And holyfuck,was it hot.
“Are you… are you serious right now?” Jayne licked his lips nervously, not yet willing to believe that it wasn’t a dream. After everything Caleb and Everett had done for him, there had to be a catch, but the more he discovered, the less he was inclined to believe that one existed.
“Um, yeah?” Caleb, who’d torn open a condom of his own, frowned in confusion. No sooner did the look appear on his face than it was replaced with understanding, then genuine sorrow. He left the condom on the bedside and took Jayne’s hand. “We’re not gonna force you into anything, whether that means sex, or not using condoms, or even listening to shitty R and B while weget it on.”
Jayne snorted, but despite Caleb’s best attempts to keep things lighthearted, tears began to well in the corners of his eyes. Why had he ever distrusted them? Was this what his life had come to? Caleb and Everett had given him no reason to doubt their motives, yet hestillcouldn’t help but feel like at any moment, they might yank back the curtains and reveal that it had been nothing but a cruel trick all this time.
In an effort to keep himself composed, Jayne closed his eyes. A tear squeezed through his eyelids and rolled down the side of his face. It was the only one he allowed to fall. Bastian may have hurt him, but he wouldn’t carry those scars forever. With time and nurturing, they would fade. Every day that Caleb and Everett treated him with care and respect, they made sure of it.
“Hey, whoa, don’t cry.” Caleb’s voice was softened with concern. He wiped Jayne’s singular tear away with his thumb. “Do you need us to stop?”
“No.” The thought of stopping made the dense core of desire in Jayne’s chest ache. He propped himself up using his elbows then wrapped his arms around Caleb’s neck, drawing himself to Caleb’s chest. With a sweet kiss to Caleb’s stubbly jaw, he chased the notion away. “If you stop, I might actually die. I want you so badly.” Wanting to face Caleb and Everett both, Jayne dropped back onto the bed. Faint red stained Everett’s pink lips, but Caleb’s were more or less intact—the lipstick hadn’t smeared as much as Jayne had feared it might. “In fact, if one of you doesn’t get your dick in my ass in the next five minutes, that’ll probably be the end for me. You’ll have to erect a tombstone at the foot of the bed to commemorate me. Something like, ‘Here Lies Jayne, It Was Almost Here Jayne Was Laid, but’—”
Everett crushed his lips to Jayne’s, swallowing the rest of Jayne’s words. Jayne’s body went rigid, then relaxed, and just like he had before, he hooked his thighs over Everett’s hips and angled his body suggestively. The kiss was more forceful than it had been before—needier—and like Everett consumed the words he spoke, the passion they shared sucked Jayne in and refused to let him go.
He was ready. This was right. Caleb and Everett were safe.
A familiarsnapsounded from the bedside—the distinct noise a plastic cap made when it parted from its base. With Everett pinning Jayne to the bed, distracting him with fierce, toe-curling kiss after kiss, Jayne didn’t even think to look to see what it was. He didn’t need to. The bed shifted, Everett deepened the kiss, and suddenly there was pressure against Jayne’s tightened hole.
Fingers, cool and wet with lube, circled him, and he arched his hips, greedy for more.
“You like that?” Caleb settled next to him and trailed his fingers along Jayne’s side, following the slight dip of Jayne’s hip all the way up to his chest. Goosebumps rose wherever Caleb touched, and Jayne shivered. He hadn’t realized that it was Everett, and not Caleb, prepping him for penetration. He’d assumed that Caleb would take the lead while Everett kissed and pleasured him, but Caleb had given the lube to Everett and allowed him to prepare Jayne instead. It was a show of trust, Jayne realized. The three of them were together, but by giving Everett complete control, Caleb showed them both that he felt no jealousy—that he wanted to see Everett and Jayne together as much as he wanted to be with them. “You like the way it feels when he’s getting ready to fuck you senseless?”
