Chapter Fifteen
Andrew
Andrew didn’t know how to do this, any of it. The idea of sex with a guy, or two, wasn’t the thing that freaked him out. It was the not knowing how. The fear of not being good enough, or good at all, of somehow letting Nick and Rory down was bigger than the fear of having sex with them.
Nick had already tugged them into Rory’s bedroom and whipped his shirt off. Their date in the park had been amazing. And all day long Nick had whispered dirty things to Andrew, telling him in detail what he wanted to do to him. Andrew was eager and apprehensive. He felt like his skin was on too tight. Then Rory said his name and trailed his fingers down Andrew’s arm.
Nick’s hands slid under Andrew’s shirt. His breathing hitched when Nick’s tongue flicked his earlobe. “You think too much, Andrew.”
Andrew chuckled and raised his arms so Nick could pull his shirt off. His shirt vanished and Nick’s warm skin pressed against him. Rory looked up at him, his hands explored Andrew’s naked torso. They fanned over his bare chest, up to his shoulders, down his arms.
“He wants to know that you want this.” Nick peppered Andrew’s neck with kisses as he spoke. Each one sent shivers through him.
Andrew’s chest heaved, and he looked at Rory, who stared back at him. He stayed still, watching Andrew, waiting for permission. Andrew didn’t want to speak, he didn’t want the tremor in his voice to betray how bad he wanted this. He nodded, and half expected Rory to smile at him, instead, Rory reached up and cupped his cheek in his hand and pulled Andrew down to him.
Andrew closed his eyes and gave himself over to the sensation of Rory’s soft lips, his gentle kiss, and his insistent tongue. Nick’s mouth trailed kisses across Andrew’s bare shoulders. His hands wandered all over his body, mapping every inch of him. Andrew couldn’t suppress the way his hips thrust to meet Nick’s touch when his hand slid down to Andrew’s cock.
Andrew swayed as a needy moan wrenched free and was swallowed down by Rory, who licked the inside of Andrew’s mouth. Nick’s powerful form pressed against Andrew, his hands steadied him.
“We’ve got you, Andrew.” Nick crooned softly as his fingers worked on the button of Andrew’s pants. “You say the word and we stop.” Andrew’s button popped free and Nick unzipped his jeans.
Andrew’s head swam by the time Rory broke the kiss. He licked a trail down Andrew’s neck. As Rory’s tongue flicked out and caressed Andrew’s nipple, the words came out on an exhale. “Don’t stop.”
Lust unfurled, like a blossom opening inside of him, and Andrew reached for Rory. He slid his fingers through Rory’s soft strands of blue and Rory looked up at him, long lashes framed light blue eyes, and he finally gave Andrew the wicked grin he’d been waiting for.
“Did Nicky tell you what we wanted to do to you, Andrew?” Rory hooked his fingers into the top of Andrew’s pants and slowly bent, dragging his pants down his legs. Rory held eye contact the whole time, his unwavering gaze was a comfort to Andrew, who saw nothing but raw lust and unabashed approval.
He swallowed and tried to speak, but he couldn’t say the words. Nick had talked dirty to him half the day. Touching him, whispering things in his ear that got his pulse racing. He’d spent half the day praying that no one noticed the bulge in his jeans.
“Yes.” Andrew managed to squeak out when the heat of Rory’s breath soaked through the slightly damp fabric of Andrew’s briefs. Rory’s fingers trailed along Andrew’s stomach, right above the waistband.
“Did he tell you that I was going to do this?” Rory leaned in and mouthed the head of Andrew’s cock through his briefs.
He closed his eyes. There were too many things to keep track of, too many sensations. Rory on his knees, his fingers hooking his underwear and dragging them slowly down his legs. Nick behind him, his hands only leaving Andrew’s body for a moment, the rasp of a zipper giving away what he was doing.
Nick kissed a trail down Andrew’s back. His hands gripped at Andrew’s skin, groping, grabbing, caressing. The tip of a tongue flicked across the top of his crease.
“Fuck.” Andrew gasped and put his hand on Rory’s shoulder for support. His legs felt like mush and he sincerely doubted their ability to keep him upright. He opened his eyes and watched Rory as he pulled Andrew’s pants off the rest of the way.
“Kiss him, Nicky.” Rory’s tongue slicked along his lower lip.
Andrew expected Nick to grab him and yank him into his arms. Instead, a slick, wet, tongue slid up the crease of Andrew’s ass.
“Jesus.” Andrew’s fingers dug into Rory’s shoulders and he panted as Nick did it again. “Can we…” Andrew glanced at the bed and Rory nodded.
Andrew watched as Rory stood, and in a fluid movement, pulled his shirt off at the same time. He unbuttoned his light grey trousers and shoved them over his hips. They pooled at his feet and got kicked away.
Rory took Andrew’s hand. “You’re so beautiful, Andrew.” Rory climbed up onto the bed and made himself comfortable in the center. He tucked one hand behind his head, the other wrapped around his cock.
