So Raiden made them each come. He threw Cash over the back of the old couch and spread his legs, and Lawrence gripped the base of Raiden’s fat cock while he drove it into Cash’s hole, harder and harder and harder. Sweat poured down Raiden’s chest, and the pressure from Lawrence’s fist thudded with pleasure against Raiden’s balls. Once Cash finally shot his load, the two of them turned their attention to Lawrence and licked and nibbled and stroked him to completion, his body pressed between them.
Cash had made a few gestures, like he might return to his desk, but then Lawrence had thrown himself over some papers, lifted his legs, and stroked his middle finger in a slow circle around his hole. Raiden laughed, so glad he’d found men who were as crass as he was at times, and he jerked himself slowly while he watched Cash rim Lawrence right there.
Finally, at around three in the morning, the men found themselves upstairs in Cash’s bed. There was another half-eaten bowl of stew on the small wooden table, fetched earlier to replenish their energy, and a couple glasses of water, not quite empty. Cash and Raiden had just come together, foreheads pressed, jerking each other off with Lawrence lying between them, and they all gathered their breath in the quiet night.
Raiden looked around at the big empty space. Cash had explained to him how he scammed the studio, and Raiden was impressed. The guy seemed to have some serious hacker skills, that was obvious. But much more than that, he appreciated Cash’s style. He kept his eye on the real bad guys and didn’t seem to take advantage of innocent people. It was rare to find men who saw things the way Raiden saw them, but when he recognized it, he always felt a tight connection.
Slapping his hand to his forehead, Raiden grunted to himself.
Fuck, he actually liked Cash.
“Can I take a pic?” Lawrence asked, pulling out his phone and then shooting a mischievous smile at the guys.
Raiden pulled his hand from his forehead down to his mouth. Okay, his feelings for the guys might even be stronger than that, if he were being honest with himself.
In fact, he might be in pretty far over his head, he realized.
“Sure, take a pic,” Cash said. He perked up on an elbow, then ran his hand through his hair. “Just don’t go posting it on your Insta or making it your Grindr profile.”
Raiden tightened his brow. “Do you have Grindr?”
Lawrence rolled his eyes. “Do you think I don’t have Grindr?”
He shook his head quickly, not wanting to think about it. It was too good a night to worry about shit like that. Instead, he smiled, then pulled himself behind Cash to pose for a picture. “Sure, go ahead, sweetheart.”
“It would make a storm if I did post this on my Insta,” Lawrence laughed. He found a position with the two guys, then started flashing selfies. “I’d get a million likes.” He pursed his lips, then flipped his head to a different angle. “But this is just for my personal memories. You should see my friends, though! They’re social media famous.” He suddenly dropped the phone, then sat straight up.
“What?” Raiden asked, alarmed by the look on his face.
“I just figured out what we should do with the recording.”
