Chapter 15

Mason pulled the door open before Gray reached it. "It's Gray," he yelled into the house, then threw his arms around him. "God, it's good to see you."

Gray managed to maneuver them over the threshold. He kicked the door closed behind him and dropped his bag to the floor.

Suddenly, Jack was there too, and they were all wrapped around each other.

"You're okay," Jack said in between kisses. "You're really okay."

"I said I was."

"Yeah but you'd say that if you were half dead," Jack complained.

Fair enough. He would. As the enormity of the evening hit him, he grew dizzy. and the world went fuzzy around the edges.

"Gray? Gray are you all right?" Mason's voice sounded far away.

Gray remembered taking a step, sinking toward the couch and then nothing until he heard Mason calling his name and felt something cold-as-fuck against his face.

Jack and Mason loomed over him. "Did you just fucking faint?" Jack asked.

"No." Gray pushed at Jack's chest to get him out of the way, then sat up.

Jack sat on the edge of the coffee table and glared at him. "The hell you didn't."

Gray scowled at him. "I'm fine."

"Gray…"

Had he really fainted? Fuck. "The paramedics said I was in shock, but I didn't have time to?—"

"So you just what, went back to the precinct and did paperwork? You're lucky you didn't fall on your face there."

"I was fine until… Until it all came back just now." The edges of his vision started to go dark again.

"Lie down," Jack ordered.

Gray pushed Jack's arm away. "I said I was okay." He took the cold cloth and rubbed it over his neck.

"Fuck if we're going to believe you after you passed out," Mason said. "You really think you can pull that shit with us?"

Gray exhaled. "Fine. I'm not okay. I'm shaky and scared, and I feel like I might be sick. I can't stop seeing what happened. It's playing over and over like a movie in my head."

"A sniper took Whittaker out? Is that right?" Mason asked. "That's what they're saying on TV."

Gray nodded. "Yeah. He was reaching for a gun. He was going to kill Jenna. I was tied up and couldn't do anything to save her. Then his head exploded. I can't stop seeing it, and I feel like I still have Jenna's blood on me even after I showered at the precinct."

Mason looked slightly sick himself. But Jack nodded. "Can you make it to the bed?"

"Yes, I'm not a fucking invalid."

Jack raised a brow. "You almost ended up facedown on the floor. That seems pretty damn close."

"But you caught me," Gray said. He realized how thankful he was for that. For all the times they'd caught him, figuratively and literally.

Mason stroked Gray's cheek, his eyes shiny with tears. "We could have lost you."

"I… yeah," Gray said.

"I want you on the bed," Jack said, command in his voice.

Gray looked up. He understood what Jack wanted, what Jack thought Gray needed. Was he going to let Jack take charge?

Mason laid a hand on his thigh. "Will you please let us take care of you?"

"Get on the fucking bed." Jack had none of Mason's gentleness for him tonight.

Gray glared at him.

"Don't try to intimidate me."

Gray didn't even argue when Mason took one arm and Jack the other, because he was unsteady as fuck. Even after Jack had been shot, Gray hadn't been this shaky. At least not right away. The adrenaline kept pumping through him that day, until he'd collapsed against the side of Jack's hospital bed.

When they reached the bedroom, Gray started to climb on the bed, but Jack shook his head. "Sit on the end." Then he glanced at Mason "Strip him."

Mason sucked in his breath.

Gray forced himself to sit still while Mason bent over him and pushed up the T-shirt he put on after his shower. He wanted to run his hands through Mason's hair, then slide them down his back and cup his ass. God, he was so fucking hot. Gray breathed deep and Mason smelled so good, slightly sweaty like he'd been working out but also sweet like a cinnamon roll.

Cinnamon rolls? Gray took another slow breath. The house smelled like cinnamon rolls. He looked up at Jack. "Did you make…" The words cinnamon rolls never came out because Mason knelt and cupped Gray's cock. Just like that, he was hard as hell and ready to go.

Mason grinned. "I think he's recovering."

"I thought you were undressing me, not teasing me."

Jack laughed. "Yes, he certainly is more like himself."

Gray growled at him.

