Caleb blanched. “You want us to put on your makeup?”
“Nope.” Jayne stole a little look at Everett, like what he was about to say was an in-joke that only they shared, then turned his attention back on Caleb. With a sway of his hips, he crawled across the short distance separating himself and Caleb and straddled Caleb’s lap. The color returned to Caleb’s cheeks. He slipped his arms around Jayne’s waist loosely, helping him stay in place. Oozing seduction, Jayne closed his eyes and brushed their lips together. “I want to put it on you myself.”
The image of his lover and the man they were interested in together ignited Everett’s desire. Craving more, Everett moved so he could caress the sensitive skin of Jayne’s lower back, but no sooner had he started than Jayne turned to look at him, looking every bit as seductive as he had while climbing onto Caleb’s lap.
“Everett?” Jayne held out the pink, egg-shaped sponge. “Can you go run this under some water and wring it out until it’s damp,notwet?”
“Yes.” Everett took the sponge, his heart racing. “Of course.”
Jayne hummed happily. “Thank you. Make sure you don’t take too long, okay? I don’t want Caleb to come before we have a chance to start playing in earnest.”
The statement caught Everett off guard, and he paused. “… Come?”
“Mm, yeah. Come.” Jayne looped his arms over Caleb’s shoulders, the tubes and jars he’d selected from the coffee table held loosely in his hands. A brush dangled between his fingers, its factory-sealed bristles almost touching the seat of the couch. Then, as if it were to be expected, Jayne started to ride Caleb’s clothed lap. “So don’t be long, okay?”
Jayne’s hips worked in wavelike motions, his tight little ass perking at every crest only to grind against Caleb’s cock when he came back down. Everett had never seen anything so goddamn sexy in his life. After a moment spent staring, he snapped out of his stupor and darted for the en suite bathroom in the master bedroom. It was the nearest source of water.
While his body made it to the bathroom, his mind didn’t—it remained in the living room with Caleb and Jayne, watching the show Jayne was putting on for him.
When the sponge was damp, not wet, Everett returned to the living room to find Jayne still riding Caleb’s lap, only now, they were kissing. Since he’d left, the buttons of Caleb’s shirt had come undone, and Jayne was in the process of sliding it from his shoulders. Caleb’s hands were on Jayne’s waist, and the makeup paraphernalia once in Jayne’s hands had been deposited on the couch.
“Oh,” Jayne said, ending the kiss he shared with Caleb when Everett entered the room. “Thatwasfast. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Everett presented Jayne with the sponge, then sat next to Caleb and slid a hand up Jayne’s thigh. In appreciation, Jayne pushed onto Caleb’s lap and wiggled his ass, causing Caleb to moan. The noise was steeped in pleasure, and it jolted Everett like the first hit of caffeine on a cold Monday morning.
Fuck, did he want to join them—not only to watch, but to taste, to touch, to feel…
Anything to be closer to them.
Anything to heighten Caleb’s pleasure and give Jayne the enjoyment he deserved.
After that, Jayne’s hips fell still. He considered the sponge in his hand, then clicked his tongue. “You’re probably wondering what kinds of naughty things I’m going to be doing with this beauty blender, aren’t you?” Jayne reached behind Caleb for one of the jars on the couch. Once he undid the plastic wrap securing the lid, he popped it off to reveal a pump. With a few pushes of his thumb, a beige cream exited the pump, which Jayne collected on the back of his hand. Seemingly pleased with the consistency and color, Jayne dabbed the sponge into the cream, then examined its distribution on the sponge’s surface. “The truth is, I’m not going to do anything naughty at all—it’s not my fault if you read into it with those filthy, perverted minds of yours.”
Very gently, Jayne dabbed Caleb’s lips with the beauty blender. Wherever the sponge touched, it left behind a covering layer of the beige cream that masked the color of Caleb’s lips.
“This,” Jayne said, “is foundation. Usually I wouldn’t apply it to my lips until after I’d finished my face, because all you want is a layer thin enough to mute your natural skin tone, but we’re not going to do full faces right now—tonight, all I want to celebrate is right…” Jayne touched the narrowest end of the beauty blender to the center of Caleb’s lips and rolled it back and forth as he worked it inward. At last, so delicately it barely made it past his lips, Caleb moaned, and Jayne took the blender away, dabbed it in the foundation on the back of his hand, and started to cover the places on Caleb’s lips he hadn’t before. “… here.”
“Our lips?” Everett asked, his pulse beating so hard, he felt it in his neck.
“Your lips,” Jayne confirmed. He finished applying foundation on Caleb and rewarded him with a long, searing kiss. When it ended, Jayne ran his finger over his bottom lip. It came back clean. “I’m so impressed so far. The associate who helped you pick out brands knew what he was doing.” Jayne bit down on his lip to hide a smirk. “Now let’s see if his taste in long-lasting lip color is as good as his choice of foundation.”
Jayne capped the bottle of foundation, then set the damp sponge on top of the discarded plastic seal to keep it off the furniture. With a hum, he considered several of the tubes he’d set on the couch.
“Everett?” Jayne asked in the same low, seductive tone of voice he’d slipped into since they’d shared their first kiss. He selected three clear tubes of what looked to Everett’s untrained eye to be lip gloss. “For Caleb, what do you think? Blushing Rosewood—” Jayne held out a tube that was almost neon pink, but with earthy undertones that muted some of its brilliance, “—Briar Red—” Jayne produced a tube with bright red product, “or Desert Mahogany?” The final tube was a mix between rich, sandy brown and pink.
Everett’s cock decided for him. “The red.”
“Mm, I was hoping you’d choose that one.” Jayne winked and set the other tubes down. “It’ll be so fucking hot on him, don’t you think?”
Everett didn’t think—he knew. Picturing Caleb with mischief in his eyes and violently red lips did things to Everett that he couldn’t begin to explain away. Jayne had woken in him an urge, and now that it had stirred, it wasn’t about to settle back down. “Yeah, it will be.”
“So hot.” Jayne threaded his fingers through Caleb’s hair and tugged his head back. Caleb, whose chest rose and fell like he’d just run a race, sucked in a needy breath and let Jayne take control. Jayne pressed a hot kiss to Caleb’s neck, then reached behind him and selected a brush with small, soft-looking bristles cut to be subtly rounded. “What do you think, Caleb?” Jayne’s grip on his hair loosened so he could stroke it back. “Have Everett and I made the right choice?”
Everett and Caleb had been friends all their lives and lovers for the last several years. They’d seen each other at their best and held each other through their worst, but never had Everett seen Caleb as taken with a third as he was with Jayne.
“Yes,” Caleb uttered as Jayne opened the tube and withdrew a long wand with a fabric tip from within. He grabbed Jayne’s ass and squeezed. “Such a good choice. I can’t wait.”
“Patience, baby.” Jayne tore the wrapping from around the brush’s bristles and introduced them to the fabric tip at the end of the wand. The pigment transferred over, and Jayne set to work tracing Caleb’s Cupid’s bow. The splash of red on his pale skin captivated Everett, who moved so he could watch Jayne’s work more closely. “All good things come with time. Just let me have a little fun first, then you can have yours. I promise.”
