He watched with twisting uncertainty as Taylor kicked off his shoes before turning and nudging Johnny’s knees apart. He stood between them, looking down at Johnny with hard scepticism. “You good?” he said, his shins touching the edge of Theo’s mattress.
Johnny swallowed, throat like sandpaper. “Yeah,” he replied.
It was easier to look up at Taylor in the darkened room, where he couldn’t make out the minute details of his face, the subtle changes in his expression or any flicker of disgust. But he could see his eyes. They were so beautiful, all bright amber in the lamplight, andfuck, Johnny wished Taylor could see himself throughhiseyes. The smattering of freckles across his top lip, the way the corners of his mouth crinkled when he laughed, the scars across his knuckles.
All of it.
As the seconds ticked away, the hardness in Taylor’s gaze turned to concern, his lip twitching as he said, “We’re leaving.”
He went to step away, but Johnny sat up and grabbed his wrist. His heart was thumping so hard everyone in the room could probably hear it. “I don’t want to,” he whispered, which was only half-true.
Taylor ran his tongue over his teeth, turning his hand so their fingertips touched. “You sure? Because you look like you want to.” He flicked his eyes towards Theo. “No offence.”
Theo stayed quiet, but Johnny could tell he was watching them from the corner of the room.
“I’m sure,” Johnny replied, letting his fingers brush down Taylor’s palm before falling back onto the bed.
Taylor’s gaze trailed over him—over his face and chest, lingering over the scar beneath Johnny’s right collarbone from where Clementine had tripped down some steps as a toddler and he’d dived after her. It made Johnny’s cock stiff, being the focus of Taylor’s unchecked attention, but he found he didn’t have the energy to hide it.
Taylor’s eyes stuck on Johnny’s obvious erection, mouth forming a soft O as he tilted his head. Johnny’s cock pushed up, his white underwear making the shape of it even more pronounced.
There was an audible click in Taylor’s throat as he swallowed, and another when he popped open the top button of his shirt. A muscle in Johnny’s thigh twitched as he undid another, and another until all the buttons were undone and the light caught the pale hairs across his chest.
Johnny wanted to lean forwards and rub his face through those hairs. He wanted to dip his tongue into his belly button and bite the soft skin between his hip and groin.
There was a soft gasp from the corner of the room, making them both blink. Johnny caught sight of Theo in the reflection of the mirror. His hands were clasped tightly over his mouth.
Taylor gave the omega a lopsided smile and held out a hand. “Sorry,” he said, gesturing for Theo to join them.
“Are you sure?” Theo whispered, slowly taking it and letting himself be pulled between Taylor’s arms. That made Johnny’s stomach clench, a soft growl escaping his throat, but just as he was about to look away he felt a soft pressure on his bottom lip. Taylor was touching it with his thumb.
“You coming?” he asked, holding his gaze.
Johnny let out a quiet breath. “Yeah.”
Grinning, Theo grabbed Johnny’s hand and pulled him to his feet. He ran his hands over both their chests, pressing his fingertips into Johnny’s abs and sliding them beneath Taylor’s shirt to push it off. It fell to the floor with a softpat.
Pulling them together by their waistbands, he made them stand shoulder to shoulder, the hairs on Johnny’s arms standing on end as he watched Theo pop open Taylor’s shorts. Theo glanced up at him, and Johnny nodded slightly before he slid them down Taylor’s thighs and flung them somewhere in the room.
Theo took off his jeans and dropped to his knees, staring up at them with wide eyes and damp lips. He ran his hands up the insides of both their thighs, stopping at the waistbands of their underwear.
“Can I?” he said, looking at Johnny but tugging at Taylor’s boxers. Johnny nodded, brushing a hand through Theo’s hair.
He pulled both of their underwear down, and Johnny heard Taylor’s cock slap against his stomach. The scent of Theo’s arousal flooded the room, making Johnny’s dick stiffen even more.
“Damn,” Theo said, dipping his tongue into the valley of Johnny’s hip. “What is a boy to do with so much cock?”
Taylor let out a soft laugh and ran a hand through Theo’s hair. It tangled with Johnny’s, tightening a little when Theo placed a kiss against the tip of Johnny’s cock. Johnny was cut, unlike Taylor, so the feeling of Theo’s wet lips against his exposed head shot straight to his balls.
Theo looped an arm around Taylor’s thigh, drawing them together as he opened his mouth and sucked Johnny in. He was good.Really good,his tongue moving in sweeping strokes across Johnny’s knot, suggesting he’d done it a hundred times before. That actually made Johnny feel better. Like they were just another notch on the omega’s bedpost and nothing more.
Johnny’s eyebrows pulled together as Theo mouthed his balls and sucked his knot, his breath shaking as his hips pressed forward into the sensation. The omega looked up at him as he buried his cock deep in his throat; a silent question as his fingers whispered through the red curls of Taylor’s pubic hair.
Johnny flinched when he glanced at Taylor, because his eyes were not on Theo, but glued directly to him. He had a hunger in his gaze, dark, focused, and Johnny almost shot his load there and then.
Blinking, he looked back down at Theo, the corner of the omega’s mouth twitching in acknowledgement. Humming softly, Theo wrapped his fingers around Taylor’s length, rolling his foreskin back in a way that had been the subject ofmanyof Johnny’s wet dreams.
He watched as Theo stroked Taylor’s cock, staring at the way the tip was already glistening and how his balls were drawn tight. Taylor had freckles everywhere. Literally all over his body, from his hairline to the soles of his feet. His cock and balls were no different, and Johnny thought it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
