by R. Cayden
Lawrence pulled Raiden by the shoulders down to the bed, then crawled on top of him. Raiden’s cock was thicker and longer than Cash’s, with a fat sack and coarse hair at his base. Already stretched and wet from Cash, Lawrence crawled right on top of Raiden’s hips. He pressed his hands on his boyfriend’s chest, took his cock by the base, and lowered himself onto it.
“Oh fuck,” Raiden gasped. “It feels so good.”
Eyes rolling back in his head, Lawrence whimpered and moaned as he thrust himself down, Raiden’s cock plunging deeper and deeper. Beside them, Cash kissed at each of their bodies and stroked them gently, like another chord of music sounding out through the pleasure of the fucking. Raiden’s crown banged against Lawrence’s prostate as he rode harder and faster, and the rolling orgasm built, dancing beneath his skin and warming him from deep inside.
“I’m close,” Raiden growled. Lawrence’s cheeks clapped against Raiden’s hips as Lawrence bounced, Cash’s slick ejaculate dripping down.
“Come in me,” Lawrence whined, sliding to Raiden’s base, stretched as wide as he had ever been. “Please, babe, come in me!”
With a growl, Raiden jerked his hips up. The release was instant, flooding Lawrence from the inside. His own orgasm finally erupted, and as Cash took him in a hungry kiss, he sprayed jet after jet straight in the air.
Dizzy with pleasure, Lawrence collapsed into Raiden’s arms. Raiden rolled him just slightly, and Cash crawled in from behind. With both their arms wrapped around him, Lawrence let the waves of pleasure and the trembles of relief wash over him.
“I love you,” he whispered again, his voice so soft he could barely hear it.
“Love you both,” Cash answered in a soft moan.
“Love you,” Raiden added.
Lawrence curled up until he found the perfect place between them, and before he could form another thought, he fell fast asleep.
Cash
For years, Cash had tried every trick he could think of to take down Horizon. He’d climbed the ranks of high society, devoted endless hours to training himself in hacker and mercenary skills, and disavowed anything that wasn’t revenge.
It struck him as funny, that he succeeded not by scheming and plotting but by finally letting his guard down and welcoming something different into his life.
For a couple of days, Raiden, Lawrence, and Cash all hung out at the safe house. The guys cooked for Lawrence while he recovered, and Cash busied himself at the computer. He destroyed every record of himself that Reed might find, trashing fake identifications, private email accounts and cell numbers, and burning any trace of the life he used to live. It felt like the final step, after Fox had taken him for all his gear, and Cash was strangely free from it all.
With the computer Raiden had lugged from the black site, he was also able to put together a serious case against Reed. The man had placed far too much faith in his guards and left records in that basement that he carefully concealed everywhere else. Putting the pieces together to take him out while they prepared their next move against Horizon was like the icing on the extremely delicious cake.
It definitely helped that Cash didn’t have to wait for his new life to begin. After going on his own for so long, he forgot how good it felt to have someone else to take care of and to feel taken care of himself. With Lawrence and Raiden, there was an easy, natural back and forth. And even though Cash still doubted himself sometimes, fearful that he didn’t deserve the forgiveness and acceptance that Lawrence and Raiden offered, the second the three of them met in a brief touch or shared kiss, the truth became obvious again.
On their third day at the safe house, Declan and Seb drove up in Declan’s old truck, the rear packed with boxes and equipment. Cash and Raiden jumped into action, unloading it all into the tiny house while Lawrence and Seb reintroduced themselves to each other, falling into a quick and easy friendship. They set up a few computers at the kitchen table and the countertops, pinned papers all over the walls, and spread out stacks of research and file folders on the coffee table. On his own, Cash had never quite been able to build a case like that against the corporation. But with the talents, resources, and history that Declan and Seb offered, things finally clicked into place.
“Are you okay?” Lawrence asked. He appeared by Cash’s side as they stood in the kitchen, looking out over the living room.
Cash shook his head and laughed softly. “I’ve literally never been better.”
“What’s that funny look on your face, then?” Raiden asked, appearing at his other side.