Andrew didn’t join Rory on the bed right away. He was held in place by Nick’s powerful arms. A thick cock pressed against the crease of Andrew’s bare ass. Andrew gave into the urge and pressed back against it. Nick growled in his ear.
“Mmm. Like that do you?” Nick reached around and wrapped his hand around Andrew’s cock. “Tell me you want this, Andrew. I can’t do this unless you’re sure.”
“I’m sure. Please. Fuck. Nick.” He tried not to dwell on the needy, begging tone in his voice. The way his words came out sounding desperate and breathy.
Nick gently nipped at his ear lobe. He pumped Andrew’s cock, and he felt Nick smile against his skin when he arched into the motion, seeking more.
“Get on the bed.”
Rory let go of his cock and spread his legs wide, making a space between them. He extended his hand to Andrew. “Come here, Andrew.”
Andrew knelt on the bed, doing his best to ignore the condom and the bottle of lube that appeared out of nowhere. He crawled toward Rory, who openly stared at him. The weight of their gazes on him made him self conscious. Rory’s finger crooked, and he raised an eyebrow. “Come here, Andrew. Let me hold you.”
Andrew climbed up the bed and into Rory’s arms. It was a little awkward, and a lot hot, the way their cocks were squished together between their bodies, but Rory wrapped his arms around him and smoothed his hands over Andrew’s skin as he pressed a kiss to his lips and any awkwardness he felt, vanished.
Andrew gasped in Rory’s mouth when hands slid up the back of his thighs. Nick gripped each globe of Andrew’s ass firmly. He used his knees to spread Andrew’s legs apart. The mattress dipped when Nick placed a hand on it and leaned down. Andrew clung to Rory, who stroked a hand over Andrew’s cheek, as Nick kissed and licked his way down the center of Andrew’s back.
Andrew guessed what was coming, but nothing prepared him for the sensation of fingers parting his cheeks, and a hot, wet, tongue sliding over his exposed hole.
Andrew gasped and broke the kiss. His chest heaved, and he buried his face in the crook of Rory’s shoulder.
“Fuck.” Andrew whimpered as Nick’s tongue traced along the rim.
Nick’s hand smoothed up Andrew’s back as Rory’s smoothed down. Andrew wondered if they were looking at each other. He could’ve sworn their fingers touched before Nick’s hands slid back down to spread Andrew’s cheeks again.
Rory kissed the top of Andrew’s shoulder. “Relax, Andrew.” He crooned in a low tone. “Deep breath.”
Andrew inhaled as Nick licked him slowly. He started at Andrew’s balls, then slowly dragged his tongue across Andrew’s taint, then slid it around his rim. He panted against Rory as Nick’s tongue stabbed at the muscle, loosening it. He moaned against Rory’s skin. His hands never stopped moving across Andrew’s skin. He stroked him, soothed him, whispered calming words in his ear.
“You’re so good Andrew.” Rory crooned as Nick’s finger breached his ass. It didn’t sting, or hurt, but the intrusion felt strange. Nick gripped Andrew’s ass with his other hand and kneaded the flesh. He rocked forward, his aching cock had leaked pre-cum all over Rory.
“Nicky’s going to open you up, Andrew. He’s going to take it nice and slow for you.” Rory peppered kisses along Andrew’s shoulder as he spoke. His fingertips dragged down Andrew’s ribcage, mapping the gentle hills of his rib bones. “Aren’t you, Nicky?”
Behind him, Nick growled. “God, yes. You should see this ass, Roar. Fucking perfection.”
Andrew closed his eyes and let the world disappear. Rory beneath him, Nick behind him. It was all that existed. It was the only thing he needed. Nick fucked him with a single finger for a long time, until the intrusion didn’t feel like an intrusion anymore and he started to rock back on Nick’s finger, seeking more.
“Take a breath, Andrew.” Rory cooed quietly. His tongue slid along the shell of Andrew’s ear, causing him to shudder. Andrew inhaled and something bigger than a single finger entered him. He hissed through clenched teeth, then Rory grabbed Andrew’s face and crushed their mouths together.
Rory’s tongue invaded his mouth and helped dull the sting of the penetration.
“Fuck, that’s so hot. The two of you. Christ, Andrew. You don’t know how much I want you right now.”
Andrew broke away from the kiss. Sweat started to bead across his forehead. His body felt infinitely light, like they had pumped him full of sunshine and bliss and when Nick’s fingers twisted, then pulled out of Andrew’s ass, he felt suddenly, unbearably empty.
“Please, Nick. Please.” Andrew couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted something so bad, bad enough to be willing to beg for it, maybe never. But he wanted it now. Wanted Nick inside him and Rory under him. He wanted to be surrounded by them, to share this with them.
