A thought came to Jayne as he watched them, swelling in importance until it became his mind’s sole focus:I’m good for them.
Together, Caleb and Everett were wonderful, but when they were with Jayne, they were perfect.
“So beautiful.” Jayne angled his foot so he could run it along Caleb’s and Everett’s sides. The contact got their attention—they stopped groping and touching each other so they could look at Jayne. Everett’s pink lipstick had smudged Caleb’s pristinely red lips, but it didn’t ruin his look—it perfected it. “I love watching you together… but I think I’d rather do it in bed. Make me come, then let’s all go get comfortable for the night.”
Caleb and Everett exchanged a look that brought Jayne back to the kitchen on the morning following his blackout, when he’d assumed that they were brothers. They communicated without words, their relationship so longstanding that they knew what the other was thinking at a glance. Everett smirked, and Caleb smirked right back. Then, in tandem, they moved back to Jayne’s cock and picked up from where they’d left off. Everett swallowed Jayne this time, forcing his head down until Jayne bottomed out in his throat. Caleb, meanwhile, sucked on Jayne’s balls, pushing him down an inescapable path to orgasm.
“Fuck,” Jayne panted. He closed his eyes to block out the sight of Caleb and Everett at work between his legs, but it did nothing to help. Jayne had flirted with orgasm too many times—it decided to make its move. “Fuck!Gonna… gonna…”
Caleb’s tongue flicked and curled, and Jayne could hold back no longer. With an airy cry, he came hard, shooting down Everett’s throat. Everett backed off and sealed his lips around Jayne’s head, accepting Jayne’s load into his mouth. Then, when Jayne’s balls were drained, Everett pulled back from Jayne and tugged Caleb to him, resuming their passionate kiss.
With nothing left in him, Jayne slumped onto the couch. He watched from beneath his lashes as Everett pushed his tongue into Caleb’s mouth, sharing the load he’d taken with him. Cum collected on Caleb’s lower lip, then streaked down his chin to collect beneath his jaw.
Fuck, were they hot. Jayne closed his eyes to distract himself, but the images in his mind were lewder than the one happening before him. In his imagination, Caleb and Everett had already picked him up from the couch and carried him to the bedroom. One of them had thrown him onto the mattress while the other rolled him over, lifting him by the hips so that his ass was presented by the edge of the bed. One by one, they’d take him, sharing his hole until they came too close to coming, and then…
Jayne opened his eyes to find Caleb running his tongue over Everett’s painted lips, glossing them with Jayne’s cum. Both of them were a mess, their makeup smudged to hell and back, but it was one of the sexiest things Jayne had ever seen.
“I don’t know about the two of you,” Jayne murmured when he’d caught his breath. Both Caleb and Everett stopped what they were doing to look at him. “But I think I’m going to head to the bedroom. Your bedroom. You know, with Shep and Parker gone, and with everything I’ve been through, I’m too afraid to sleep alone. I’ll need two big, muscular m—ahh!”
Caleb and Everett rose as one, pushing Jayne’s legs off their shoulders as they did. Caleb grabbed Jayne bridal style, and Everett cleared the way to the bedroom, opening the door so Caleb didn’t have to worry about it. This was how it was always supposed to be, Jayne realized as Caleb crossed the threshold into the bedroom. Relationships were give and take—selfish and selfless. It hadn’t been that way before, but now?
Now he had Caleb and Everett, who, in the one short week they’d known each other, had changed Jayne’s life in innumerable, wonderful ways.
34
Jayne
No feeling was as freeing as the few seconds between when Caleb threw Jayne down onto the bed, and when Jayne landed. Cushioned by blankets and the impossibly soft mattress, Jayne barely felt it when his ass impacted the bed, but he did feel the dip when Everett climbed onto the bed in pursuit, and his heart filled when Everett’s solid body slotted over his, pinning Jayne in place before kissing him hard.
The taste of Everett’s lips was different. Lipstick had a taste, but Jayne had always been the one to wear it, and he hadn’t realized how it changed the experience. Everett’s lips bore a hint of violet, not so overpowering that it was distracting, but present enough that it enhanced the encounter. The longer their lips stayed locked, the more Jayne found himself craving that kiss, and the more he was left wondering what Caleb’s lips might taste like, and what pleasures he still had left to enjoy.
While the kiss deepened, Everett wedged his knee between Jayne’s thighs, silently asking permission. Jayne gave it to him willingly. Heart pounding in anticipation, Jayne lifted his legs and let his thighs brush Everett’s hips, lifting his ass invitingly in the process. Desire gripped him. Longing. Need. It built inside like the molten core of a planet, pulling him inward by its force alone.
This was what he wanted.
Caleb and Everett.
Here. Now. With him.
“Do we need condoms, baby?” Everett broke the kiss to speak, his voice heavy and made husky with desire. The sound of it resonated in Jayne more deeply than he ever could have anticipated, taking the dense, growing need inside of him and packing it tighter yet. The way Everett spoke told him everything he needed to know—that Everett wanted to fuck him raw and come inside of him. That, given the choice, he’d make Jayne’s body his own.
Jayne let out a shuddering breath. The idea of Everett taking him without protection made Jayne’s flaccid cock throb, but he knew better. He fucking knew better. It had been seven months since Parker was born, and he was due for his next heat any day. To have unprotected sex, no matter how much he wanted it, would be a mistake. “I’m sorry.”
“Fuck,” Everett groaned.
“It’s not because I don’t want to.” Jayne lifted his ass a little more, both craving Everett’s touch and hoping to soften the blow. “I want to, but my heat—”
Everett silenced him with a kiss that curled Jayne’s toes. When it ended, Jayne looked up at him starry-eyed, uncertain what to say.
“You don’t need to explain.” Everett bumped the tips of their noses together and smiled. Jayne’s heart fluttered. “All you need to do is say we need to use one. I’m not going to argue. Your body, your choice.”
“Here.” Caleb sat on the bed next to Everett and handed him a condom. The shiny foil packaging didn’t look compromised, and the expiration date Jayne read was yet to pass. Still, he looked uncertainly between Caleb and Everett, waiting for the other shoe to drop. There had to be something, didn’t there? A catch he wasn’t cluing in on? The guys Jayne was used to taking to bed loved to argue when it came to condom use—or lack thereof. If Jayne didn’t advocate for himself, most would never take the initiative, and when Jayne did insist, they moped, or pleaded, or tried to come up with excuses for why safe sex wouldn’t work.
But Everett wasn’t fighting.
Jayne watched, startled, as Everett pulled back from Jayne and tore the foil open and rolled the condom down his shaft, taking care to pinch the air from the tip while he did it. Pulse racing, Jayne looked from Everett’s cock to his face. There was no hint of annoyance in the curve of his lips or reluctance in his eyes. Jayne set his feet on the mattress and took deep, steadying breaths.
Everett, all smooth skin and toned muscle, could have overpowered Jayne in an instant. He could have taken whatever he wanted, but he listened to Jayne and respected him instead.