"Gray, tell me if I'm wrong, if this isn't what you need."

Jack wasn't wrong, and it was ridiculous for Gray to fight what he craved. While he loved taking charge in bed, doling out punishment and torment that would make Jack and Mason writhe with pleasure, there were times when he needed to be the one who was held down and fucked. He shook his head. "You're not wrong. I want to be fucked and I—" He looked down at Mason and then back at Jack. "I want you to tie me up."

Jack's eyes widened. "Are you sure? Did Whittaker…?"

Gray nodded. "Yeah, he restrained me, but having you do it instead will help. I need to be restrained by someone who loves me to help erase the memory."

Jack kissed him gently, and Mason nuzzled the crease of his thigh. "Then that's what you'll get as long as you swear you'll tell us immediately if you need to be freed."

Gray didn't think he would, but he understood Jack's hesitation. "I swear."

Gray lifted his hips so Mason could slide his sweats and boxers over his ass. Mason stared at Gray's exposed cock, lust clear in his eyes, but he didn't touch it, and he sure as fuck didn't take it down his throat like Gray wanted. It was all Gray could do to keep from ordering him to.

Gray glanced up. Jack was grinning at him, obviously understanding how hard waiting was for him. "I'm making the decisions tonight," Jack said. "That will be easier for you once we've got you tied up."

Mason tapped one of Gray's legs, and Gray lifted it so Mason could remove his shoe and sock. He did the same on the other side. Gray was fully naked now but Jack and Mason were still in their shorts and T-shirts, which made him feel way too exposed.

Mason stood then, so close their bodies were almost touching. Gray's cock reached for him, desperate for friction.

Gray turned to look at Jack, and Jack cupped his cheek, stroking it with his thumb. "You can do this because you want to… and we want to give you what you need, just like always."

"Always," Mason echoed when Gray looked back at him.

"Mason, go get some rope," Jack ordered.

"And a cock ring?" Mason asked, a wicked note in his voice.

"Oh yes, that too."

Gray made a strangled noise. His mind fought against the plan for him to be stretched out, tied, unable to come, but his cock was semi-hard, interested but wary. Exhaustion and the occasional flashes of fear were keeping him from being able to relax. But he felt more himself than when he'd walked in the door. Jack and Mason would be able to make him forget the hell he'd been through, at least for a little while.

"Stop thinking so much. I can see you doing it," Jack said.

Gray sighed. "I'll try."

"Don't try, just let go and trust us."

Mason returned with lengths of black rope. "Arms over your head," he commanded, not waiting for Jack to say anything.

Gray glared at him.

"You're not going to make this easy, are you?" Jack asked.

"Did you really think I would?"

Jack smiled. "Not for a second."

Gray reached for the headboard and wrapped his hands around two of the thick wooden slats. They'd bought the bed for its sturdiness and it hadn't let them down yet.

Mason straddled Gray and ran his hands up Gray's arms. His touch was firm, sensuous, and reassuring. When he reached Gray's wrists, he flicked his finger over the pulse points, and Gray sucked his breath in. How was such a simple touch so arousing? He looked down and Mason's cock was right there, pressing against his thin exercise shorts. Gray could easily break Mason's hold and pull his hips forward so he could taste that lovely cock.

"Don't even think about it," Jack said.

Gray scowled. "Are you a fucking mind reader now?"

"When it comes to you, yes. You make it easy."

Mason chuckled as he wrapped the rope around Gray's right wrist, binding him. Gray tensed and closed his eyes, willing his body to relax as Mason secured his other wrist.

Mason leaned forward as he worked, his cock nearly brushing Gray's lips. But he sat back before Gray could have a taste.

"Are you okay?" he asked, laying a hand on Gray's chest.

"Yes." The word came out embarrassingly breathy. Gray didn't mean to sound so weak, but he was. He only pretended to be otherwise. Most of the time he was scared to death.

"Whatever you're thinking, stop it," Jack said.

"I'm not?—"

"Gray." Mason's tone held a warning. Gray gave in, ending his protest.

More rope in hand, Mason settled himself between Gray's legs, facing his feet. As he leaned over to loop the rope through the footboard, he stuck his ass out, taunting Gray.

