The three of us lie across the couch and each other, completely fucking boneless. We stay there, tangled up for several seconds, just catching our breath.
“I’m gonna need some more of this,” Colt mumbles, his speech hoarse as we pull away from him. “But I need to lie down for a while. It's been a rough couple of days.”
Oh man. Poor guy. “So Destry’s taken care of?” I ask. “Any worries there?”
He shakes his head. “Nah. No worries. I think we made a good decision, and she’s doing this while she has a choice, which makes me feel a helluva a lot better.”
“I bet,” I say, rubbing his arm. “You know I’ve been through this with my brother, and he’s doing so well. It’s so worth it to give them the support they need.”
He nods, nuzzling his face in my hair.
“Why don’t we go to my bedroom?” Joaquin says, cupping Colt’s cheek, kissing him. “I have a big bed, and we can pile in there like puppies.”
Colt smiles at Joaquin, and I feel a little jealous. Needing to taste my two men, I turn Colt’s chin back and up, taking my turn at his mouth. I love how he leans against me like he can't get enough of me, like he's chasing the kiss.
We all agree that Joaquin’s idea is perfect, so we pick up the evidence of everything that went on down here, sanitize all the surfaces, and make our way up to Joaquin’s bed.
“Not gonna lie, I might fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow,” Colt says with a big yawn.
“Not gonna lie, you may wake up with me sucking or fucking you, or just wrapped around you in some kind of way,” I say, lying half on top of his body, soaking in the world-class cuddle.
“Stand in line, Wick,” Joaquin says, snuggling into Colt’s other half.
“Is this too much?” I ask, nuzzling into his freckled shoulder, my leg wrapped around his. Joaquin mirrors what I'm doing, and Colt shakes his head. “Nope. I might just be in fucking heaven.”
We grin, and he goes down for the count within a matter of seconds.
10
JOAQUIN
Iwake around three o'clock in the morning, needing to go to the bathroom. I carefully make my way off the bed, then look at these two men, highlighted by the moon. Dios mio, they’re beautiful. The way Warwick clings to Colt is interesting. I picked up on the fact that Colt has feelings for Wick, so I would've expected Colt to be the one clinging to Warwick, but no. And I wonder if Warwick knows what that means.
Probably not.
It makes me a little sad to think they might be a better match since they are closer in age. Warwick bitches about beingnearly middle-aged, but he's one of the most beautiful men I've ever seen in real life, whatever his age. Colt is not quite thirty, practically a baby, but not.
The way he took to both of us was brilliant. He didn't hold back, not even a little. He just let us give and take pleasure from his body. There was confidence about the way he did it too.
I need to stop thinking about it because I still have to pee, and I can't do that with a hard-on. I quickly make my way to the bathroom, totally naked, and take care of business. I decide at the last minute to wash my cock in the sink, still obsessed with the sexy-as-fuck men in my bed. Drying myself off, I make my way back into the room.
Since Warwick’s mouth is so convenient, I walk up to his side and lean over, supporting myself on the headboard, pushing my half-hard cock against his lips. He shifts underneath me, so I push again, this time past his lips, rubbing a bit of precum against his teeth. It's adorable to watch his body react as he shifts again. He makes a smacking sound with his mouth, his expression going from slack to slightly confused.
I press my cock against his lips again, slightly harder now, with a little more precum. Rather than pull away this time, I keep running it across the smooth enamel, getting more and more turned on. He closes his lips around me, sucking, instinctive. A little more pressure, a little more sucking as I thrust gently. He makes kind of a rumbly sound and increases the suction.
The movement jostles Colt, who blinks awake right away. He flicks his gaze over to Warwick, and when he sees me shallow-thrusting inside Wick’s mouth, he looks awfully thirsty. He grins and shifts, careful not to move the still-sleepy Warwick too much. He leans in and sucks on one of my balls, rolling it around with his tongue. Warwick’s eyes finally open, and he smiles around my cock. When he sees what Colt is doing, he smiles even more broadly.
“I thought we were going to wake up Colt,” he says when I pull away.
“You were easier access,” I answer, smacking his lips with my hungry dick. Colt lets go of my ball with a pop, then mutters, “Gimme some of that,” before devouring me.
Even at this weird angle, he’s making my eyes roll to the back of my head. Tapping Colt’s shoulder, I pull away to find a better angle, but then Warwick grabs my hips, dragging me down on top of them. Trying to untangle all the limbs becomes challenging when so many kissable, suckable options are available.
Finally, they drag me to the middle of the bed, and Colt whispers, “Lube, condoms,”to Warwick, who reaches over, grabbing the supplies from my nightstand.
Before I even know what's going on, Warwick has the condom on me, and I'm slicked up, lying on my back like a sundial. He and Colt do a quick game of rock, paper, scissors over my chest, and Colt pumps his arms in victory, then scrambles over me, sinking down onto my hardness before Wick can toss him off.
Wick’s eyes go wide. “Colt, fuck. Careful! He’s—”
