“Hey I’m fine, we don’t have to go,” Luis said. “You need to eat.”
“I can eat at home.” Karim coaxed Luis onto his feet. “Besides, there’s something more fun that we can do there. Something that if I try here, we’ll get banned for public indecency and Julien will be pissed.”
Luis faltered, and didn’t miss in his peripheral as Julien swiveled his head to look back at them.
“I think he heard you,” Luis said.
“Good, that was the idea,” Karim said, arm around Luis as he started to guide him out of the bar. “Need everyone to get in on my new plan.”
Luis snorted, but didn’t fight it as he was guided out.
Since they’dlet the pressure outthe prior week, Karim had been insatiable. Not that Luis was complaining. He’d been making the drive over after work, in the small hours every night, to see them.
There’d been talking and boundary exploration and a lot,a lotof kissing.
Which was what they did the second Karim had him outside, turning and pushing Luis against the brick exterior. He was glad then that Karim hadn’t had a drink yet.
“Not here,” came Julien’s accented tones. They broke apart to find his disapproving look. “Car, now,” he ushered.
Luis got the keys out of his pocket as Karim pulled him quickly toward the parking lot. Julien plucked the keys right out of his hands.
“I’ll drive,” Julien said. “You two in the back, I can tell he’s going to be a problem.”
“What?” Karim said with faux offense that made Luis laugh.
Then Luis was being all but tackled into the backseat and kissed again. “Ka–mmf– we have to buckle.”
But Karim ignored that, kissing down to Luis’s neck while his hands roved over Luis’s clothes. “You’re ours, aren’t you?” Karim whispered, low and heavy.
Luis shivered. Oh. So that was what this was about.
“Karim, seatbelt,” Julien said as he got in the driver’s seat.
Karim blew out a breath, but backed off, helping Luis up to sitting. “Fine,” he grumped, and did his own belt as Luis fumbled with his own.
He’d gone from panic to arousal in no time flat, and his body was thrumming with adrenaline. He clicked his belt, feeling the weight of Karim’s attention.
They couldn’t get home fast enough.
By the time Julien pulled the car into the driveway, Luis was achingly hard. Karim had decided to put a hand on his thigh and tease him the entire drive, thumb tracing over the shape of Luis’s cock with agonizing softness.
He’d tried to keep the sounds in, but caught Julien’s knowing expression several times in the rearview mirror.
“We’re home,” Julien said, voice thick with amusement as he parked.
Karim had the belt off and was out of the car before Luis could do anything. His door opened and then he was unbuckled and drawn out before Karim kissed him.
“Inside,” Julien directed.
They managed up the walk and in, but barely. Karim kissed him again the second they were inside.
“Darling, you are not going to fuck him in the foyer,” Julien said as he locked the door. “Let’s go up to the bedroom, I need to wash my mouth out anyway.”
Luis laughed and pulled away, following Julien as he started toward the stairs. Karim dogged their steps, grumbling about propriety.
“You know,” Luis said at the top of the stairs, “If you’re thirsty, you could both bite me.”
It felt bold to say it, to offer it, but he was slowly becoming used to telling them what he wanted. They made it easy to be himself and to ask for things.
