Chapter Twenty-Three
Andrew
Andrew wasn’t afraid of love. It was the expectations that came with it. And it wasn’t that Nick and Rory didn’t have expectations, everyone did, but they never tried to force him to be something he wasn’t, or feel things he didn’t, or do things he wasn’t ready for. They expected things like honesty, with the knowledge that everything else, like trust and respect, was earned. And honesty was something that should be given freely because people you cared about deserved to hear the truth.
“I love you, too. Both of you.” Andrew exhaled. His life, up to and including this day had been ruled by fear. Fear that he was broken because he wasn’t programmed like other people. He’d been afraid of his bisexuality for a while, mostly back when he still thought he loved Everett and when he’d been too afraid to admit his feelings.
Since meeting Nick, Andrew had valiantly tried to overcome his fears, but it was an uphill struggle for Andrew, who worried, despite all the evidence to the contrary, that he wasn’t enough for Rory and Nick. But while honesty had to be given freely, trust had to be earned. And Andrew trusted them.
After today, Andrew doubted he’d be scared of telling anyone how he felt. There were things in life that were a lot more terrifying than rejection or hurt feelings. Death. Unfinished business. Holding on to things that were left unsaid. Being left with regret. Andrew saw Rory swipe a tear from his cheek, then another. “Roar?”
Rory faced him, all smiles and watery-eyed. He swiped more tears away. “I’m fine. More than fine. Get over here and kiss me, both of you.”
Rory swiped a tear away as Andrew leaned in, then Rory grabbed Andrew’s face and kissed him hard on the mouth. He pulled away and smiled at Andrew. “You beautiful boy. You’ve given us so much. You’ve given me everything.” Rory kissed him again, slower, with more tenderness than Andrew ever thought possible. When the kiss ended, Rory smiled at him, then looked up at Nick and reached for him. Nick took Rory’s outstretched hand and hauled him to his feet. Rory wound his arms around Nick’s neck and brushed a brief kiss against his lips.
Rory broke the kiss, then leaned against Nick. He held his other hand out toward Andrew. “Come here, you.”
Andrew stood and stepped into the embrace. He watched Rory bite his lip and glance back and forth between him and Nick.
“Move in with me.” Rory blurted. “Both of you.”
Andrew could see the happy twinkle in Nick’s eyes.
“Really?” Nick asked.
The earnest way Nick voiced the question, so full of hope and mild disbelief, it shouldn’t have been funny, and Andrew felt ashamed for laughing but he couldn’t help it.
“Sorry.” Andrew said once he was able to get himself under control. “But Nick, the only thing living in your condo is a plant... a very dead plant. You already live here, you just haven’t made it official yet.”
Nick grinned at Andrew. “Fine then, wise ass, move in with us. I want you here. Roar wants you here.”
Rory slid a hand around Andrew’s waist and pulled him closer so he could bury his face against Andrew’s chest. “Please. I want you both here with me.”
“Yeah.” Andrew’s answer, given so freely and without hesitation, shocked him for a moment. He was used to turning every decision over in his mind until he’d thought of every possible outcome. He realized, that he did that out of fear. He’d often hoped that if he took long enough to think about a problem, that the perfect outcome would somehow present itself. But that wasn’t him trying to make the right decision. It was him avoiding making any decision at all because he feared what would happen if he chose wrong.
Rory and Nick weren’t the wrong choice. They were the only choice.
Bliss flooded through Andrew when Rory pulled him into a toe-curling kiss. He gripped the sides of Andrew’s face and crushed his mouth against Andrew’s. The hand that snaked down his back and cupped his ass could only belong to Nick, Andrew thought as Rory plastered himself against Andrew, like he was trying to get as close as possible but couldn’t get close enough.
Nick settled in against his back, Rory in front. Four hands groped at his body. Nick gripped his hair, tugged his head to the side and bit into his neck. Andrew bucked against Rory, who pulled away, made eye contact with Nick over Andrew’s shoulder, then looked at Andrew.