“I was just thinking I probably won’t run another job like this again,” Cash said. “At least for a while, there won’t be any more hackathons or sneaking into office buildings or dodging bullets.”
Lawrence pressed his cheek against Cash’s arm with a laugh. “I’ll be glad if neither of you have to dodge another bullet ever again.”
“Me, too!” Cash laughed. “It will just be different, that’s all.”
“It’s hard to stop fighting, when that’s all that you’re used to,” Raiden agreed, then pinched Cash at the hip. “But we’ll make sure to keep you occupied.”
“I’m sure,” Cash answered with a purr. He kissed Raiden on the cheek, then turned to Lawrence for the same.
“Bingo!” Seb said brightly, standing as he waved a piece of paper in the air. “I found some bank transactions that link Lawrence’s dad and the senator to the paramilitary groups around the coltan mines!”
“You found the bank accounts?” Cash asked, excited to reveal one of the key missing pieces.
“With the files you encrypted from the senator’s office,” Seb said with an approving nod.
“Does that mean we go ahead?” Lawrence asked, excited. “Is that everything?”
“We’ll strengthen up our case a bit first,” Declan said, his eyes down as he took the paper from Seb. “But we should move fast. The company is still disoriented from the scandal with Rios, and Mackey has been quiet since we rescued Lawrence. That window won’t last long, and we need to strike first.”
Lawrence took Cash by the hand, and Raiden casually draped his arm over his shoulder. Taking down the corporation wouldn’t bring his parents back, but at least he would know that other people had been spared the same fate. And while it would never replace the one he lost, Cash had a new family now.
“Mom, Dad,” he whispered to himself, “I’m going to be okay.”
Cash buttoned up Raiden’s dress shirt for him, then fussed with the collar.
“Is this really necessary?” Raiden asked, frowning. They were in the blue-tiled bathroom in Mayer’s apartment. Lawrence’s friend had generously taken them in and offered a spare bedroom while they waited for the axe to fall on Horizon and Reed, and the guys had happily spent the week holed up together, distracting themselves in bed.
“Not necessary, I suppose,” Cash answered. “But it’s a special evening. Besides, you look hot as hell in a dress shirt, Raiden.”
Raiden snorted. Buttoned nearly to the collar, the gray shirt hugged his big frame comfortably, and Cash took his time tucking it into Raiden’s trousers and fiddling with his belt. “If you say so,” he answered.
Cash laughed, then fixed his hair in the mirror. He was glad that he and Raiden hadn’t lost their playful edge, now that they didn’t have to hide their feelings. Cash had dragged his favorite Tom Ford suit back out of the closet, and it gave him a thrill how nicely he and Raiden complemented each other in the mirror.
“Are you both ready?” Lawrence asked, peeking his head in. He had on his own light teal suit and a bright floral tie in blues and purples. “Oh, wow. Raiden in a collar. Who would have guessed?”
Raiden chuckled. “All right, guys,” he said, then nudged Cash playfully in the shoulder. “Showtime.”
Mayer, Tyler, and Derrick were waiting in the living room, dressed up like they were going to the Oscars. The TV was all set to the news station but muted, and hyped-up pop music hummed through the speaker
systems. Around the place, they’d hung glittery homemade banners and streamers. Happy Federal Investigation! they announced, and Welcome to Your Early Retirement!
Cash took the whole scene in, then had a deep, long laugh. Derrick popped up when he saw them, a big grin on his face. He was wearing what looked like a vintage tuxedo from the nineties, baby blue in color, and he had a plate of snacks in his palm. “Cheese cubes?”
“Don’t mind if I do,” Cash said, then plucked a few up and casually handed one to Lawrence and to Raiden. “I have to say, after spending the last decade envisioning the downfall of Horizon Zed, I never pictured this.”
“Why thank you, Cash,” Mayer said with a smile. “I’d like to think we have a unique way of doing this.”
“Don’t we all,” Lawrence added. He jumped over the back of a couch, then plopped into his seat. “Now come on, we’re going to miss it!”