Jack spanked Mason, but he just groaned and wiggled, begging for more.

"Be careful what you wish for," Jack said.

Mason ignored him and took hold of Gray's ankle, lifting his ass even more. He brushed his lips over the circular bone of Gray's ankle, then ran his tongue down along his arch. Gray fought the urge to tear his foot from Mason's grasp. "Fuck, that's… fuck!"

"Wow, you already can't talk, and you're not even completely restrained yet," Jack said.

Gray would've flipped him off if his hands weren't tied. "Bastard."

"Oh, I'm going to be a hell of a lot worse than this before we're done."

Gray was sure he would be. As Mason tied his other ankle, he tried not to think too much about the fact that he was at their mercy, unable to move away from any touch.

Jack ran a hand over Mason's ass. Then he grabbed his waistband, pulled his shorts down, and turned to look at Gray. "Is this what you want?"

Gray licked his lips but refused to answer.

Mason wiggled until he was positioned so Jack could push his shorts all the way down.

"I want it," Jack said. He licked one of Mason's cheeks and pushed a finger into his ass. Gray bit his lip, knowing Jack wanted to hear his reaction. He wasn't going to make a fucking sound.

Mason pushed back, trying to take more, and Jack slapped his ass again. "Not now. Finish trussing him up."

Jack looked back at Gray. "You sure this isn't what you want?" He skimmed his fingers over Mason's hole. "Don't you want his ass stretched around your cock? Or maybe around your whole hand?"

Mason gasped, and Gray nearly bit through his lip holding in a groan.

"I know you do. Too bad we have other plans for you tonight."

Mason secured Gray's other ankle and climbed off the end of the bed. Jack moved behind him, circling his waist with one arm, pinning him in place. With his free hand, he pumped Mason's cock.

Mason moaned and thrust into Jack's grip. Gray watched them, but instead of feeling jealous this time, he felt special. They were putting on a show just for him, giving him pleasure. Is this how they felt when he topped them?

Jack let go of Mason's cock after a few moments. He slid his hand into Mason's hair and pulled his head to the side so he could whisper in his ear. They both watched Gray while they shared whatever kinky secret was making Mason's eyes go wide. Then Jack let Mason go and they climbed onto the bed, looking like cats stalking prey.

Gray pulled on the ropes, testing his bonds.

Jack shook his head. "You're not going anywhere. You're going to sink into the mattress and lie still while we give you what you need."

"What I need is your cock inside me, and Mason's ass swallowing my cock."

Jack shook his head. "But that's not what you need."

Gray growled. The little bastard.

"Close your eyes. And no peeking or I'll blindfold you," Jack threatened.

"The fuck you will."

"Don't tempt me."

Gray hissed as Jack skimmed his fingers over the tip of his cock.

"He's so fucking sensitive, isn't he, Mason?"

"Yessss." Mason's voice was low, sultry, and even sexier when Gray couldn't see.

"Blindfold me," he said, surprising even himself.

"You're sure?" Mason asked.

Gray looked from one of them to the other. "Yes. I want to concentrate on what I feel and hear, but you have to promise to talk to me."

Mason nodded. "We can do that."

Gray closed his eyes again. He heard one of them leave, probably to get a blindfold. It must have been Jack, because Mason bent over him. Gray could tell it was him by his smell. He flicked his tongue over Gray's ear. And Gray shivered. "That fucking tickles!"

Mason laughed. "I love how you get goose bumps when I do that."

"Asshole," Gray complained.

Mason ignored him. He kissed Gray's neck, then wrapped a hand around Gray's cock, sliding it slowly up and down.

"Stop that," Jack ordered when he returned.

"But he feels so good." Mason tightened his grip, and Gray fought the need to push into his hand.

"Mason," Jack warned.

"Fine." Mason's pouty tone made Gray smile.

"I said tease him, not jerk him off."

Mason huffed. "I wasn't going to let him come."

"He's excellent at getting you to do what he wants."

"You too," Mason taunted.

"Yeah, he makes a man want to please him."

Heat filled Gray's cheeks as Jack tied the blindfold. Was that really how they saw him?

