“Yeah,” I said simply because I had nothing else to say about it. Right now I didn’t know what was happening. Vail encouraged it, but all I’d let Fallon do was take my dick. We both liked the sex, but there could’ve been more for a while. A fucking coward, that’s what I was.
“Okay.” It seemed too easy to talk with Cillian, but he knew when to keep his mouth shut. It was one of his high points.
The door opened and Vail came back in, rushing to the bed with a wicked grin. “Good morning.” He leaned down to kiss me, and I grabbed him, pulling him into the bed beside me. He laughed and wrapped his leg around my thigh. “How are you feeling?”
I touched my hand to his hip and shrugged. “Better, I suppose.”
He hummed and slid his hand down his body, sneaking it into his boxers and cocking his head at me with a mischievous grin. It was hard not to return a smile as he slowly, and clearly, stroked himself. “Does that mean... you want some fun?”
Yes. No.My brain didn’t know what it wanted, even as my dick hardened for him. It almost felt like we were betraying Fallon for even thinking about it while he was in a coma. “I’d rather... wait until Fallon can join us.” I smirked. “That would be hot. Give him a reunion fuck.”
Vail laughed. “He would like that.”
“But that doesn’t mean we can’t... jerk each other off.” I waggled my eyebrows, and his laughter grew. “Show me how much you want it.”
He tugged down his boxers, exposing his nice dick, curved and hard and ready for action. His slim fingers wrapped around his length, stroking up and down slowly.
A hand on my stomach had me freezing. Cillian’s hot breath on my neck was a reminder he was still here, and so was the press of his dick against my ass.
“Want me to wank you off?”
He’d never asked to do a thing like that—hell, even though we’d admitted we found each other fuckable, Cillian didn’t usually touch me when we wrecked the same person. Yet the thought of his hand on me was hot.
“Yeah.”
He moved his hand down lower, and Vail’s gaze followed it until Cillian had slid it in my boxers and had his fingers wrapped around my dick. His palm was rougher than Vail’s—and a lot of other guys I’d let touch me—but it wasn’t bad, the texture nice against my sensitive skin. He rocked against me, but I didn’t dare move, afraid this moment’s escape from reality would disappear.
“Wow,” Vail whispered, eyes wide. “I never thought I would see the day that you two would be touching like this.”
Me either, yet I still convinced myself to reach behind to grab Cillian’s bulge and rub him through his boxers, and he grunted and rocked into the pressure of my palm. I unbuttoned the slit in his underwear. With pleasure steadily building in my groin, I slid my hand between the fabric, grabbing his uncut dick and smearing my finger over the head. It was fun to gather his precum on my thumb before spreading it down his length. He was much longer than Vail, and wider, but it was fucking nice to have my hand full of his wood.
He jerked my dick off faster, and I groaned, shoving my hips forward. And Vail, in all his beauty, was fucking himself with his own hand as he watched us, his mouth slightly open and his lips pink as he chewed on them. Vail came first, his hips jerking and cum splattering over me and the bed before Cillian and I followed.
I groaned as I released into my boxers, my balls emptying everything I had while Cillian did the same thing into my palm.
“Fuck yeah,” Cillian mumbled, and while I agreed, I didn’t say anything.
* * *
We gotto the hospital that morning by 8:00 a.m. like Vail had promised, and we didn’t talk about the event with me and Cillian, much to my relief. I didn’t think Rowen had any idea what had happened, and Cillian outright avoided my gaze. Vail kept smiling, but that was the type of person he was.
Vail and I went up to the ICU and we were permitted access. Fallon looked the same, still as pale and helpless with the tube in his mouth and the machine beeping with every breath he took; however, this time I noticed a small shake of his head.
“Fallon?” I inched closer and touched his cheek. “Can you hear us, boy?”
Another shake of his head had my breath catching, and Vail gasped.
“He can hear you,” the nurse said, appearing in the doorway of the glass wall that faced the hall.
She was a new face, but according to the nurse from the first night they swapped regularly so they didn’t get attached to patients. I stopped learning their names after the first shift change. This one had a kinder face, though, with blonde hair wrapped up in a bun on her head and a cheery smile. She appeared fresh, as though she’d only just started her shift, and seeing as it was a few minutes after eight, I assumed she had. They usually swapped around at 7:00 a.m. and 7:00 p.m., from what I’d gathered.
“The head shaking is normal,” she continued as she stopped in front of us, the usual iPad clasped in her hand. “It’s a good thing.”
“Right.” I stared at Fallon’s healing face and sighed, sitting down on one of the chairs near his bed. Vail took the other seat and gripped my hand in his.
“Are you Aspen? You’re on the approved list for updates, would you like one?” She glanced between us, and I nodded. “The doctor is happy with his progress. His ribs look great, and the lungs are healing well. Tomorrow we’re hoping to start reducing his sedation.”
“How does that work?” Vail asked, his gaze switching between Fallon and the nurse. “I’m Dr. Vail Mifflin, one of Fallon’s boyfriends. And this is Aspen, another one.”
