Russell
I grabbed the front of Blake’s T-shirt and twisted it in my hand, then turned and pressed my lips to Casey’s. We’d all three collided outside of the bathroom, and I was standing there with wet hair and a towel wrapped around my waist.
An hour after Peyton left, and I was already impatient for them.
“Good morning,” Casey laughed, then dragged his fingers over my cheek. He was still in his pajamas, and his hair was messed and falling to the side.
I grinned. “Good morning.”
After burying the urge to touch them for three days, it was pure heaven to feel their skin now. The visit with my brother had gone way better than I expected, and I’d even felt a little cathartic release from it.
I saw a glimmer of the future, and the four of us becoming closer because of all this.
We’d even talked about our dad in a way we never had before, something that was only possible with Blake, and especially Casey, there, too.
I shook my head, then bit down on my lip with my two front teeth as I looked between my guys. “I have two requests,” I said.
Blake grunted. “Uh-huh,” he said, while Casey looked at me with a knowing smile.
Fuck, they were hot.
“I want to talk tonight. We should have another check-in,” I said.
“Sure,” Blake nodded, “anytime.”
“I’m around,” Casey agreed.
Damn, but asking for what I wanted got easier every time they gave it to me. I made a note of that and smiled.
“Good. The other thing is that I’d really like to get laid before I go to work this morning.”
Blake grinned. He was in one of the fancy tracksuits he wore to his job, and he was clearly on his way out the door, but he reached out and pressed his palm to my cheek and rubbed his thumb across my face again. “I’ve got thirty minutes, if you want me.”
Casey looked at us. He actually looked uncertain, which surprised me. He seemed to always want to have sex, and it had been days since we all hooked up last.
“A quickie in the morning, and we’ll talk tonight,” he smiled, and the moment seemed to pass. “Sounds good to me.”
I pulled Casey into a kiss, slamming my lips against his and crawling up against him. All the things we’d talked about over dinner were spilling through the back of my thoughts. He and I understood something very deep about each other, and it made my heart swell in my chest when I thought about how good he was, even though his own family had been so cruel to him.
How good he was to me and to Blake. I liked both of those things just about as much as I liked the other.
Blake joined up beside us, and we all met in a kiss. His touch completed everything, like a rock we could both anchor onto. Casey’s beard scratched my face, and Blake’s strong hands pawed at my body, then threw away the towel I was wearing.
“A quickie,” I gasped, grabbing at their hard cocks.
“Quickie,” Casey grunted, then spun me against Blake, slamming our chests together.
The satisfaction of their pleasure rocketed through me. I got lost in the movement of our bodies, all writhing together, gripping and reaching until we were slick with precum and spit. The guys got me to my hand and knees, and they worked my hole with their mouths.
I almost told them right then that I was ready. I was desperate to feel their cocks sliding into me and to know what it was like to fuck Casey with Blake, and maybe Blake with Casey. There was so much to experience with them, and my skin felt like it was on fire when I thought about how much I wanted.
Casey’s hot breath on my hole and Blake’s cock stuffing my mouth. I could practically feel them inside me already.
But I held off, knowing we needed to talk first, and wrestled them both up close again. I kissed them and rutted up against them and sucked their cocks. Our hands were fast all over each other, and all my thoughts disappeared as I disintegrated in a lightning bolt of an orgasm.
After a few minutes of lying there on the rug in a sweaty, sticky pile, we finally pulled ourselves together and hurried off into our days. I didn’t have to be at the store for a while, actually, but I had another stop to make.
That Monday was office hours for the man who taught my class at the woodshop, and I had an idea that I wanted to run by him. Teaching my friends, I’d realized how much I loved empowering people in that way. Watching the guys all learn practical skills was satisfying, and after the compliment Mr. Kooning had given me, I couldn’t help but wonder if I really should be teaching classes at the woodshop.
