Abel snorts, but then his gaze flicks to me, electric and hungry, and the next second he’s on his knees right on the living room carpet. The man moves with a kind of grace and purpose that nearly floors me. This is the same guy who, not mere hours ago, couldn’t look his own parents in the eye, and now his hands are sliding up Perry’s thighs, tender and sure, like he wants to memorize every contour before he goes any further.
Perry’s towel is the first casualty, puddling around his ankles as Abel pulls him closer, nuzzling against him, gentle at first.
I ditch my towel without ceremony. If Abel’s got something in mind, I’m not about to miss out. I watch as he mouths along the inside of Perry’s thigh, and Perry’s hands tangle in Abel’s hair, messy, still damp from the shower, dark against Perry’s pale skin.
Perry’s already trembling, little whimpers escaping him as Abel works him over, thorough and attentive, like he’s determined to wring every ounce of gratitude and pleasure out of this moment.
I step closer, hands itching to join the fray, but Abel catches my eye and shakes his head, silent and insistent. I obey. This is his show.
Perry gasps. His knees buckle and I steady him, arms around his waist, holding him up as Abel sucks him with single-minded devotion.
It doesn’t take long. Perry’s already too wound up, and his orgasm hits with a sharp cry. Abel keeps going, gentler now, licking Perry clean before finally sitting back on his heels, mouth glistening, the pride in his eyes almost as bright as the flush on his cheeks.
But Abel isn’t done. He turns to me, his hands on my thighs now, and the look he gives me is so open and raw that for a second I can’t breathe.
Then he’s got me in his mouth, all hot and wet and perfect, and I lose the thread of every coherent thought. I tangle my hands in his hair, not guiding, just holding on, because the world has shrunk to the three of us and the warmth of Abel’s mouth, the squeeze of Perry’s arms around my chest as he supports me from behind. Abel works me with the same kind of devotion he showed Perry, as if this is his offering, his thanks, his love made tangible. He doesn’t need to do this. We already know.
It’s almost too much, but he doesn’t let up, not until I come hard, groaning his name. Abel swallows me down, every last drop, and when he pulls back his eyes are glassy with affection and maybe a little bit of awe.
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and when I try to haul him up for a kiss, he grins. “How’d I do?” His voice is hoarse, but steady.
“So good, babe.”
We wrap Abel in a hug, sandwiching him between us. He buries his face in my shoulder, shuddering and laughing all at once, while Perry strokes his back in slow, gentle circles.
We stand here for a few minutes in a tangle of limbs, the air warm and heavy and perfect, before Perry finally breaks the silence. “Well, I think we’ve definitely worked up an appetite now.”
“Yeah,” I say. “Let’s order that pizza.”
Abel just grins and licks his lips, then fingers, and my cock tries to rally for another round. But I remember something I wanted to ask but keep getting distracted repeatedly. “Move in with me,” I blurt before I lose my courage.
Abel sucks in a breath. “Really?”
“I want it more than anything.” I nuzzle against his neck and breathe him in. He smells like sex and Abel. “Will you?”
He nods and we look to Perry.
“Of course. I want to be close to my guys. But I’m not selling my house. I think we can rent it out.”
“Sounds good to me.” I pull him close and scent him as well.
My chipmunk settles in my head as if that’s all he needed to be calm.
