18. Kaino
18
Kaino
Watching the two men I care about so intimately entwined, showering each other with affection both verbal and physical, is mind-blowing and hot as hell. I’m being included, but not pressured to participate more physically, and it truly is a gift. Allowing me to partake in as much or as little as I’m comfortable makes me feel seen and respected. It means more to me than either of them will probably ever know.
“Oh, fuck, baby, right there.” Bjorn’s eyes are wide, breath coming in gasps and grunts as Xander pounds into him, his muscles undulating with each powerful snap of his hips. I move closer to them, rising up onto my knees as I stroke myself in time with Xander’s thrusts. Bjorn reaches out and takes my hand, grasping it tightly, not asking more of me, and I groan at the inclusion and intimacy, the ache in my balls almost unbearable.
Xander pushes against Bjorn’s thighs, pressing them down against his chest, and leans over him, thrusting faster and faster. I watch for any sign that this position is aggravating his wound, but all I can see in his expression is bliss. “Look at him, Kaino.” Xander’s words come out breathy from exertion. “Look how gorgeous he is.” And Bjorn is, his muscles flexing and bulging under Xander’s onslaught, his face suffused with pleasure. But so is Xander, his lean body taut with effort, long hair damp with sweat, and his lips pink and kiss swollen.
“You’re both beautiful. Sexy.”
He turns his blue eyes to me, though most of the iris is covered by black. “So are you. So fucking gorgeous. Please. Tell me what I should do to him.”
“Fuck him. Relentlessly, until he comes.” They both groan just before Xander hauls Bjorn to the very edge of the bed and pounds into him with enough force to make the entire bed rock.
Bjorn grunts with each thrust, skin slapping against skin like a deliciously debauched ASMR recording. “I’m close. Fuck me, Xander. Fuck me hard.” Xander sets a punishing pace, hammering into Bjorn, who fists the bedding, knuckles white with strain, mouth open in a silent moan. His eyes lock on Xander’s as he gasps for breath, a thin sheen of sweat coating his face.
“Kaino…”
“Not yet, Kit.” Fuck. Even this close, Xander looks to me for direction. He’s so fucking perfect. “You’re being so good for me. Just a little longer.” Xander stifles a whimper, and I want to stroke his back, praise him more, but that might push him over the edge, and I don’t want that yet. “Bear.” Gray eyes, now dark with lust, gaze up at me. I can tell he’s at the edge. His restraint is slipping, and he’s almost frantic with need. The tension in the air is electric, palpable, like the pause just before a firework explodes or lightning strikes. He watches me intently, eyes pleading. So I give him what he needs. “Bjorn, come.”
With a roar, Bjorn presses his head back onto the mattress, bellowing as his cock erupts, come splattering across his chest in thick, ropey streaks. Watching as Bjorn succumbs to the bliss, Xander’s orgasm hits with a ferocity that has his body shuddering, wave after wave, as he rides out his pleasure before collapsing over Bjorn’s chest. Both are panting furiously, their sated bodies wrung out by our efforts. The musky scent of sex and sweat fills the room, and I can’t hold back any more. My orgasm rips through me, and I come with a silent scream, eyes clenched shut as my muscles tense again and again, come spurting over my shuttling fist.
Gasping for air, I let go of my cock and drop my head forward, barely keeping my feet under me as the pleasure ebbs from my body. Slowly, I open my eyes as Bjorn laces our fingers together. Now that the blood isn’t rushing through my ears, I can hear him murmuring softly. I meet his very sated, happy gaze with what is probably one of my own and raise his hand to my mouth, kissing his knuckles before slowly releasing his grip, reaching for the strategically placed tissues. I grab a handful to help keep most of the mess contained as I shuffle to the bathroom. After a thorough wipe down, I toss the tissues in the trash and grab a few more to deal with any stray droplets.
Before I finish, Bjorn stumbles in behind me, turns on the shower, and leans against the vanity, looking thoroughly wrecked and inordinately pleased about it. “How about we get you cleaned up properly?” I glance between him and the shower, debating. “You should stay tonight. None of us has work tomorrow, and it’s late.” Everything he’s saying is true, and even though I’m functioning, I’m quickly losing steam. He must take my silence for hesitation, continuing to press his case. “If you want, you can sleep in one of the guest rooms. I know you like your space, and cuddling isn’t your thing.”