Cash poured them all glasses of champagne, and when he got to the couch, Lawrence was bouncing excitedly in Raiden’s lap. They all clinked glasses, and Cash curled up closer with Raiden, taking Lawrence’s legs in his lap.
The scandal had tumbled out of control over the past days. Cash fed documents to carefully selected journalists, dumping drool-worthy scandals and outrage-inducing schemes. It was fun as hell, and he knew it must be like Christmas for the reporters. While Lawrence’s friends fed the outrage machine and got eyes on the truth, Declan gathered the proper files and made his case to law enforcement. He knew where most of the crooked agents were and trusted his instincts and his contacts from the security agency to take it from there.
Finally, that morning, it all hit a breaking point, and Horizon had announced the upcoming press conference. Tyler turned up the volume as it started, beginning with Lawrence’s father and Mackey announcing their resignations. They all cheered when Mackey ran away in disgrace, and Lawrence bounced up to pour another round of champagne when a bipartisan group of senators came out to announce a formal inquiry into Horizon Zed. By the end of the evening, the sudden arrest of Reed was just a cherry on the sundae, and he laughed as the reporters flashed the bitter man’s scowling face across the screen, over and over again.
Cash caught Lawrence’s hand. “Are you okay? It’s a lot to see your father disgraced like this.”
Lawrence nodded. “I am okay, thanks. I’m just glad it’s over.”
Raiden hugged Lawrence tight from behind. “And with Reed locked away, we can stop hiding out. We’ll still take security precautions for a while, and Cash and I will always be there to keep you safe. But the biggest danger is over, sweetheart.”
“Speaking of,” Cash said. “I had an idea. I’ve lost my bike and all my equipment, but I haven’t lost the studio. Now that I’m done running heists out of my home, I don’t really need all the space.” He paused. After how many times he’d run straight into danger, it was funny to feel nervous about this kind of thing. “Why don’t you two move in?” he said. “There’s plenty of space.”
Lawrence relaxed back into their arms. “Wow,” he said. “Really?”
“Sounds good to me,” Raiden said, dropping his voice to a growl. “And it’s a hell of a lot easier to make sure you two are safe if we’re sleeping together every night.”
“I’d love that,” Lawrence said sweetly. He caught Cash’s gaze, his chocolate eyes bright and shiny. “I could even sell my condo. I don’t know what my father’s resignation means for my trust funds, but I’d be happy to cut the last ties with him and put the things he gave me to better use.”
Cash straightened in his seat. He stroked Lawrence’s leg and felt the rise and fall of Raiden’s chest beside him. Cash had never thought beyond revenge, but now that he was there, he couldn’t be happier that the next chapter started with love.
Epilogue
Raiden
A year later…
Raiden stood on the staircase outside their home, the street quiet around him. The brick building had come to feel like home, and Raiden had started hanging around the hardware store downstairs and making some neighborhood friends. He took a small slip of paper, then jammed it into the slot by the middle buzzer.
Re-Knew Solutions, it read, and he let out a satisfied grunt to see the name of Lawrence’s new business there.
“Yo!” Gray yelled from down the street. “You get lost?”
Raiden’s best friend was strolling toward him with a couple stuffed grocery bags in his arms. A few months earlier, he had gotten back to the country after travelling with his boyfriend all year, and Raiden felt like the last piece of the puzzle was finally in place, now that he had returned. Raiden hurried forward, then grabbed one of the bags from Gray. “Thanks for stopping by the store.”
“Anytime,” Gray answered. “You must be pretty damn busy, considering you’ve got two hot men to keep satisfied.”
Raiden laughed. He shifted the bag into one arm, then shoved Gray with his free hand. “I had to think of something to outdo you, after you went and fell in love with a movie star.”
“Just tell me this,” Gray asked as they headed up the stairs. “You really never get jealous between them? Because it used to be you’d try to pick up a total stranger at the bar, then end up spitting nails when he just looked at someone else.”