“Take him into our room, Nicky. Strip him down and lay him out on the bed.” Eyes the color of faded denim pinned him in place. “We’re going to play with the cub.” Rory reached up and cupped Andrew’s cheek. “Show him how happy he makes us.”
Nick took Andrew by the hand and led him back into the bedroom. Andrew grabbed the hem of his shirt and was going to strip it off when Nick grabbed his hands and stilled them. “No, Cub. You don’t need to do anything. You don’t need to think. You need to let go and let us take control.”
Andrew exhaled and relinquished control. He lifted his arms so Nick could tug his shirt over his head. Nick spoke to him in a quiet, but firm voice. “We’re going to take care of you. We’ll always take care of you. We’ll never do anything to hurt you.” Nick winked. “Not in any way that you don’t like. And if you want it to stop…”
Nick trailed off, waiting for Andrew to answer. “I say red.”
“Good boy. That’s exactly right.” Nick popped the button on Andrew’s pants and shoved his hand down the front, gripping Andrew’s cock, he gave it a few rough pumps. Andrew gasped and trembled and Nick yanked his hand away, then carefully stripped Andrew out of his clothing. “Get on the bed, Cub.”
Andrew climbed onto the bed and stretched out on his back. He leaned back on his elbows and stared at Nick as he stripped out of his clothing. Palming his cock, Nick looked at him and grinned. “Lay flat. Lace your fingers behind your head.”
Andrew did as he was told. He wanted to raise his head so he could see Nick again, but he didn’t want to do anything wrong. He didn’t want to disappoint them or make them think he wasn’t cut out for this kind of thing.
“What’s wrong, Cub? Look at me.” Andrew turned his head and saw Rory. Naked, glorious and his. And Nick’s. Theirs. The thought that Andrew got to have this floored him. He wasn’t anything special. Not like Nick with his quiet confidence and his need to help people. Or like Rory, who owned who he was unapologetically. But maybe, Andrew thought, if they were special, and they chose him, that meant he was special in some small way.
“Andrew?” Rory stood next to him, his beautiful uncut cock hung heavily between his legs. Rory leaned down and raked his fingers through Andrew’s hair. “Relax, okay? You’ve gone all stiff.” Rory grinned like the Cheshire cat. “Well, we like you stiff, but only certain parts.”
“I don’t want to mess up.”
Rory’s smile softened, and he leaned down, kissing Andrew on the forehead. “Everyone makes mistakes, but people who love you, love you even if you do make mistakes sometimes.” Rory kissed him on the mouth, his lips softly caressed Andrew’s and his tongue licked its way inside Andrew’s mouth, but only briefly before he pulled away. “Close your eyes. Your only job is to tell us when you’re going to come.”
Andrew let out a breathy laugh, then closed his eyes.
“Kiss him, Nicky.”
The bed dipped, and a warm, familiar body settled over his. Legs straddled him. A cock brushed against his own. Broad hands slid up his torso. A set of lips barely grazed his.
“I didn’t say to kiss his mouth, Nicky.”
Nick pressed a kiss to Andrew’s jaw. Then his throat. He peppered kisses across his collarbone. Down his chest. He flicked Andrew’s nipple with his tongue. And Rory kept commanding him to go lower. Nick kissed a trail down his stomach. He licked at the base of Andrew’s cock.
“Lower.”
Andrew whimpered. His legs twitched as Nick kissed the inside of his thighs. Nick’s hands roamed Andrew’s flesh, touching him everywhere he could reach, except his aching cock that bobbed in the air, leaking pre-cum, painfully devoid of friction. Andrew shuddered and twitched, arched his hips and humped mid air as Nick kissed down the inside of his thigh.
“Higher.” Rory commanded and finally a lube slick hand grabbed his cock. It had to be Rory’s hand, stroked him hard and fast. His grip was tight and almost painful, but so fucking good that Andrew bucked his hips, needing more.
