Bateman said from somewhere to the right, dry as dust.“Save it for the debrief.”He was already on the father, already talking in the voice he used when the paperwork would be rough and the story would be clean.
Ty’s hands moved—checking pupils, checking ribs.“You with me?”
“Unfortunately,” Dale said, because the line would make Ty roll his eyes and rolling his eyes meant Ty was still here.
“Don’t pass out yet.I need you vertical long enough to yell at you,” Ty said.He pressed his forehead to Dale’s for one second in the only prayer Dale believed in.
“Get in line,” Dale said.He felt the floor tilt again, more insistently.The room narrowed to Ty’s breath and Oren’s shoulder and the terrible comfort of being where his people were.
“Absolutely not,” Ty said.“Hold on.”
Dale did.For another breath.Maybe two.Long enough to hear his name one more time in Oren’s voice, long enough to feel the cuffs leave his skin and stay gone.Then the dark he’d been keeping on a leash tugged twice, patient as a trained dog.He let it have him.
****
They’d left the lampslow because all of them liked to see the others clearly.It added to the moment when all five senses were used.
Dale lay on his back between the men who refused to let him drift too far from the center of their attention.Two weeks and change—enough time for the glue line at his scalp to be a pink memory and the rib to swear at him only when he forgot and reached for something wrong.Not long enough to stop his shoulder from twinging when Ty slid closer and Oren’s thigh caged his.
Not long enough to let him act like the alpha he was and not a man on a short leash.
Ty felt the thought hit and answered it with a quiet kiss to Dale’s shoulder.“Stop it,” he said into skin.“You’re here.We’re here.You don’t get to be the one calling the shots tonight.”
Oren’s palm settled over the center of Dale’s chest, a steady piece of weight.“Translation,” he said, deadpan.“We intend to love on you thoroughly and ignore your growling.”
“I am not growling,” Dale said.
“You keep telling yourself that, big guy,” Ty said.
He huffed and let the fight go.For a while it was the sound of their breathing and the soft slide of the sheets and the quiet way Oren held him like he would never let him go.Dale was all good with that
The click of the tube signaled that things were amping up, and Dale felt the cold slide of gel around his stiff cock and Oren got him ready.Dale groaned as Ty decided that looked like fun, and began to massage the lube into the sensitive ring of muscle he was no doubt planning to invade.
“Christ, that feels good,” he groaned as Oren moved his leg so that he straddled Dale’s waist and leaned forward, licking into Dale’s mouth.He knew the exact moment when Ty began to prepare Oren for him, because Oren shivered above him.He reached up to stroke his back, knowing that he was adding to the sensations.A few moments later, everyone was where they needed to be.Oren was impaled completely by Dale, his hands on Dale’s stomach, Ty’s tattoos on his arms, crossed over Oren’s body, a stark contrast to the pale expanse of his torso, head thrown back onto Ty’s shoulder.
Ty was pressed forward between Dale’s spread legs, his own knees outside Dale’s hips, and from the burning full sensation in his own ass, was buried balls deep within him, and no one moved.All of them so enthralled with this, the first moment of possession for them all, that they hesitated to shatter the peace before the inevitable storm that would no doubt rise within them.
“Fuck,” Dale groaned through gritted teeth. “Someone had better fucking move and I mean now.”
Ty huffed a laugh, making Dale groan at the vibrations that sent through his ass.“Translation—Please, someone fuck me.”
Oren looked down at him, face filled with lust.“My pleasure.”
And then they all moved together, Ty thrusting steadily into him, Oren riding him just the way he liked it, rushed movements with the odd smooth glide thrown in for pleasure, and at the same time, Dale slid his hands up and down the shaft of Oren’s cock, making sure all three of them were on this crazy ride to release together.
Their movements became rough, their breathing harsh, the room filled with the sounds of their mutual pleasure.Dale didn’t know who crested first, but they all seemed to shudder as they came with hoarse cries within moments of each other.
When Dale finally came back to his senses, Oren was slumped against his chest, breathing hard, and Ty was collapsed against his back, and Dale was the foundation of their love pile.A role he found he adored, and would no doubt play many, many times in their long future together.
When Ty and Oren were settled against his sides, and the three of them were tucked under the blanket of the huge bed that they shared, Ty murmured, “Hard to believe it was only a little over two weeks ago.”
Dale sighed.“Yeah.”
Oren’s thumb drew an idle line just under the scar at Dale’s jaw.“You scared us.”
“I scared me,” Dale said.“Woke up on my toes thinking I was somehow defying gravity.”He exhaled.“Not my finest hour.”
Ty made a small sound.“We had you inside ten minutes once we saw the footage, but it was still a lot longer than we were comfortable with.”