At that point, Xander wanders into the bathroom and slips his arms around Bjorn’s waist, leaning heavily against his back, making him stumble a bit. “Cuddling is my thing. I want to cuddle.”
Bjorn grins and looks at Xander over his shoulder. “I’ll cuddle with you.” He turns back to me. “Stay? Please.”
I nod. “Alright. And I don’t need a guest room as long as you’re okay with me reading in bed for a bit. I don’t need a lot of sleep, and it helps me wind down.”
Xander props his chin on Bjorn’s shoulder. “We don’t mind. I’m a good sleeper.”
“I’m great at sleeping.” Bjorn practically puffs up his chest. “I can sleep with the light on or noise outside. I can pretty much sleep through anything. So you won’t bother us.”
I nod again. “Okay.” Steam pours from the absurdly large walk-in shower. “I forgot you have a shower the size of a small room.”
“Lots of people have large, walk-in showers. Now get naked and join us.” Sighing, I unbutton my shirt and watch as Xander and Bjorn, both with ridiculously dopey grins, stumble into the shower on post-orgasmic legs.
“You remember the house was my grandfather’s, right? Toward the end of his life, he was in a wheelchair. That’s why we have an elevator. Anyway, he built a shower with enough room to allow him to turn the wheelchair, and when I inherited the house, I was happy to leave things as they were and not squeeze myself into an average shower stall or bathtub surround. Once I remodeled, I chose to keep the footprint and have it re-tiled and new fixtures installed.”
Xander steps under one of the shower arrays and moans happily. “It’s wonderful. And no need to pretend showering together is sexy or romantic while doing the shower dance.”
I blink and look at Bjorn, who is equally confused. “Shower dance?”
“Yes.” Xander opens his eyes and glances between the two of us, then sighs like we’re incredibly obtuse. “You know. You’re in a shower with someone, and it’s supposed to be sexy and romantic. But there’s only one shower head, and you have to keep switching so one of you is under the spray while the other person freezes their bits off. And it ends up not being romantic or sexy. Or even convenient.”
“True.” I fold my clothes and set them on the closed toilet, then step into the shower room under my own deliciously hot spray.
Xander catches my eye. “Thank you. For earlier.” He jerks his thumb over his shoulder toward the bedroom. “That was…” His voice fades, and his smile becomes dreamy.
Bjorn finishes the sentence for him. “Hot as fuck is what that was.”
“You… that was okay? For you, I mean.”Xander’s brows are drawn down with worry. “You enjoyed yourself?”
I smile reassuringly. “Yes. I very much enjoyed myself.”
“Did you…” His voice trails off, and his cheeks flush darker.
Nodding, I reach for the body wash. “Yes. I orgasmed. Quite intensely, actually. Watching the two of you, the way you were so in tune with each other, was incredible.”
“Hot, right?” Bjorn’s grin couldn’t get any wider. He hooks an arm around Xander’s waist and hauls him close, kissing him soundly on the lips. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. I love your dick.”
Xander throws back his head and laughs. “You are so crass.” It doesn’t stop him from kissing Bjorn once more before turning back to me. “Well, I thought it was hot, too. But I want to make sure you know you’re always welcome to join us in whatever capacity you want. If you want more physical intimacy, or less, just tell us.” Xander leans into Bjorn. “I want you both to be happy. I want the three of us to be together. Equally.”
“Don’t worry. I don’t feel left out or unequal. Tonight was perfect. You were perfect.”
Bjorn pulls Xander closer and kisses his temple. “You were. Thank you.”
Xander practically glows with pleasure. “You’re welcome. Thank you both for being so amazing.”
I leave them to their showering method, which seems to involve a lot more fondling than actual washing, and focus on getting myself clean, then exit the shower and dry off. “Hey, spare toothbrushes are in the bottom drawer of the vanity.” Bjorn gestures to the sink area. “And you’re both welcome to borrow shorts and T-shirts or lounge pants. Or go naked.” He waggles his eyebrows at me.
I snort as I wrap the towel around my waist and go in search of the toothbrushes. When I find the right drawer, I stare in fascination at the wide variety before turning to look at Bjorn. “Do you often have company who stay long enough to brush their teeth?”
“Not likely.” He shrugs. “Some people like shoes. I have a thing for toothbrushes.”
Rolling my eyes at such a Bjorn statement, I turn back to the mirror and open the cabinet, looking for toothpaste. My mouth falls open. “Bjorn. Why do you have Avengers Band-Aids?” I reach to move them aside because there’s another box behind it. “And Barbie?”