Rory cradled the back of Andrew’s head. His slender fingers caressed his scalp and his other hand smoothed down Andrew’s side. “Shhhh.” Rory’s lips ghosted against Andrew’s cheek. “Nicky’s going to give you what you need.”
Rory bucked his hips, grinding into Andrew, pinning their erections together. His attention was redirected for a moment. He couldn’t help but tense when he heard a condom wrapper tear behind him. The sound of the lube bottle clicking open was followed by a squelching sound as Nick lubed his cock.
“Kiss me, Andrew.”
Andrew gasped against Rory’s mouth when the head of Nick’s cock pressed against his ass.
“Just kiss me.” Rory commanded again before using his hand and yanking Andrew down to his mouth. His chest heaved, his tongue sought Rory’s, and he kissed him. He fisted the bedding as Nick slid in, inch by inch, a slow descent into ecstasy.
Andrew whimpered into Rory’s mouth. He felt full. Stretched. Flayed wide open, body and soul. Nick stopped when he was fully seated and Andrew felt Nick’s legs tremble.
Nick smoothed a hand up Andrew’s back, then down again, waiting patiently for a signal, for permission to move, to chase the euphoria that Andrew imagined they felt. Beneath him Rory was soft and pliant, but steady and soothing. He pressed more gentle kisses against Andrew’s mouth and when he nodded and Nick started to move, he plunged both his hands into Andrew’s hair, and kissed him hard.
Nick slid out, then back in. His hands gripped Andrew’s hips. His weight pinned Andrew against Rory as his pace increased. Too breathless to keep kissing, he pulled away and rested his forehead against Rory’s.
Nick pulled back, then slammed into Andrew. His cock pressed against Andrew’s prostate, briefly, but the touch felt like an explosion inside him. His body jerked, his trapped cock glided against Rory’s and Andrew cried out in a voice too high pitched to be his. “Oh holy fuck. That’s intense.” Andrew’s grip on the sheets tightened.
“You’re doing so good, Andrew.” Rory’s hands continued their mission to stroke every bit of available skin they could reach. Rory arched his hips and bucked against Andrew. Andrew’s balls tightened and he whimpered again in a tone dripping with desperation. “Shhh. It’s okay, Andrew. You’re doing so good. Taking Nicky’s cock so good. You’re a good boy, Andrew. Isn’t he a good boy, Nicky?”
Nick slammed into Andrew, then his chest pressed against Andrew’s back, he braced himself to keep most of his weight off them, but the sudden warmth, and the proximity of both men made him feel as if he were in a cocoon, all wrapped up in skin and dripping with sweat, he felt safe, and cherished. Then Nick’s breath washed over the back of his neck and Nick’s lips touched Andrew’s skin. A kiss was pressed below his ear and Nick’s low voice was accompanied by the tilted hips and a thrust so deep he saw stars behind his eyes. “He’s a good boy. So good for us, Roar. Our boy.”
Andrew wanted to agree. He wanted to pant out the words and tell them he was theirs for as long as they would have him, but he couldn’t. Instead he let go of the bedding and clung to Rory as Nick fucked him, faster and faster. With every thrust, Andrew’s cock glided against Rory’s.
Behind him, Nick’s voice could be heard, but Andrew couldn’t make out what he was saying above the roar of blood in his ears, the rasping breaths that mingled with Rory’s and his own desperate whimpers and cries as the dual sensations shattered him. His orgasm ripped through him. He pushed back against Nick, taking him deeper, then thrust forward, his cock sliding against Rory’s skin as he screamed and came. Andrew felt Nick orgasm, his cock grew, impossibly, and Nick’s grip on Andrew was unforgiving and would probably leave bruises on his hips.
Andrew collapsed against Rory, who chuckled darkly and peppered his shoulder with kisses as he stroked his hands up and down Andrew’s back. Andrew hissed a little when Nick pulled out. The bed dipped when Nick climbed out and Andrew was left to wonder where he’d gone. A minute later the bed dipped again.
“Come here.” Nick smoothed his hand down Andrew’s back. Andrew climbed off Rory, who smiled up at him with warmth and affection.
“Go to Nicky. He needs to cuddle you for a while.” Rory reached up and brushed Andrew’s cheek with the tips of his index and middle fingers. “You were beautiful, Andrew.” Rory glanced at Nick. “Thank you.”
Andrew wondered what Rory thanked him for, then he saw Nick pass Rory a washcloth. Rory wiped it down his chest and stomach, mopping up the cum. Andrew glanced down and strangely, pride swelled in him when he realized that Rory had come too.
Nick reached for Andrew and pulled him close. He cupped Andrew’s cheek in his palm, warmth and mirth and something that looked a lot like happiness made Nick’s smile sparkle as he leaned in and brushed a tender kiss to Andrew’s lips. Nick kissed him for a long time. After, Rory rolled over and molded himself to Andrew’s back, his arm slung around Andrew’s middle. And later, Andrew fell asleep in the arms of both men.