My heart hurt and my cock throbbed, and then Jake cried out. The sound of their skin slapping in the room sent a shiver down my spine, and I wanted more than anything to….
“Keep going,” Declan said. I didn’t know if he was talking to me or Jake, but I shuddered.
“Thinking about you while I’m gone makes me want to touch myself all the time. I jerk off anywhere I can. In the car. In strange bathrooms. In my bed at night. I think about you day and night. You’re on my mind every second of every day. I want your mouth. Your ass. Your warm arms.”
“I’m coming,” Jake yelled, and I snapped my eyes open, feeling like a perv yet unable to stop myself. His back bowed and his hand was under himself. His arm moved fast. He must be jerking off, but his head was turned to the side, and I could see the exquisite expression of pleasure on his face. Declan roared and buried himself deep in Jake, his thick, toned ass muscles clenching.
My cockhead was cold where it was straining against my pants, and when I glanced down, I was mortified. There was a wide wet spot where my slit must be pressed to the fabric. Had I ever leaked that much in my life, let alone enough to soak denim? I stared and couldn’t believe it.
“You’re the perfect man,” I said, and Jake groan-laughed and sort of flopped onto his stomach with his arms out to his sides. Declan followed him down, and now that they were done, I was left there with my awkward hard-on while they were both sleepy and satisfied. Jake laid the nicest kiss on Declan’s shoulder. I stood and went toward the door on trembling knees.
“Bathroom,” I gasped as I sprinted the last few steps. I escaped out into the hallway and quickly found the bathroom. I went inside, flipped on the light, and then closed and locked the door. Turning, I leaned my back against the wall and bit my lip. My pants were a fucking trap as I tried to get them open, and when I finally did, I jerked my sensitive cock fast and held my breath at the too-good sensation. All I could see in my mind was Declan plowing Jake—hard. I’d only ever had a couple of times with a man that were purely about getting off, but the best part of tonight was the way Declan and Jake had looked at each other, like they’d die if they couldn’t be together.
Tears slipped down my cheeks and electric sparks slammed my gut. I held my hand in front of my cock as I tried to catch my cum so I wouldn’t spray it anywhere in their nice house. The rush of satisfaction was fantastic, but as the last spasm rocked my cock—it was lonely. I wanted…. I shook my head and didn’t let myself think stupid thoughts as I caught most of the jizz. On shaky legs, I went to the sink to wash my hands.
There was a light knock on the door, and I froze, dripping cum into the sink. My face was flushed, and my lip was swollen from where I’d been biting at it. I had one hand on the faucet knob.
“Are you okay?” Jake’s gentle question had me relaxing a fraction.
“Yeah, sorry. I’ll be out in a sec. I don’t drink much. Had to… you know.”Fucking idiot. Say something better. Believable!“Had to piss.”
My cold cum dribbled off my fingers. Quickly I turned on the faucet and washed my hands. I fixed my pants and tried to tug my sweater down as far as it would go to cover the wet spot.
When I opened the door, Declan and Jake were both out there in their boxers, handsome and far too close to naked for my racing mind. Jake bit the corner of his mouth, and I couldn’t help but gape at all of his beautiful tattoos. He preened and stood taller.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare,” I said, forcing my attention back to his face. “I just couldn’t see them that well in the bedroom. They’re beautiful.”
“Oh, you’re trying to steal my husband. I know your game now,” Declan said with a laugh, but the same as before, he seemed more like he was flirting than serious.
I shrugged and my face felt too hot, so I scrubbed at it with my hands. I caught a whiff of cum and wasn’t sure if it was me or them.
Jake brushed a finger over the back of my hands and surprised me into dropping them to my sides. “Do you have any tattoos?”
“No. I’ve always lived in a small town. Where I lived before was light-years away from New Gothenburg. I had to… well, it was better to just blend in, you know?”
He pursed his lips and nodded.
“But you’re all right?” Declan asked, and he gave Jake a quick look, like he was checking him over, too.
“Yeah,” I croaked, and that weird pain twisted up in me again as I stared back at him. “Do you… still want me to stay?”
“Yes!” Jake gushed. “Let me show you your room.” He hooked a hand in my elbow and practically dragged me off my feet after him.
8
Declan
I stareddown the hallway and watched as Jake led Logan into the spare room we usually kept ready for visiting family or friends. It wasn’t difficult to figure out what had happened in the bathroom, but it wasn’t easy to tell him it was okay, either. Anyone would get hard seeing two people have sex, and I didn’t care what orientation you were because as far as I was concerned, making love was sexy, no matter the gender between the people.
Jake and I sometimes watched porn together, experienced the lust beside each other rather than in private. Sex was an adventure, and we wanted to explore it with each other. Explaining that to someone else was a little harder. Everyone thought we needed to spend more time apart, but I never felt the need to get away from Jake. If anything, playing away games were the most difficult times because I wanted to come home to my husband.
I sighed and went into the bedroom, grabbing a clean set of pajamas for myself and Jake before I headed back to the bathroom. Plugging the bathtub, I turned the knobs and let it fill. While the water ran, I dumped salts in the bath to help with my sore muscles. I had early practice tomorrow and Sunday, and then we’d be heading out for another out-of-town game. I wanted to spend as much time with Jake and Logan as I could before I left.
This was turning out to be a hell of an anniversary weekend. I grinned.
The tub was nearly full when I turned the faucet off. I slid down my boxers, then stepped into the water, moaning as the heat enveloped my sore muscles. I took a seat. My cock was still sensitive, tingling from my recent orgasm, and even though I’d emptied my balls, I didn’t dare touch them in case I got hard again. As much as I’d enjoy making love to Jake again, we had a guest in the house we didn’t want to scare away.
I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, the scent of the bath salts and the heat of the water soothing the tenseness in my muscles until my limbs turned to Jell-O.