"What should we do with him now that he can't see what's coming?" Mason asked in a stage whisper.

He heard movement and whispers. Jack was speaking, but Gray couldn't make out what he was saying. Then the bed dipped on either side of him and he felt the brush of one of their legs against his—Jack's if he had to guess. They caressed him, hands and mouths working over his chest, up his arms, along his neck, down his legs, even over his feet, which he'd never thought were an erogenous zone until Mason went to work on him with tongue and teeth scraping over his arch.

He tensed as Jack flicked his thumb over one of his nipples while he ran his tongue along Gray's jaw. It was like they intended to activate every nerve in his body. Mason sucked one of Gray's toes in his mouth, and Gray gave a muffled shout, the first sound he'd made. Jack pinched his nipple and arched up, yanking on the ropes.

"Enough," Gray said.

Jack laid a hand on his chest over his wildly beating heart. "Really?"

Gray took a breath and tried to sort through the thoughts in his head, mostly dark erotic images of payback. Did he really want this to end? "No."

"Good." Jack's voice was a purr. "We're far from done with you."

He went back to tormenting Gray. Then, slowly, both men worked their way toward Gray's cock, which was so fucking hard it was all Gray could do to keep his hips still. Precum pooled warm and sticky on his abdomen.

Jack nipped at his hipbone and Gray jerked, trying to escape. But Mason took a firm hold on his hips and Gray forced himself not to fight the hold, because Mason was bending low, his warm breath rushing across Gray's cock. Gray squeezed his hands into fists. Relax. Don't fight it. They'll give you what you need.

Mason didn't touch his cock, though. Instead, he nuzzled Gray's balls and licked at the skin behind them. Gray moaned. He wasn't going to beg. Fuck no, he wasn't.

"What do you want, Gray?" Jack asked.

"You know what I want, you fucking bastard."

"No. You're going to have to tell me." Jack's breath was warm against Gray's cock.

"I want your mouth on my fucking cock. I want to fucking choke you with it."

Jack chuckled. Then he sucked on the tip, fucking the slit with his tongue before pulling back. "Too bad. I'd rather you suck mine."

Gray growled. If he sucked Jack, would Mason would give him what he needed?

Jack brushed Gray's lips with the tip of his cock and Gray opened for him, letting him thrust deep, sucking and licking until Jack was gasping for breath. He kept it up, using his best techniques, wanting to push Jack into losing control. It would serve him right.

Mason toyed with Gray's balls for a few moments longer. Then he slid his fingers along Gray's crack and pushed inside him as he sucked Gray's sac. Gray nearly choked around Jack's cock. Fuck that felt good. Mason kept finger-fucking Gray as Gray sucked Jack. Jack was close. He was sure of it.

"You want this, Gray?" Jack asked. "You want me to come down your throat?"

Gray nodded. He did, desperately. As Mason speared his ass, Gray pushed down, trying to get Mason's fingers deeper. Gray wanted nothing more than to make Jack spill, to feel the hot splash of his cum in his throat.

Seconds later he got his wish. Jack cried out and thrust against him. Gray swallowed every drop.

When Jack let his cock fall from Gray's mouth, he was barely able to talk through his labored breaths. "That was. Wow. I'm… impressed. I think… You deserve a reward."

Mason had stopped toying with Gray when Jack came, probably wanting to watch.

Gray heard whispering again and what sounded like slicked-up fingers opening someone's ass. Was Jack going to fuck Mason and make Gray watch or, worse, just listen? That couldn't be considered a reward.

Before he had a chance to protest, Mason straddled him and reached for his cock. Gray sucked in his breath. The sensation of a hand on him after being denied for so long was so fucking intense. A few strokes, and he'd come.

But Mason gave more than that. He started to sink down over Gray's cock. From the way it felt, he had to be facing the end of the bed, reverse cowboy style.

"Don't move," Jack said.

"I fucking can't."

"Not you. Mason."

Jack pulled the blindfold off, and Gray nearly came right then. He could see Mason's ass stretched around his cock as he lowered himself the rest of the way.

"Fuck!"

"He looks good like that, doesn't he?"

"Why the fuck have we never done this before?"