“In case someone gets injured and needs a Band-Aid. Obviously.”
“Obviously.” I find the toothpaste and squeeze some onto my brush before turning around and walking back to the shower. “But why Barbie and the Avengers? None of your siblings have children.”
He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. “They’re cool.” I add the unspoken ‘duh’ on for him.
I glance at Xander, who is trying valiantly not to laugh. “What was I thinking?” I walk back to the sink and continue brushing my teeth. The water turns off behind me as I finish, and I step out of the way to let Xander pick a toothbrush, watching his expression as he opens the drawer. He looks up at me from where he’s crouched, mouth gaping in amazement. “Right?”
He snorts. “Bjorn, I think we need to stage an intervention on your toothbrush obsession.”
“No, see, what if your gums are having a rough time, and you need a softer toothbrush? Then you go with this one.” He reaches in the drawer and pulls out a pale orange brush with wispy bristles. “Soft. See?” He points at the word on the package. “Or maybe you’re having trouble reaching your back teeth. Then you use this one.” He grabs a package containing a brush that looks more like something out of a science fiction movie, with low and high bristles and circles with rubbery plastic centers. “And they come in great colors, and I couldn’t pick. Plus, you’re supposed to change your toothbrush every three months as well as after you’ve been sick. I don’t want to run out.”
Shaking my head, I press up on my toes to kiss him softly on the lips. “You are incredibly adorable.” I sigh and feign exasperation as I wave Xander closer. “I can barely reach Bjorn’s lips. There’s no way I’m reaching way up to yours. Come down here, please.” Grinning, Xander leans down, and I kiss him, too. “I’m going to go rummage through Bjorn’s drawers for some shorts. Do you want me to grab something for you?”
Xander’s eyes sparkle with affection, and warmth spreads through my chest. This is all still a bit odd but not as much as I thought it would be. And it feels really good, too. “Shorts please. Thank you.”
I grab my dirty clothes and head into the bedroom. Fairly quickly, I find Bjorn’s shorts drawer and pull out two pairs, figuring Bjorn can pick whatever he wants on his own since it’s his clothing. I leave one pair on the dresser and pull on the other. They’re a bit too big, so I pull the drawstring tight and tie it off. It looks ridiculous, but they’ll be fine for sleeping. “Bjorn, which side is yours?”
Coming into the room completely and unapologetically nude, he glances at the bed and shrugs. “Doesn’t matter. I tend to sleep in the middle, so I’ll easily accommodate whatever you two prefer.”
Rather than pushing the point, I take him at his word and climb into bed. Before I even think to ask, Bjorn hands me a phone charger. “There’s a power strip between the bed and the side table.” He walks to the other side of the bed and bends over to plug in another power cable.
I take a moment to appreciate the view as he does. “How did you know which version I’d need?”
“I’ve seen your phone. I know what brand you have.”
Blinking, I try to process the words. “Why do you have so many phone charging cords?”
“Siblings.” As if that’s all the explanation needed, he turns and walks to his dresser, opening the drawer to pull out boxer briefs, and tug them on.
I shake my head and lean out of the bed to plug in the power cord, then plug my phone in to charge. “Thank you. That was incredibly thoughtful.”
Xander crawls into bed and plugs in his phone as well, then holds out his arms for Bjorn. With a grin, he crawls up the bed and kisses Xander, then flops between the two of us. “In the middle. My favorite spot.” Bjorn slips under the covers, and Xander rolls into his side, draping an arm over his chest.
“You’re sure my reading won’t bother you?”
Bjorn shakes his head, and Xander’s eyes are already closed. “Nope. I’m already asleep.” Bjorn and I share a smile. Who knew Xander is so adorable when he’s wrung out and tired?
Bjorn reaches across him and turns off the light on that side of the bed, then settles his hand on my thigh. “Good night, Kaino.”
“Good night, Bjorn. Good night, Xander.” There’s mumbling, and I assume that’s Xander’s sleepy good night in return. I turn off the lamp next to me and unlock my phone, opening the reading app before sinking down into the pillows. It’s shocking how comfortable I am in Bjorn’s bed, with him and Xander, like we do this all the time. Which would be fine with me. I thoroughly enjoyed what we did tonight, and would very much love to do it again. Soon. And that’s the most surprising thing of all.