“Fuck,” Daniel muttered. “Can't wait to get the two of you home.”
Daniel's body pressed against my back. He forced his hands between my body and Colin’s, his fingers sliding under the hem of my shirt. My head lolled back against his shoulder. I was grateful the store was empty in the middle of the day because I didn’t want to put on a show for anyone, but I’d be damned if I could ask either of them to stop. If the cashier wanted to watch, I wasn’t even going to stop him as long as they kept touching me.
“Thought about this so many times,” he whispered. You are so fucking sexy. Daniel’s hand drifted lower, the tips of his fingers right at the waistband of my jeans. Before he could get a grip on my leaking shaft, Colin pulled me away from him.Asshole.
“I think we have just about everything.” Colin slidhishand down the front of my jeans, only allowing his fingers to briefly brush against the head of my dick. He pressed his lips against my jaw. “Not too much longer now, baby.”
“Thank fucking god,” I mumbled.
“Daniel, take him to the car. If you can make him come before I finish paying, that's fine, otherwise he'll have to wait until we get home.”
I let out a sarcastic huff. “Pretty sure I'm gonna blow as soon as he unbuttons my jeans.”
“You'd better get to it then,” he advised as he started unloading his purchases onto the counter. As Daniel led me out the front door, I heard the cashier ask Colin if he wanted him to hurry or take his time.
“I don't think it's going to make much of a difference.” Colin chuckled. Daniel shut the door behind us, and I couldn't hear whatever else Colin said. Any other time, I might've been annoyed by him sharing my private business with a complete stranger, but I was too far gone. My mind was only capable of trying to keep from coming before Daniel at least got the car unlocked.
If this was how the rest of the day was going to go, the two of them just might kill me, but I would die a happy man.
9
Colin
Zach was practically vibratingby the time Daniel pulled into his assigned parking stall near Talbert Hall. The second he stopped the car, Zach unbuckled and jumped out of the backseat, slamming the door shut before Daniel even turned off the ignition.
“You sure you know what you're doing?” Daniel turned to face me as he pocketed the keys.
“Trust me. We need him to get out of his head. That's the only way this is going to work,” I reassured him. Daniel wasn’t even aware of most of the ways I’d considered getting Zach so overwhelmed by sensation that he couldn’t talk himself out of giving in to his needs.
“I trust you; I'm just worried he's going to get skittish if we drag this out too long.” I tracked Daniel’s gaze out the passenger side of the car, where Zach . “I don’t know how I missed it before. You’re really sure this is what he wants?”
“Have little faith in me.” I chuckled as I patted Daniel's leg.
He tried to peek in the bag as I grabbed it from the floorboard between my legs. “What all you do have in there? I was more worried about keeping an eye on Zach when we were in the store.”
“You’ll see when we get upstairs. I need you to trust me.” There were a couple of surprises in the bag for Daniel too, and, whether he admitted it or not, he was just as nervous as Zach. Whatever happened today, it was going to permanently change things for the two of them. I only hoped I wasn’t making a colossal mistake that would destroy their friendship. If things went south, I’d bear the blame.
“I do,” Daniel reassured me. “If I didn't, we wouldn't be here.”
“That's good to hear. I not going to go easy on him,” I warned Daniel. “We need to keep him frantic, so he doesn't start thinking too hard.”
“Didn’t take you long to figure that out about him,” Daniel responded. Zach knocked on the window, glaring at us impatiently. “He’ll hold on to every thread of control he can until he snaps.”
I quirked an eyebrow at Daniel. “You think he's the only one who has issues letting go? That's cute.”
I chuckled as I got out of the car. Daniel opened the door, scowling at me as he rounded the front of the vehicle. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“You’re wound tighter than a piano string,” I pointed out and held up the bag. “Lucky for you, I know just the thing for that.”
The greenway was crowded with students rushing to whatever plans they’d made for the weekend. To anyone passing by, we looked like three buddies enjoying the early fall weekend—well, as long as no one looked close enough to see we were all sporting matching hard-ons.
“Is anyone going to interrupt us?” Daniel asked as he pressed the call button for the elevator. When I noticed Zach keeping his distance from us, I took a step back and laced my fingers with his. His body was tense with pent-up fear.
“You're doing a great job,” I whispered as the elevator doors opened. “Remember, no one here is going to think twice about you holding hands with another guy. Annandale has a reputation for being accepting of everyone.”
“But I’m not everyone,” he argued.
“If I’m pushing too hard, you can tell me,” I reminded him. “This is supposed to be fun for everyone. If you’re not ready, say so.”
