ghost, a chuckle escaped.

  He ignored Stuart’s glower, distracted by the sound of weighty movement above his head. Joe frowned at Aaden’s stupidity, convinced he’d hurt himself lifting and moving everything on his own. It appeared Aaden would do anything to avoid the mess that both Joe and Stuart were currently creating. Joe heaved a sigh, he supposed he would avoid that mess as well if he got the chance.

  They’d spent Saturday morning emptying rooms after Aaden had gotten approval to do whatever he wanted to the house. Aaden had insisted on carrying out most of the manual labour, though Joe’s shoulders were begging to differ after nearly two days of holding up a steamer.

  A storage company had collected the furniture, not that Joe thought Ms Stevens would want the dark, dismal looking furniture back. The place was so damn depressing. Joe couldn’t understand how Aaden had coped staying there the previous two nights, especially when he had caught a glimpse of the bedroom he was using. A bloody nunnery would be more welcoming, so, without thinking, he’d offered Stuart’s spare room when they had finished last night. The awkward silence that followed eventually had him catching on to what was wrong. Aaden’s refusal, followed by Stuart’s sigh of relief, had Joe worrying.

  Though his tightening pants reminded him of how much he’d loved the little interlude in the hall, he wasn’t bothered Aaden had been there when he’d laid claim to Stuart in the most primal way. Joe had felt his confidence soar when Stuart had roared his pleasure all over him. Immensely thrilled that Aaden understood not to interfere or try and take things any further.

  He wasn’t entirely sure how he would have felt if Aaden had tried to touch Stuart. Fuck, who was he kidding, he would have wanted to rip Aaden’s arms out of his sockets. The slow curl of jealousy inside him had him pausing, giving Stuart all his attention, no, he wouldn’t tolerate anyone else touching what belonged to him. Shaking off his growing possessiveness, Joe went back to removing the shit brown paper, avoiding getting too close to the steamer as the air thickened with the smell of wet paper.

  Joe’s mind seemed intent on reflecting on how much he’d gotten off on dominating Stuart in front of Aaden. Feeling the intensity of his stare when he’d pushed into Stuart’s unbelievably tight channel, had Joe wanting to nail Stuart to the floor. Judging by the way Stuart had limped across the road when they had left the house, he’d say Stuart would be feeling him for days. Joe had swaggered behind him feeling proud. Aaden’s knowing smirk making him feel indomitable. Hell, he’d have bet his van and equipment that being Batman or Superman couldn’t compare to how he invincible he felt inside.

  Joe squirmed at the growing predicament in his pants, trying to distract himself by picking at the last bit of paper in front of him. They’d been too tired to do more than cuddle when they’d eventually gotten to bed the previous night. They’d left Aaden at his insistence; I still can’t quite believe he stayed in this shit pit, shrugging, he supposed Aaden had stayed in worse places.

  Joe focused on getting the last of the paper off the walls. The three layers coming off reasonably easily he supposed, but then having never done that before he had nothing to compare it to. Though, the one thing he did know, it was hot and messy work. His eyes stung as sweat dripped down his face, wiping his face on his filthy sleeve. He glanced at Stuart, “Where did you leave that bag of drinks, this steamer is better than any bloody sauna. I’m sure I’ve lost five pounds in sweat since I started.” Joe knew he sounded grumpy, stepping over to the bag Stuart pointed to. He guzzled the Pepsi, enjoying the fizz as it hit the back of his throat, removing the awful
taste that felt like he had been eating the soggy paper instead of stripping it off the wall.

  He eyed Stuart, clamping lips together to stop the laughter. Stuart’s removal of his face mask gave him two perfect panda eyes, his white face extenuating his dark eyes. Hiding behind the bottle, Joe offered Stuart a drink. Joe knew he wasn’t hiding his merriment when Stuart raised his powered brow.

  “What?”

  Stuart’s scowl only made it worse, dust sunk into the deep furrows making him appear ghoulish. Unable to contain himself any longer, Joe burst out laughing. Missing Stuart move, he started when large hands grabbed for him, holding up his filthy hands up to ward Stuart off. Stuart dodged them and caught Joe around his middle, quickly rubbing his dirty face against Joe’s damp skin, making the dust sticky.

  Their joint laughter filled the room, brightening the dreariness. Dust and Stuart’s day-old whiskers scratched his sticky skin making it heat. His earlier desire coming to life as hands grappled with his body, knowing Stuart was aiming for his ticklish sides, Joe wiggled. Stuart still managed to sneak past his defences, causing him to howl with laughter. His tears leaked out, not helping the situation. The dirt spread, covering them both.

  Stuart unmercifully aimed for all his ticklish spots. Trying to escape he turned, running into a solid chest. Gasping at the impact, he looked up under his lashes trying to stop the laughter at Aaden’s scowl when he looked down at the dirt now spreading across his clean white T-shirt. Joe stepped back trying to look contrite.

  “Oops, my bad. It’s totally Stuart’s fault.” Joe grinned unrepentant, his shoulders shaking with mirth at Stuart’s look of disbelief. “He tickled me. You know I can’t stand it, Aaden.” As if that explained it, Joe absently wiped at the black mark making it worse on Aaden’s top. His focus fixed on the smouldering look Stuart was giving him that threatened retribution when he got home. His ass quivered at what that look meant.