Still milking the last drops of cum from Kit’s cock, Darius answered, “Yeah, and he tightened up like a vise.”
“God, I love that.” James slid his hand into Kit’s hair again to adjust his grip. “Finish up quick. He feels amazing when he’s all sensitive after coming.”
Fuck. There was something really hot about them talking about him like this. Like Kit was a toy they were sharing. Except they were so clearly focused on him, Darius’s hands bruising into his hips, James sliding his cock against Kit’s swollen lips. Kit’s mouth hung open, sucking air into his sore throat, even as Darius drove new whimpers from his fucked-out body.
“Close your eyes, pretty boy,” James said, his voice tense. Kit knew that sound. It meant James was about to come.
Kit closed his eyes just before the first rope of cum splashed across his cheek. The next landed across his open mouth, covering his teeth and lower lip. Kit almost swallowed on instinct, wanting as much inside him as possible. But instead, he hung there, cuffed over the couch, and let James cover the rest of his face as he pleased.
Yeah, Kit much preferred this kind of face paint. His mind was completely blank and happy, just like he wanted, by the time Darius shuddered to a finish inside him too.
The good kind of blank. If Kit could feel like this forever, that would be perfect.
Kit’s good mood lasted well into the next day. Contentment was easy when he was too fucked-out to feel anything else. But even the most amazing fuck was only a temporary solution. It lasted until James left for a late day at the office—leaving Kit alone with his thoughts in the echoing mansion.
His wrist itched under his sweatshirt.
Two cups of coffee, a bowl of oatmeal to try to counteract the neurotic caffeine buzz, and a third cup of coffee mysteriously failed to calm him down. He was tragically out of weed gummies—did any of the local dispensaries deliver? Apparently not. Kit moved from room to room, flipping between stupid phone games. He’d never been more tempted to blow all the money James gave him on in-game currency, just for a barrage of dopamine hits.
Kit didn’t want to be alone right now. A simple text message could have James back here in twenty minutes. Darius would probably be just as easy. Except without the distraction of a handcuffed threesome, they would know Kit was upset. They weren’t stupid.
Calling Bishop over would be even worse. Kit was in such a weird, fragile mood, he would end up spilling his guts at the slightest questioning.
Any of them would want to talk about Kit’s problems. Kit didn’t want to talk about his problems. He just wanted a distraction, to give his nerves time to settle back to a manageable state.
He didn’t even consider texting his… not friends, just shitheads he knew, from his first few months in San Corvo. The people he hopped couches with before he ended up at Uncle Ed’s place. Not worth trying to explain what he’d been up to since the massacre.
So, texting Holden was the only sensible solution.
Kit felt bad using such a nice, normal college student as a human fidget spinner to focus on. But considering how interested Holden seemed… Kit had a feeling Holden wouldn’t mind.
Flopping over on James’s side of the bed, Kit shot off a couple of texts.
Kit:heyy
Kit:what are you doing today
Holden:hark! a ray of sunshine appears to part the dark clouds of my suffering :D :D :D
Holden:i’ve handcuffed myself in the school library. i have an absolutely disgusting paper due tomorrow :( :(
Kit rolled onto his stomach, trying not to feel too disappointed. Expecting Holden to be available whenever Kit wanted was pretty self-centered. Kit should already be feeling spoiled with the two men he fucked yesterday, not pouting that a third guy wasn’t ready at his beck and call.
Whatever. Kit wouldn’t make that Holden’s problem.
Kit:lol have fun don’t die
Holden:wait. why did you ask what i was doing?
Kit chewed his lip. He felt bad disturbing Holden when he was studying, but not bad enough to resist texting back.
Kit:i wanted to maybe hang out but i forgot it was a weekday. maybe this weekend instead?
Holden’s reply was nearly instantaneous—and not believable at all.
Holden:lol just kidding ;) ;) ;) i’m totally free today. where should I pick you up??
Kit:no way. i’m not fucking up your paper. we can hang out this weekend
