Chapter Twenty-Five
Rory
Rory swung his feet off the bed and onto the floor. He kept his hand on his cock, squeezing the base to keep himself from going off because watching Nicky go Dom; tying Andrew up, caressing his skin, laying rope against flesh, checking tension, all the details he paid attention to. The tiny adjustments Rory watched him make to ensure Andrew’s comfort. Then, Nick kissed their cub, and got on his knees, flipping the switch between Dom and submissive.
Rory padded over to Nick and cupped the underside of his chin. He meant to speak to him, to thank him, but instead he pressed his lips against Nick’s and kissed him deeply, his hunger and lust spilling out, demanding he take what he wanted. Breathless, he pulled away. “Nicky, beautiful, Nicky.” Rory’s gaze flicked to Andrew. “He looks lovely in blue. I feel like you’ve gift-wrapped him for me.”
Quickly stripping out of his clothes, Rory kicked them aside then snapped his fingers and watched Nick rise to his feet. He circled Nick, much the same way Nick had done to Andrew. Glancing down at Andrew, Rory smiled. He’d never watched Nick bind someone before. It was something they’d never shared, until now. Rory went to Andrew’s side and bent down, brushing a kiss to the end of his nose, then his forehead. He raked his fingers through Andrew’s hair, then, delicately followed the path the ropes made.
“I hope you’re enjoying yourself, cub.” Rory slid his hand down Andrew’s stomach and grabbed his cock. When he slid his hand up Andrew’s shaft, his eyes fluttered shut and he let out the most beautiful groan Rory had ever heard. “Get the lube and get him prepped Nicky.”
Andrew whimpered. His eyes were open again and trained on Rory. The adoration in Andrew’s gaze took Rory’s breath away. How he got so lucky, he had no idea. Rory heard the lube bottle open, and he saw the change in Andrew’s expression. His lips parted, his cheeks flushed and his chest heaved. Leaning down again, Rory slanted his mouth over Andrew’s. He wanted to taste his desperation. He wanted to feel Andrew’s need rise like a crescendo. He kissed him thoroughly, licking at the inside of his mouth, eating his whimpers and lust-choked mewls.
Pulling away, Rory petted Andrew’s cheek. “Help me turn him, Nicky. I want his mouth.” Rory watched Nick grab Andrew under the shoulder, he shoved an arm under his ass and spun him carefully. He checked the ropes again, making sure nothing pinched or bit or was tied too tight.
Rory locked gazes with Nicky and his heart practically burst. Two beautiful men. It felt surreal. He’d wanted Nicky for so long and a dozen times he almost gave in and took him, despite knowing it wouldn’t be fair. “Go on, Nicky. Take him.” He wanted to tell Nick that he’d earned this, that they deserved it, all three of them did because they’d all been so patient while they waited for life to cut them a break.
But it wasn’t life. It was Andrew and the scrap of bravery he found post rejection. It was Nicky and his loyalty. His devotion to Rory, to Andrew, to everyone he cared about. And it was Rory too, for not letting Nick take less than he deserved. And he deserved everything. They all did.
Transfixed, Rory watched Nick sink into Andrew. He watched Nick grab a hold of Andrew’s hips as he dragged his cock slowly out and thrust inside, hard and deep. Andrew gasped, and Rory looked down at him. His head hung off the end of the bed, forcing him to look up at Rory. Rory gripped his cock with one hand and Andrew’s cheek with the other. Rory smiled, Nicky had thought of everything. “If you need me to stop, Cub, tap my leg, understand?”
Andrew swallowed, nodded, and forced the words out. “Yes, Sir.”
Biting his lower lip, Rory slid his cock into Andrew’s open mouth. “I know you haven’t done a lot of this.” Rory said as he tested out a few shallow thrusts. “If you need me to stop, I’m not going to be disappointed, okay, Andrew.” Andrew closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then flicked his tongue against Rory’s cock. “That’s a good boy.” Rory cupped Andrew’s head gently and inched his cock toward Andrew’s throat.
Andrew’s eyes watered when he started to gag and Rory pulled back. “It’s okay, Cub. You’re doing so good.” Rory lifted his gaze and stared at Nick. He wanted to get a photographer in here to capture the look in Nick’s eyes and the flush of his skin. He wanted to immortalize the ripple of his muscles when he thrust inside Andrew. He needed to capture the moments and hang them on the wall of their room. Andrew’s skin, bound in rope, would look amazing on the wall next to a picture of Rory’s hand on his throat, feeling his cock through the layer of flesh and muscle.
His gaze trailed back up to Andrew’s face. Glassy eyes stared back at him, tears leaked down his face, he blinked and more spilled. He watched Andrew fist the sheets and close his eyes. Andrew released his hold on the sheets with a sigh and every muscle in his body relaxed. He watched Andrew let go and Rory’s heart soared.
“Roar.” Rory’s gaze snapped up and held Nicky’s. Nicky, who would submit for no one else, submitted for him. Nicky, who needed both sides of the coin, balanced on the razor thin edge for him, for them, and stood before him, begging for his own release. “Roar, please. Roar.”
Everything Rory had always wanted and never dared dreaming about had landed in his hands. Happiness swelled inside him like a sunrise. “Make the cub come first, Nicky.”
Nick wrapped his hand around Andrew’s cock. It only took a couple of strokes before Andrew shouted around Rory’s cock and spilled cum all over his stomach, coating Nick’s fingers. Nick’s hips snapped and Rory looked on, his own release pooling in his balls, his breathing ragged and desperate, as Nick thrust deep and came with a shout.
