“Take it all,” Caleb uttered. He held on to Jayne’s hips, doing his best to hold Jayne down while Jayne bucked and squirmed. “Keep going. Don’t stop. You feel sofuckinggood.”
Everett wasn’t a jealous man. Over the years, he’d shared lovers with Caleb and never once felt threatened by any of them. The strength of their love and the depth of their friendship was untouchable. No man could ever come between them, and for a while, Everett had been certain that no man ever would.
And then there was Jayne.
As Everett watched the two of them coax each other toward orgasm, a feeling came over him. It churned in his gut, unruly but not unpleasant, then followed the curves of his pelvis and climbed each vertebrae of his spine.
Happiness.
It reached its peak between his shoulder blades, then tumbled down his back in a cascade of freefall shivers that jived seamlessly with the electric chemistry that charged the bedroom.
There was a difference, Everett realized as he watched Jayne give Caleb pleasure, between an inert lack of jealousy and enthusiasm over seeing his partners together. Before, bringing a third into the bedroom had been satisfying for Everett and Caleb as a couple, but had never meant anything more. With Jayne, that had changed. As much as Everett wanted pleasure for himself, he wanted to see Caleb and Jayne satiated, too. He wanted them to be happy. This, he realized, was what Jayne had been talking about when he explained what compersion meant.
Seized by his growing adoration for his men, Everett nuzzled the back of Jayne’s shoulder, then slipped his arms around him and wrapped one hand around Jayne’s bobbing cock. Jayne shivered, then pressed back against Everett’s chest and changed the rhythm of his hips, sinking down on Caleb’s cock more deliberately while simultaneously fucking Everett’s hand. Up close, the scent of Jayne’s heat was understated but obvious, like aromatic spice that hung in the air hours after a meal. Everett buried his nose in the crook of Jayne’s shoulder to breathe it in, moving with him through his every buck, and following him during each descent.
How lucky Caleb was to be the first inside of him.
How lucky they both were to be with him at all.
“Fuck, fuck,fuck!” Jayne gasped. He arched his back and lifted off Caleb’s dick until they’d almost parted, pushing himself as far as he could go into Everett’s hand. Everett, taken by the display, gasped and nipped the tender skin that made up the dip of Jayne’s neck. Jayne gasped again, then squirmed, pushing himself frantically into Everett’s hand. “Nngh, so good. Sogood.I’m gonna come. Gonna—”
Jayne’s body went rigid, and he cried out in a thin, starved whisper. Thick, warm wetness spilled over Everett’s hand—cum. Eyes closed, he nipped Jayne’s neck again and loosened his grip, allowing Jayne a moment’s rest.
If this was the culmination of their night, Everett wouldn’t be disappointed. He couldn’t be. The music of Jayne’s panted gasps, the perfection of their scents mingling in the air, and the slackened, soft sensation of Jayne’s body as it unwound from orgasm were reward enough.
“Hear that?” Caleb, who lay on the bed beneath Jayne, locked eyes with Everett as Jayne slumped forward, mischief twitching the corner of his lips. “Fucking magical dick right here. You’re my witness. It’s been all of five minutes and he’s already worked his way through his heat.”
“Don’t even start.” Jayne braced his hands on the bed, then slowly sank onto Caleb’s shaft, not stopping until Caleb was all the way inside. Caleb, seemingly taken by surprise, closed his eyes and moaned. “First of all, it’s no great feat to get an omega in heat to come. Second of all… what makes you think I’m done?”
To prove his point, Jayne rocked his hips forward, and Caleb moaned again, louder than before. Jayne clamped a hand over his mouth, silencing him.
“You can’t make noise,” Jayne chastised. “If you do, Shep will hear, and I’mnotgoing to be the one who has to console a traumatized teenager forced to listen to his brother repeatedly fucked by his two smoking-hot boyfriends.” Jayne’s hips picked up the pace, and from beneath Jayne’s palm, so did the frequency of Caleb’s moans. “If you can’t stay quiet, then we’re going to need to come up with a solution. What do you think, Everett?”
The question caught Everett unprepared. Heat flooded his cheeks, and he stalled for time by pressing a kiss to Jayne’s neck. “Of course.”
“What can we do, what can we do?” Jayne hummed. “Everett, baby?”
Everett released Jayne and sat back on his haunches, ready to do as he was told. “Yeah?”
“Go get me one of your old ties—one you don’t care too much about.” Jayne worked his hips from side to side, sinking to Caleb’s base before popping back up again. “If Caleb can’t stay quiet on his own, then we’re going to need to help him.”
Goosebumps prickled Everett’s skin. He looked over Jayne’s shoulder to gauge Caleb’s reaction and saw him look at Jayne from beneath his lashes, his eyes starry and his expression undone. Whatever Jayne wanted to do to him, Caleb was on board. Somehow, Jayne had found his way past Caleb’s sarcastic exterior and found the vulnerable man he hid beneath.
Eager to help, Everett left the bed and headed for the closet. Most of Everett’s clothes were kept in the guest bedroom, but with Jayne, Shep, and Parker staying at the condo, Everett had started to keep a collection of clothing in Caleb’s closet. There was at least one tie somewhere in there he could sacrifice to the cause.
The tie in question had seen better days. Everett freed it from the pile and left the closet, then returned to the bed. Nothing had changed. Jayne, his hand clamped over Caleb’s mouth, rode Caleb with slow, teasing insistence, and Caleb moaned into his palm and thrust as best he could into Jayne.
“Here.” Everett climbed onto the bed and held the tie out to Jayne, who took it from his outstretched hand and rewarded Everett with a smile that ended with a shiver of delight. Jayne’s cock, previously spent, twitched. It had begun to harden, his heat-wrought body already having recovered from its last orgasm.
Once his latest wave of pleasure had passed, Jayne took his hand from Caleb’s mouth and fitted the tie between his lips in its stead. Jayne took care to wedge the tie between Caleb’s teeth, then tied it in place and leaned back to examine his handiwork from afar. As he did, he shivered again, Caleb’s cock no doubt hitting the perfect place inside of him.
“So pretty,” Jayne admired, running his fingers along the tie, following its stripes. He traced along the design to Caleb’s plump lower lip, then caressed it with the pad of his thumb. The saliva Caleb struggled to swallow smoothed over his skin like gloss. “So goddamn pretty.”
Jayne’s thumb reached the corner of Caleb’s mouth and caressed it as if to apologize for the discomfort of the tie, but before long, Jayne abandoned that plan to tug Caleb’s bottom lip downward, slotting the tie that much more deeply into his mouth. Everett, his heart racing, watched in silence. He’d expected Caleb to act stubborn and defiant, but the cocky, snarky man he knew was gone. The same starry-eyed tenderness he’d seen on Caleb’s face minutes ago not only endured, but flourished under Jayne’s care.
“What do you think, Everett? Do you think he looks pretty like this, his smart mouth too busy with business to involve itself with pleasure?” While Jayne spoke, he reestablished a rhythm with his hips that Caleb could never seem to match. Caleb, too out of his mind to try to match Jayne’s pace, moaned in kittenish ways against the gag.
“Yes.”
