“We went through it, Bryce, just in a different way,” Kaydon said behind him.
Bryson swallowed the lump in his throat. The three of them always wanted to protect. Wanted to see themselves hurt, in place of the other.
He hadn’t thought about the pain they would have felt, not being able to save him. Bryson had been too busy trying to protect them to see it.
He needed to stop telling them that it was fine, and start listening to them like they were listening to him.
“What can I do?” Bryson said, feeling a familiar stirring.
Seth looked up into the shower, water clinging to his long dark eyelashes. “Hurt me, Bryce, make me forget.”
“Fuck,” Bryson growled, before wrapping his hand hard around Seth’s throat and slamming him against the shower wall.
Seth’s eyes went wide for a half a second before fluttering closed. Bryson felt a war stirring inside him.
On one hand, Seth needed him. He was practically begging him. On the other hand, Bryson wasn’t sure he could handle it.
Bryson’s hand tightened along Seth’s neck. Visions of Seth being dragged away from his cell and Bryson being left behind, locked behind bars, burned into Bryson’s mind.
It would have been torture. Bryson didn’t think he mentally could have held it together. It was amazing Seth and Kaydon were still with him.
Bryson let Seth go and reached out and turned him harshly by the shoulders. Pressing Seth’s face and body against the hard tile.
With his free hand, he gave Seth two hard smacks against his ass, and Seth moaned into the shower wall.
Bryson’s hand was about to come down again, and Regan was there, pushing his ass higher, asking him to hit him again. Bryson’s hand froze, and he shook his head.
Shit.
Kaydon’s large arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer into his warm chest.
“Lettuce,” Kaydon whispered into his ear, and Bryson leaned into his large torso, letting the water hit his face.
Kaydon gave him a firm squeeze before leading Bryson to the far wall.
“Bryson’s taking a break, Killer, you get me for a while,” Kaydon said, fisting his hand into Seth’s blond locks.
Bryson leaned against the wall, watching the two of them play together. Kaydon wrenched Seth’s head back by his hair, and Seth hissed at the rough contact.
Warmth spread into Bryson’s middle, and his hand drifted to touch himself.
Kaydon pulled Seth away from the shower wall. With one hand, Kaydon adjusted the shower head, and with the other he forced Seth under it.
Bryson watched as the water cascaded into Seth’s face, his beautiful ass holding a bright red hand print.
Seth stood under the water.
“Open your eyes and mouth.” Kaydon’s command vibrated around the room.
Seth obeyed immediately.
Bryson watched Seth’s body shake under the steady stream, until Kaydon pulled him away and Seth coughed and sputtered, taking in ragged breaths before Kaydon pushed him under the onslaught of water again.
By the third time, Bryson’s thoughts focused.
Regan was the last thing on his mind. For now, the only thing Bryson could see was Seth and Kaydon’s beauty.
When Kaydon pushed Seth out from under the water, he spun him so he faced Bryson.
