Bryson sucked in a breath as Kaydon bit into his neck. He could feel the blood rushing to the surface; that, paired with Seth’s warm mouth swallowing him into the back of his throat, caused his vision to blur.
Just as suddenly as it started, it stopped. Like Kaydon and Seth had telepathic powers, somehow they both stopped at the same time.
Kaydon released him, and Seth’s mouth moved away.
Cold air filled the space, and Bryson took in the two of their faces. Seth’s tongue jutted out and licked the length of him, and Bryson bit his lip, stifling a sound.
Kaydon pulled Bryson’s chin to him and kissed him deeply.
“You were trying to go through it all alone, but that’s not how we do things, is it?” Kaydon said, releasing the kiss.
Bryson practically whimpered under his touch.
He didn’t want to keep them out. “I didn’t want to give you guys more to deal with.”
Kaydon replied, “You don’t think we can handle it?”
Bryson shook his head. “You two can handle anything.”
The three of them moved into the shower, and each of them took their time washing the other off. Seth’s hand kept drifting in between Bryson’s legs and stroking him. The edging was next level.
“Somebody’s been learning some things from our Mistress,” Bryson teased.
He expected Seth to flush under the playful chiding, but Seth hit him with a look that sent all of Bryson’s blood straight to his cock. “Maybe I am,” Seth said.
Kaydon’s broad hands rubbed Bryson’s back, washing the hard-to-get places, and Bryson enjoyed the intimate touches.
Seth turned and pressed his ass against Bryson’s now rock-hard erection.
“I know what you are doing, Killer,” Bryson said.
Seth leaned his slick body into Bryson’s chest. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Kaydon pressed his tight chest into Bryson’s back, and Bryson leaned into the support from the two of them, wrapping his arms around Seth.
Seth leaned his head against Bryson’s shoulder. “The safe word should be lettuce.”
Bryson laughed.
“What, I tried to think of something you wouldn’t normally say,” Seth said.
Bryson’s chest hurt as he continued to laugh about the absurdity of the whole thing. It made him angry that Regan had put this rift between him and his brothers. That by assaulting him, he broke something that should have been unbreakable.
Seth and Kaydon had so much faith in him. They thought he could do anything, but the truth was he couldn’t.
“Hey,” Seth said, turning. “Where did you go? Are we at lettuce already?”
“No,” Bryson lied, but when Kaydon squeezed him, he said, “maybe we are close to lettuce.”
Seth smiled. It wasn’t laughter, or pity, it was a genuine expression. He had enjoyed Bryson’s honesty.
“Seeing you leave those cells every day, knowing that Kaydon and I couldn’t do anything to help you. I know it’s not the same as what you went through, but it broke something in me that I didn’t know existed,” Seth said.
“Me too,” Kaydon said, nuzzling into Bryson’s neck.
“It was a helplessness worse than when I was younger,” Seth said. “At least when I was a kid, I could think I was too small, too little, but now I know that’s not true. I just keep thinking maybe there was something I could have done. Something I could have said to get Regan to play with me instead.”
Bryson’s hand was on Seth before he even thought about it. “I don’t want you to think like that. I would have died if that were you. If you had to go through the things that I did—” Bryson’s voice cracked.