"I have no idea," Jack said. Gray glanced at him. He looked as enraptured as Gray was.

Mason rose slowly. Gray sucked in his breath, his full attention riveted on Mason. He hated that he couldn't grab Mason's hips and shove him down, but the restraints made every sensation sharper.

Jack kissed Gray, a full assault on his mouth, tasting, biting, consuming him as Mason worked himself on Gray's cock, moving with agonizing slowness.

When Jack finally pulled away, his lips were red and glistening. He smiled at Gray and walked to the end of the bed, where he took Mason's chin in his hand and tilted his face up. Mason sank all the way down and stayed there, waiting.

Gray shifted, unable to help himself. After a few seconds, he'd had all he could take. "Move, or I'm going to rip this headboard in half." He jerked on his bonds, and the bed creaked ominously.

Jack laughed at him. The fucking bastard. "Be patient."

"Suck me," Jack ordered Mason. Gray heard Mason's quick intake of breath. Jack moved forward, positioning himself so Mason could take him if he leaned forward. The position displayed Mason's stretched ass obscenely but meant he couldn't take as much of Gray's cock.

Gray growled. "Need more."

"This is all you get." Jack watched him, though his eyelids fluttered when Mason sucked him all the way down. Gray's gaze moved back and forth from the sight of his cock disappearing into Mason to Jack's look of intense lust.

"Are you close?" Jack asked him.

"Yes. God, yes."

"Then it's my turn." He stepped back and Mason rose up. Gray barely suppressed a whine when his cock slipped from Mason's body.

"You better be planning to do something about this," Gray said, looking down at his aching cock.

"Oh I am," Jack said. He glanced at Mason. "Undo his ankles." Mason moved slowly, his own cock red and jutting.

Was Jack going to deny Mason the right to get off?

Mason rubbed Gray's ankles once they were freed from the restraints. Mason's hands were warm and—despite Gray's desperation to get off—comforting.

Jack moved between Gray's legs and pushed them wide as Gray drew his knees up. Mason handed him the lube. Jack teased Gray's crack with a few slick fingers. "Are you ready?"

Gray was. He didn't need any fucking prep. "Fuck yes. Quit talking and put your dick in me already."

Mason laughed as he knelt on the bed next to them, hand sliding lazily on his cock.

"Should we free his hands?" Jack asked.

Mason pretended to consider the question.

"Fuck yes," Gray said.

"Really?" Jack asked. "Or do you want me to fuck you while you can't touch me?"

Did Gray want that, to be taken while he was unable to touch, unable to control anything, unable to jerk himself off? "Leave them."

Jack smiled. "Good choice."

Jack opened him up, slick fingers probing deep, brushing Gray's sweet spot, and making him struggle to get more.

"Fuck me now!"

Jack ignored him, keeping up the teasing for a few more seconds. Then his cock was there, pushing in. Gray welcomed the burn since it might keep him from shooting in two seconds. He didn't think he was even going to need his hand to get off after all they'd put him through.

Jack gave him time to adjust, but once those stretched muscles eased, Jack fucked him mercilessly, deep and fast. Mason's hand was nearly a blur as he worked his own cock.

"Can you come like this, with no hands?" Jack asked, seeming to barely get the words out.

"I… I'm not sure. I…"

Jack pulled out and took both their cocks in his hand, working them together.

"Holy fuck!" Gray shouted.

"Mason, are you close?"

"Fuck, yes!"

"Come on me," Gray begged. He was desperate to be covered in Mason's come, in Jack's, in his own. He wanted to be a sticky fucking mess.

Jack's grip was tight, his hand warm. Gray was so fucking close. Right there. "Fuck."

He shot, spurting over Jack's hand. Jack followed seconds later and then Mason.

Before Gray had come down from the high of climax, Mason was freeing one of his hands and Jack the other. They rubbed his wrists, and Gray kept his eyes closed as he floated on the aftershocks of pleasure.

"You okay?" Mason asked.

Gray nodded, or at least, he meant to. He was so tired he wasn't quite sure. Mason and Jack curled up next to him, but he had only a hazy awareness of their bodies against his before he fell asleep.