Raiden
Raiden leanedback in the creaking chair, a deep and pleasant sense of satisfaction washing over him as he watched Cash and Lawrence clean their plates. The stew he’d thrown together had been rich and spicy, and he chuckled at how much of it Lawrence managed to pack down. He’d even gotten to let it simmer a long while for the flavors to strengthen, since Cash and Lawrence had lost themselves quickly in their work.
He didn’t normally put that much effort into cooking. By himself, he was a takeout and microwave guy, although he didn’t mind putting a little more effort in when his friends were eating with him. But poking around Cash’s kitchen, he’d gotten inspired, and their sloppy grins were ample reward.
He adjusted his pants. Maybe he was even more pleased than he realized.
His phone started buzzing, and when he glanced down, he saw that Declan was calling. Cursing under his breath, Raiden remembered that he was supposed to file the weekly report a few days earlier. It had slipped his mind with everything else going on, although he wasn’t sure how to explain any of that to Declan.
“Be right back,” he mumbled, and the chair scraped along the wood floor as he pushed back. “I need to take this.” He hurried toward the far corner of the old studio, then turned his back to the guys. “Declan, what’s up?”
“You got a report for me, Raiden?” he asked, cutting straight to business.
“Nice to hear from you, too, Declan.”
“You want small talk? Do your job, Raiden.” He sighed. “How are you?” he added with a grumble.
Raiden cast his eyes to Lawrence and Cash, who were cleaning up the dishes together. “Pretty damn good,” he said. “Sorry about the report. It slipped my mind. I promise I’ll have it in tomorrow.”
“You know there’s more on my mind than that, especially now that you’re missing deadlines. Have you and Lawrence been heading back to his apartment together after the club nights?”
Raiden snorted as Lawrence poked Cash in the side, and the two of them laughed together. “I can answer honestly, Declan. Lawrence and I have not been heading to his apartment after club nights.”
“Don’t sass me,” he barked “You’re worse than Gray. You know what I’m trying to ask. How much time have you spent alone with Lawrence, Raiden?”
Raiden thought about it. “I haven’t spent any time alone with Lawrence,” he answered carefully.
There was a pause, during which Declan apparently decided to believe him. “And there haven’t been any new incidents while you’re out at the dance clubs?”
“Nope,” Raiden answered again. “The clubs have been quiet.”
“All right then,” Declan answered with a satisfied grunt. “I’m just making sure, Raiden.”
“I understand, Declan. Thanks for checking in.”
“And don’t forget to send that report tomorrow.”
“Right, thanks.”
Raiden hung up, then let out a long, slow breath. He had a feeling that whole conversation might bite him in the ass later, but in that moment, he didn’t really care. After another head-spinning day, he really only had one thing in mind as he crossed back over to the kitchen, where the guys were loading the last dishes into the soapy sink.
Raiden placed his hand on Lawrence’s cheek, pulling him closer until their eyes caught. His skin was soft and kissed by something gold, and his lips glistened as Raiden stared at him. “Sweetheart,” he whispered. The name was so fitting. No wonder he and Cash had both called him that.
“And you,” he said with a grin as he turned to Cash. “Come here.”
The three of them crashed together in a kiss. They became their own miniature world of lips and hands and soft moans. Lawrence nibbled on Raiden’s lip, and Cash’s hand squeezed up his hard shaft. Raiden tasted them both at the same time, and when Cash’s lips found his neck, he grabbed their asses hard and pulled them close.
“Fuck,” Raiden groaned. “You two are damn sexy.”
“And you,” Lawrence whispered, kissing at his neck.
After all the cheap hookups and one-night stands a man could ever want, Raiden thought of himself as sexually experienced. He did whatever the fuck he wanted to do in life, and that extended to the bedroom. But years of fucking and sucking and doing every damn thing his cock desired had somehow failed to prepare him for Lawrence and Cash and all that he now wanted to do with the two of them.
It was a damn long list, and Raiden fully intended to stick around as long as he could to make it happen. Things were just so good with those two, like he’d finally found someone who could handle him, just the way he was.
Or maybe it was just that Raiden had enough inside of him to give to two people. It was hard to say, except that holding Lawrence and Cash felt right in a way he’d never known before.
For the rest of the night, the three of them barely left each other’s arms. Raiden had some epic marathons of fucking before, and he always felt kind of proud of his stamina, but Lawrence and Cash pushed him to a whole new level. Once they got started in the kitchen, it was like they couldn’t stop. Cash and Lawrence ended up on their knees, slathering Raiden’s balls with their tongues in a way that made his cock turn to solid, twitching steel, his veins pulsing and thick. And after he shot sticky jets over their faces, they both demanded more.
