It wasn’t like these ground rules were a hardship. Often they were completely unnecessary. The affection between the two of them had far more to do with comfort than with sexual gratification. But sometimes one or both of them just needed more, needed to get off, get out of their own heads, needed their version of—what did Noah call it?—Oh, yeah. Slow boning. Just without the bone. With Avi and Asa it was raw, wild. All teeth and claws and passion that sometimes made it hard to breathe.
With Felix and Zane it was soft and slow and just…comfortable. Easy.
“Somebody’s happy,” Felix teased, pressing a kiss to Zane’s chest.
“Sorry,” Zane said.
“Don’t be sorry,” Felix said, kissing Zane’s chest, then along his sternum. “You want me to help you with that?”
Zane gave a contented sigh, rocking into Felix. “Kinda. But I also kinda want the boys to come home.”
Felix did too. Being with Zane was fun and sweet and sexy, but Felix desperately wanted to get fucked. Hard. The kind of sex where he was stuffed so full of Avi he couldn’t think of anything else. But he also kind of wanted to watch Zane get fucked too. Watching Asa manhandle Zane was a weirdly twisted fetish Felix never would have guessed he had.
If Zane didn’t like what Asa did to him, Felix would feel like a monster. But Zane fucking loved it. He loved being slapped, spanked, bitten. He loved it when Asa made him cry, made him hurt. Zane looked so pretty when he cried. He looked so pretty when Asa was using him up, breeding him.
And Felix liked to watch. He liked getting fucked while he watched Asa punish Zane. He couldn’t help it. Felix was a visual creature and watching two people find their pleasure while Avi was invading him in every possible way just did it for him. Sometimes Asa would let Felix play too. Sometimes.
Fuck, now Felix was hard too. So hard. He rolled to Zane’s side, draping himself half over him. “I have an idea.”
“Okay?” Zane said, clearly confused.
Felix picked up his phone and clicked a button. Asa and Avi’s profile pics appeared side by side as the phone connected.
Avi answered first. “Hello?”
Before Felix could say anything, Asa answered, grinning when he saw the two of them wrapped around each other in the group bed. “Uh, what’s up, Lois?”
“Zane’s up,” Felix teased, his thumb tracing the outline of his cock now tenting his pants. “You guys should come home and play with us.” He pouted. “We’re lonely.”
Avi smirked. “You don’t look lonely.” After a second, he frowned. “How did you get home? I just dropped you at work two hours ago.”
Felix shrugged. “I Uber’d. I…was having a bad day.”
Avi’s face was an instant thunderstorm. “A bad day? Why? What happened.”
Felix sighed. This was why he’d gone home to Zane and not to Avi’s work. “It’s nothing,”
Zane clearly didn’t agree. “Some overly botoxed bitch named Bradley Fuckface said Felix’s designs were ‘trying too hard’ and that he was already a has-been at barely twenty-three.” Felix gaped at him. Zane’s eyes went wide. “What? That’s what he said. I didn’t say it was true.”
Felix pouted. “Yeah, but you didn’t have to say it out loud.”
“Why didn’t you call me?” Avi asked, voice icy.
Felix rolled his eyes. “For exactly this reason. You’re all growly and in attack mode like I can’t take care of myself. I didn’t want to talk about it and I didn’t want Zane to have to do a YouTube video about Bradley Fredrickson’s untimely death when you went bat shit and dragged him behind a moving car or something.”
Avi’s eyes lit up. “Oh, we’ve never dragged anybody behind a moving car before.”
Felix rolled his eyes, letting his hand skim up Zane’s chest, his fingers playing with his nipple. “Focus, boys.”
“Oh, I”m laser focused,” Avi promised, panning the camera down so they could see he was hard. Felix didn’t ask if it was them or the idea of dragging someone behind a car. Honestly, it could have been either.
“How about you,” Zane asked Asa.
Asa arched a brow. “Is that even a question, Lois?”
Zane gave Asa those wide innocent eyes, biting his lip for a split second before saying, “Show me?”
Asa slowly tilted the camera, revealing his form fitting black button down shirt and tailored pinstripe pants. He only dressed like that on days he was set to be in meetings. There was no mistaking the hard outline of his cock behind his zipper.