“What’s there to be jealous of?” Raiden asked, sincerely confused by the question. “None of us are looking at anyone else.” He tightened his grip on the bag, then pushed the door open. “Wouldn’t even cross our damn minds,” he added.
Gray laughed. “I don’t know. I guess it makes sense for you, man. It really does.”
They walked into the first floor of the former woodworking studio, which had been carefully remodeled into an open office space. Desks, couches, and shelving were artfully scattered around, and the few floating walls were splashed with art that Lawrence had commissioned. The computers, monitors, and other technical equipment had been moved aside for the night, and the space was lightly decorated with tablecloths, floral settings, and scattered bottles of wine.
“I’ll go get the guys,” Raiden said with a nod to Gray.
“Take your time,” Gray replied. He grabbed the second bag back from Raiden, then started to the kitchen. “I came all the way into the city to help, and I know you three haven’t slowed down yet.”
It was satisfying to be teased like that from Gray, and Raiden grinned to himself as he rounded the corner, then took the stairs to the second floor. They’d filled out the living area with a couple walls and took advantage of the old plumbing setup to install a second bathroom. Each of the three men had their own corner of the place, with Raiden’s record player and punching bag hidden away behind a divider, Cash’s computer lair sprawling in the back corner, and Lawrence’s own personal lounge on a slightly elevated platform in the center. They kept their bed in the same position Cash used to have it, although it wasn’t unusual for one of them to take a night in the small guest room by the stairs, just for a little peace and quiet.
When Raiden emerged to the top of the stairs, he immediately spotted Cash and Lawrence. Lawrence was standing there in a pair of black boxer briefs and picking through his wardrobe while Cash laid casually across the golden couch, sipping a cocktail. “What about the blazer with the roses printed on it?” Cash asked.
Lawrence grabbed the blazer, then draped it over his chest. “Are you sure? Does this really say President of the Foundation to you?”
“Damn straight,” Raiden said, joining them. “Then again, anything you wear will say that, since you are.”
Laughing, Lawrence stuck out his hip, offering a pose. “You’re saying I should go to this reception naked?”
Jumping forward, Raiden spun him in his arms, and Lawrence laughed with surprise. “I’m saying we should all spend a little time naked before you go down,” Raiden growled. “Don’t you think?”
Cash appeared beside him, stroking the back of Lawrence’s head. “I think we’ve got time for some fun,” he agreed.
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y a few seconds later, the guys were tearing their clothes off each other. Raiden chuckled as he wrestled with Cash a little, then chased him with some spankings before they all jumped into the big bed and rolled around. They dynamic between the three of them was always growing and changing, which suited Raiden just fine. None of them were particularly kinky, but they all played with some dominant and submissive tendencies, and Raiden found he would spend weeks obsessed with plowing both men, only to have his attention switch over to the fun of doubling up on Cash with Lawrence. It was like they were always new together, but infinitely familiar, too.
They only played around for a little while that afternoon, finishing off by lying in a triangle and sucking each other off. Then they washed up in the shower and got dressed. Raiden ran down first, and Gray’s boyfriend Jameson was there, sparkling in a belted jumpsuit as he helped arrange snacks in the kitchen.
Lawrence and Seb had gotten the idea to start the foundation together, believing that they could build the kind of initiatives and public programs that would be needed to undo the damage Horizon had done. As the corporation crumbled and the executives were held to account by Congress and by the public, there were new openings to build a better world. The plan ran into a minor hitch when Lawrence’s trust fund and salary vanished in the Horizon fallout. Thankfully, Jameson had shown up and generously offered his own fortune to make the whole thing possible again. Although he would stay anonymous, he was really as much a part of the whole thing as any of them.
Over the next few hours, the space filled with familiar faces. Declan and Seb showed up early, each in matching brown suits, and Seb, Jameson, and Lawrence ran upstairs to plan the speeches together. Horatio arrived with a case of champagne, and when Lawrence’s friends appeared en masse, they immediately started snapping selfies and tweeting out their excitement for the initiatives. By the time Raiden welcomed the newest couple in their expanding family, Alexandria and Dee, his cheeks were aching from smiling so much.