“Suck, Nicky.”
He expected his cock to be engulfed in the wet heat of Nick’s mouth. Instead, Andrew spat out a curse when Nick laved his tongue across his balls, then took one into his mouth, gently caressing it with his tongue. Rory’s hand never stopped stroking Andrew’s cock. His slick palm slid over the head, causing Andrew to shiver and arch his back. His balls tightened as pressure built and Andrew managed to remember what he was supposed to do.
“Fuck. Close. I’m close.” Andrew panted and felt his face flush with embarrassment. Thirty seconds into getting his dick touched, and he was ready to blow. Unexpectedly, his cock suddenly bobbed in open air, his balls were no longer being sucked on. Andrew’s mouth hung open, and he moaned as his orgasm retreated. “Fuck. Shit. What the hell?”
Next to him now, Rory chuckled and kissed the corner of Andrew’s mouth. He didn’t speak. He hovered there as his hand once again gripped Andrew’s cock. Nick licked at his nuts again, his hands pushed Andrew’s legs further apart. The dual sensations of Rory jacking him while Nick licked and sucked on his balls quickly brought Andrew back to the edge.
“Oh god.” Andrew cried out and again, all sensation vanished. His cock twitched unhappily as it reached for an orgasm that retreated. Again.
His chest heaved. Sweat beaded on his forehead. And again they brought him to the edge. Andrew raised his head, seeking Rory’s mouth. He found it, and Rory pulled back. His dark chuckle made Andrew’s breath catch in his throat. “What’s the magic word, Cub?”
“Please. Please, Roar.”
Rory kissed him deeply, humming approval as his hand stroked down Andrew’s chest. Wet heat engulfed his cock and sucked him down to the base. Andrew arched his back and came, shouting muffled cries into Rory’s mouth. Rory kissed him while he trembled and shook and came in Nick’s mouth.
Fingers raked through his hair and Rory cooed words against his cheek as he peppered his face with kisses. Words like good boy and so beautiful. Words that spoke to something inside of Andrew and soothed it. He was good. Rory, who could do anything, who everyone loved, loved him and thought he was good. It was a validation that Andrew didn’t know he needed until he got it and he trembled.
“Open your eyes.” Rory said.
Andrew obeyed, reluctantly, because he felt like his whole soul was open, and that if they looked in his eyes they’d see everything about him. And then, that became the reason he opened his eyes. He wanted to share himself with them. His whole self.
Nick looked down at him and Andrew saw nothing but lust and affection in his gaze. He leaned in and Andrew opened for him and let Nick lick at the inside of his mouth. He tasted himself on Nick’s tongue. It was tangy and a bit salty, but not unpleasant.
“On your back Nicky.” Rory said and Nick pulled away. Andrew missed the sensation of Nick’s mouth on his, and maybe even the taste of himself on Nick’s tongue, but he wanted to find out what would happen next.
“Duty calls.” Nick winked at Andrew and stole another kiss, which earned him a sharp slap on the ass from Rory. Nick yelped, but then he made a sound in the back of his throat, a low guttural noise that got Andrew’s dick interested in what was about to happen.
Nick stretched out on his back and Andrew watched in awe as Rory rolled a condom down Nick’s cock. “Who here would be opposed to the idea of ditching these things as soon as possible?” Rory asked as he squirted some lube in his hand, then slicked the condom. Nick scoffed, Andrew swore, and Rory laughed. “Glad to see we’re all on the same page.”
Rory shuffled up Nick’s body and Andrew watched, mesmerized, as Rory skillfully slid down Nick’s cock. Rory looked at Andrew and smiled, his chest heaved as his breathing got heavier. “Hands above your head, Nicky. That’s a good boy.” Rory said as he started grinding his hips.
“Holy fuck.” Andrew palmed his cock, which was already half hard again and stared, mouth agape as Rory planted both hands on Nick’s chest and rode him hard. Flesh slapped together and Rory arched his spine, tilted his head back, and fucked himself on Nick’s cock.