Jayne’s cock throbbed. He broke away from the kiss and made a small, pitched noise of pleasure that was more involuntary than not. He wanted to reply—to let Caleb know that he loved it when he was touched like this—but the words wouldn’t come. It was perfect. Too perfect. It addled his mind and left him grasping for what little sense he still clung to.
Then, just as Jayne had gathered his wits, Everett pushed his fingers inside, and Jayne’s world exploded with pleasure. With a muted cry, he pushed against Everett’s fingers. At the same time, Caleb reached between their bodies and took Jayne’s hardening cock in his fist, pumping it slowly but steadily. Everett’s lips met Jayne’s again, and Jayne lost himself to sensation.
More lube. Another finger. The clack of Everett’s teeth on his, and the rhythm of Caleb’s hand as it rose and fell around his dick. Jayne gasped into Everett’s mouth and arched his hips, but no matter where he went, the pleasure followed him. Neither of his men would let him escape it.
“More,” Jayne begged. If Everett understood him, he would have been surprised. The kiss didn’t end, and Everett pillaged the word before it could even leave his tongue. Desperate, Jayne fucked himself on Everett’s fingers, craving to be filled. “More.”
Jayne got his wish. A moment later, Everett curled his fingers, brushing his prostate in the process. Pleasure ripped through Jayne like lightning across the night sky and struck, bursting into flame inside of him. Needing more, Jayne worked his hips frantically, crashing down on Everett again and again while Caleb stroked his hardened cock. The kiss broke out of necessity. Jayne, panting for breath and senseless, could only focus on his own pleasure, and by the sounds Everett was making, he wasn’t far behind.
“Put it inside of him, babe,” Caleb uttered. Jayne opened his eyes in time to see Caleb press a hot kiss to Everett’s cheek. Dark need blew out Caleb’s pupils. Prince Charming wasn’t so pure anymore—the man in bed with Jayne and Everett knew what he wanted, and he wasn’t afraid to get it. “I want to see you take him. I want to watch while the two of you make love.”
Sex with one man had always been hot. Jayne wasn’t afraid to get dirty while he fucked, and he’d rather go home alone than not share his needs with his partner. No night he’d spent between the sheets had been unsatisfactory—he was a selfish lover, and he took what he wanted as long as he had consent to do so. But sex with two men was different. Hotter. Greedier. More overwhelming. Not only did Jayne want to have sex with Caleb and Everett both, but he wanted the other man to watch while it happened. He wanted them to celebrate his sexuality with him—to see him come on both of their dicks, and for them to know that those dicks were coming in him, too.
As focused as he was on the thought, he barely noticed when Everett’s fingers withdrew.
He did notice when something thicker pushed past his first ring, stretching him open.
And when that thick, warm force plunged so deep inside him that Jayne was certain it would never come out again.
“Fuck,” Jayne breathed. He arched his hips, but only succeeded in pushing into Caleb’s hand. “Oh fuck. Fuck!”
Everett pumped into him, establishing a quick rhythm that left Jayne senseless. What few words Jayne had been able to gather fled. All that mattered was that Everett was inside of him—that they shared such debilitating pleasure.
With each new pump, Everett made small, thin noises of pleasure under his breath. The tension of his body had changed. The muscles of his core and his arms had tensed, and when Jayne saw fit to open his eyes, he noticed the fluid way they moved beneath his skin. Everett was stunning—fuckingstunning—and right now, he was Jayne’s.
“Fuck.” Everett’s voice was strained by desire. “Jayne…”
As Jayne’s body tightened and orgasm approached, Caleb took his hand away from Jayne’s cock. A second later, Everett redoubled his efforts, pounding Jayne into the mattress. A closed-mouth scream rattled Jayne’s teeth, and he closed his eyes and tightened his legs around Everett, needing this more than he could ever hope to express. Each forceful thrust landed home on Jayne’s prostate, sending new pleasure through him with every impact.
He was going to come.
Sex had never been so good before.
“Knot him, Everett.” The command came from Caleb, who watched them with hunger. “Knot him.Breedhim.”