Pulling out of Andrew’s throat, Rory stroked his aching cock hard and fast, the way he liked it best, and painted Andrew’s chin. His lips. His cheek. Andrew opened his eyes and blinked at Rory as he poked his tongue out and licked the cum off his lip. Rory bent down and brushed a kiss against Andrew’s cum-covered lips.
He stroked Andrew’s cheek. “You best get the cub untied, Nicky.” Though Andrew looked sated and limp, Rory worried about his comfort and his circulation. Nicky obeyed instantly, quickly untying his legs, he lowered them down to the mattress gently, one at a time. Nick undid the ropes from Andrew’s thighs and tossed them aside before gently pulling out. He gathered Andrew into his arms and sat him up.
“Wrap your arms around me, Cub. That’s a good boy.” Rory climbed onto the bed and sat behind Andrew. He watched Nick find the knot of the harness and undo it. Nick, he realized, could tie someone up while blindfolded and that bit of knowledge sent shivers down his spine. He stroked Andrew’s skin and watched as Nick cradled Andrew against him and undid the harness. It was a bit awkward, and it probably took a bit longer this way, but it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
When the rope finally fell away and the only thing that remained were faint red marks that would soon disappear, Andrew fully relaxed in Nick’s arms. “Lie down with the cub, Nicky.” Rory leaned close and stole a quick kiss from each of them. “I’ll get us some water.” Rory grinned at the streak of cum on Andrew’s cheek. “And maybe a cloth. We made a mess of the cub.”
Nick grabbed at his hand, clutching his fingers. “Stay. We’re fine. Don’t need water, only you. Besides,” Nicky swiped a finger through the cum on Andrew’s cheek and licked it clean. He repeated the action until Andrew’s cheek and chin were relatively clean. “You taste good.”
Rory shifted them around until he could sit at the top of the bed, with his back against the headboard. Nick and Andrew lay together, half tangled with each other, half laying on him. He gazed down at his men and traced the lines of their cheekbones. The shell of their ears. He touched their sweat-damp hair, brushing it off their foreheads. “You two are the most beautiful and precious things in the world. I love you.” Rory thought of the collars that were still safely stored in his office at work and he wondered if it would be too soon. They’d all decided that they were it for each other. They wanted this, and no matter how unconventional it looked to other people, they didn’t care. That wouldn’t stop them from wanting it.
His men dozed while Rory watched over them, raking his fingers through their hair, gazing at them. He’d want these moments captured the most of all. These precious moments when they’d let go of everything and simply existed with him, free of worry and angst and fear and filled with hope, love, and peace.
Nick blinked at him a few times, then smiled softly. “Hey you.”
Tracing a finger across Nick’s lips he shushed him. “You’ll wake the cub.”
“The cub is already awake.” Andrew muttered sleepily.
“How are you feeling?” Rory asked him. He worried about Andrew most of all. He wanted to make sure he never regretted falling for not one, but two men. He wanted every moment and every encounter to be as special for them as it was for him.
“Hungry. Sticky. Need to piss.” Andrew snuggled closer. “Happy.”
He smiled down at Nick and raked a hand through Andrew’s hair. “Get the cub into the shower, Nicky. I’ll get dressed and get us something to eat.”
He watched Nick climb out of the bed first. He reached for Andrew and tugged him to his feet. “You should join us.”
The thought was tempting, but Rory needed to put the rope away and get them something to eat. He thought about eating the leftovers from earlier, but then he thought that they might want Thai instead, it was their favorite. “Next time.” Rory winked at them as they left the room.
He tidied the rope, put the lube away and gave the room a cursory glance before deciding it was good for now, then headed down to the kitchen. He opened the drawer below the coffee maker and pulled out a stack of menus. Spreading them on the counter he looked at the options. He braced his elbows on the counter and let it hold some of his weight. Part of him regretted not joining them in the shower, but he wanted to make sure they were taken care of. He could shower later.
“Roar?”
Rory turned his head and blinked at Nick. “Hey.”
Andrew stood behind Nick. Both were damp from their shower and wore low slung cotton lounge pants and matching looks of concern.
“You were lost in space. You okay, Roar?” Nick put a hand on Rory’s shoulder and urged him closer.
Rory blinked. “I’m fine. I was trying to decide on what take out I wanted.”
“You didn’t get dressed.” Nick sounded more concerned than amused.
“Is something wrong with him?”
Nick, like a fucking superhero, swept Rory up into his arms. Rory would normally protest, but he didn’t have the energy.
“He’s fine. Just a little Dom Drop.”
Rory snuggled into Nick and breathed in his freshly showered scent. He listened while Nick took him to the couch and wrapped him in a blanket.
“Dom Drop is like Sub Drop, but it’s a little less common. Sit here, Andrew, wrap your arms around him. That’s a good boy.” Rory let himself be passed from one man to the other. “It only happens to Rory occassionally. I didn’t know what to do the first time, so Rory, being the control freak that he is, gave me standing orders to put him on the couch, cuddle him and tell him if he did a good job, and then feed him and hold him while he sleeps through one of his favorite movies.”
Andrew kissed the top of Rory’s head. “I can do that.” Strong hands smoothed up Rory’s back, and he felt like purring. Nick had draped a heavy blanket over them and Rory was glad he was naked, or he’d have been too hot curled up against Andrew. As it was, it felt pretty perfect.
Once Nick made the takeout order, he settled in on the couch and pulled Rory’s feet into his lap. He rubbed in slow circles, kneading the muscle gently.
“This is nice.” Rory mumbled, still cradled in Andrew’s arms.
“This is perfect.” Andrew said, holding Rory a little tighter.
“I’m keeping you. Both of you.”
Nick laughed softly, “You couldn’t get rid of us if you wanted to.”
“Keeping you.” Rory repeated, as he dropped closer to sleep. “Forever.”