Mesmerized, Andrew watched while Nick laid there, his hands above his head, gripping the headboard, his arms tense. Andrew wondered if Nick wanted to touch Rory as bad as he did. Rory’s head dropped, his chin rested against his chest, then he opened his eyes and caught Andrew’s gaze. Rory looked down and smiled when he saw Andrew stroking his cock.
“Get up here, Cub.”
Andrew rose to his knees and Rory gave him an amused grin as he ground his ass in slow circles. Nick groaned, and said Rory’s name like a curse, but Rory paid no attention to him. He smiled at Andrew. “I’m going to fuck Nicky, and I want you to kiss me while I do, but I think,” Rory stopped and closed his eyes for a second. Lost in lust, he moaned, then opened his eyes and looked at Andrew again. “I think Nicky should get you ready for me. Sit on his face, Cub.”
With remarkably little hesitation, Andrew straddled Nick, who finally let go of the headboard, grabbed Andrew’s hips, and swiped his tongue over Andrew’s hole. “Oh holy fuck.” Andrew gasped in surprise. Rory reached for him. Fingers wrapped around the back of Andrew’s head, he pulled him in for a kiss. Hard and fast, Rory thrust his tongue into Andrew’s mouth. He kissed Andrew with the same ferocity he used to fuck Nick, and the dual sensation of tongue-on-tongue and tongue-in-hole made Andrew grateful that he’d already orgasmed, or he certainly would have again.
Andrew kissed Rory until he was breathless and panting. He pulled away to catch his breath and Rory grabbed his hand. He brought it to his cock and shoved it into Andrew’s hand. He held it there, fucking himself on Nick’s cock, thrusting his cock through Andrew’s hand. Andrew looked at Rory, who had a devilish glimmer in his eyes. Rory’s chest heaved, his brow shone with sweat, and he was one hundred percent in control.
“Come for me Nicky.” Rory said as he fucked harder, snapping his hips. Nick bucked and tensed underneath him, then screamed his release against Andrew’s skin. Andrew closed his eyes as Rory kissed him again, tenderly, with lips that caressed and a tongue that tantalized. Rory kissed the corner of Andrew’s mouth. “On your back.”
As quick as he could manage, Andrew climbed off Nick, who wrapped his arms around Andrew as he settled on the bed next to him and pulled him close. Nick captured Andrew’s mouth and kissed him again, as Rory settled between Andrew’s legs, urging them apart. Nick kissed Andrew with so much passion and emotion that it made Andrew feel like it was his very first kiss as if all the other kisses before it had only been practice.
He gasped against Nick’s mouth when Rory slid a slicked finger inside Andrew, urging him to open. He raised a hand and clung to Nick, his other reached for Rory. Andrew trembled when Rory smoothed a hand up his torso and slid another finger inside him, coaxing him open. “Shhh, sweet cub. We’ve got you.”
Then, Rory’s mouth was there with Nick’s. Two tongues battled with his. Breath mingled. Stubble scratched. It was slightly awkward, but hot, and Andrew yearned to be closer to them. “Please.” Andrew pleaded.
Strong arms wrapped around him and held him tight as Rory slid inside, slowly, until every inch of him was inside Andrew. He leaned down and rolled his hips, moving a little, adding delicious friction to the almost-too-full feeling. Andrew watched as Rory leaned down and kissed Nick never breaking his rhythm.
Sweat dampened Rory’s hair. He gripped Andrew’s shoulders and drove into him hard and fast, then, he swooped down and slanted his mouth over Andrew’s. Rory’s wild abandon, his guttural moans, cries and pants sent Andrew over the edge. He came, again, and smiled as Rory collapsed on top of him. His lithe arms draped over him and Nick as he breathed heavily into Andrew’s neck.
“Mine. Both of you.”
Andrew exhaled. “Yours.”
Nick kissed the side of Andrew’s head. “Always.”