Chapter 4

CHAPTER FOUR

J ames woke up in a rush, pure panic slamming into him.

Where was he?

Where the fuck was he?

He was dressed, so that was good, but he didn’t have shoes on.

He could see the room he was in from the sunlight coming from beneath the blinds. It was a bedroom. Aside from the bed, there was a small desk with a chair and a dresser, art on the walls. The door was ajar, and he heard voices coming from beyond it.

Okay.

Okay, think.

He’d gone home with the couple from the coffee shop and tacos. Silas and Bran.

Had he fallen asleep? How had he gotten up here?

“Do you think he’s awake yet?”

“Well, if he’s not, the scent of bacon and pancakes should do it.”

“Chocolate chip or blueberry?”

“What the hell, I’ll make some of each.”

“Mmm. You do love me.”

God, how embarrassing. He crept out of the bedroom, searching for a bathroom, because he needed to pee, so badly.

“Jamie? Is that you?” The dark-haired one peeked from around an open door and gave him a grin. “You are awake!”

“I am. I’m so sorry. Is there… can I please borrow your bathroom?”

The silver-haired fox appeared, pushing past Silas into the hall. “You’ve got nothing to apologize for, boy. And the bathroom is the door next to yours. Feel free to have a shower if you feel the need. There’s plenty of soap, shampoo, and towels.”

“I… I don’t have anything to change into…” And he hated putting dirty clothes on clean skin.

“I’ve got sweatpants with a drawstring you could borrow, along with a T-shirt while we wash your clothing,” Silas suggested.

“Do you? I… Are you sure you don’t mind? I hate being a trouble.” But he wanted a shower, so badly.

The silver fox waved his hand. “You’re no trouble at all. Just one question before you go—chocolate or blueberry?”

“Is yes wrong?”

Bran chuckled, and Silas was grinning like crazy behind him. “Silas would say that it’s exactly the right answer. That’s two votes for both, so both it is.”

“See?” Silas bounced. “I told you!”

Bran chuckled, giving Silas a fond look. They were truly adorable together.

“I’ll be very fast.” He was used to that now. He couldn’t believe that ten years ago he was a television star, that he had been living in LA, in a huge house with his folks.

The words “Take as long as you want,” chased him into the bathroom.

He went in and stripped down, finding the bathroom to be clean and perfectly comfortable. The shower was a decent size, and he just took a moment to let the hot water pour down over him. There was good pressure, too. Between that and the heat, he knew he wasn’t back at the house he shared with his eleven roommates, and it felt really decadent.

He washed his hair, cleaned himself off, then turned off the water, realizing as he did that he hadn’t gotten the sweats.

Grabbing a towel as he stepped out of the shower, he noticed that between the soap and the towel, he could smell the guys and it was… really nice. He wrapped the towel around his body and opened the bathroom door a crack. On the floor in front of the door was a neat pile of clothes.

So sweet.

He picked them up and covered himself and his distinctive ink behind the clothes. He didn’t need to get recognized.

He could hear noises from downstairs, and he followed them into the kitchen, which was a good size, with an island in the middle. There were three place settings on the island, butter, syrup, and jam on it as well, and Bran was at the stove flipping pancakes, Silas leaning against the counter watching him.

“Hello. Thank you for the clothes. I’ll have them washed as soon as I can.”

They both turned toward him, smiling.

“You’re welcome,” Silas said. “Though I have to admit, you look a bit like an orphan in them.”

“I think you look adorable,” Bran told him. “Where are your dirty clothes? We’ll get them washed.”

“Oh, you don’t have to.”

“It’s no trouble,” Bran assured him.

“Bran likes doing laundry.” Silas grinned and slid a hand along Bran’s arm. “He likes making things clean, and he likes the way the soap smells.”

“Giving away all my secrets…”

“I’ll go get them. I… I’m so sorry for crashing on you guys last night. So embarrassing.”

“Nonsense. You were clearly exhausted.” Bran’s words echoed in his head as he went upstairs again to grab his clothing.

He was lazy, maybe. Tired, for sure. Burned out? Fuck.

He grabbed his clothing off the bathroom floor. He noticed the walls this time as he made his way back downstairs. There was artwork everywhere, modern, old, simple, ornate. Just lots and lots of it.

It was fascinating, the way that the complicated paintings made a singular impression.

Silas met him at the bottom of the stairs. “Let me show you where the laundry room is.” He led the way down the hall, past the kitchen, and through a door at the end of the hall.

The laundry room had the requisite washer and dryer, shelves full of various laundry-type bottles, and a clean counter. It was the most spacious laundry room James had ever seen.

“It’s lovely.” And bigger than his bedroom. He could just sleep on top of one of the counters.

“Bran designed the renovations himself. So we got everything we wanted the place to be.” Silas shrugged. “We’ve both done pretty well for ourselves, but I know we’re spoiled.”

“No. You work hard. You deserve it.” He understood that.

Silas nodded his head. “Thank you, boy. Now, let’s get your clothes washing, eh?” Silas opened the washing machine and grabbed a bottle of clothes-washing liquid.

“Thank you.” It was a tiny load, but Silas didn’t seem to mind. “I really appreciate this.”

“It really is no problem.” Silas turned the machine on, then gave him a grin. “Come on. Bran’s pancakes are not to be missed.”

“I haven’t had homemade pancakes since I was a little boy!” He’d eaten at craft services for breakfast most of his life.

“Seriously? Damn. Well, today is your day.” Silas led him right over to the island and pulled out one of the stools. “Coffee, tea, milk, orange juice, or water?”

“Uh… is it weird to want milk?”

“Nope. It is in fact the only correct answer when it comes to pancakes.”

Bran snorted. “So is coffee or tea. I’m not sure why you would offer orange juice with pancakes in the first place. The sweet just doesn’t go with the acid of the juice.”

“Some people like orange juice on the side with breakfast,” Silas countered.

Bran snorted again.

“I’d like milk, please.” He felt like he was totally overwhelmed.

“It’s a good choice,” Bran told him, giving him a wink.

Silas put three glasses on the island and poured milk into each of them as Bran put three plates on the table: chocolate pancakes, blueberry pancakes, with bacon and sausages on the third plate.

“Help yourself, boy.”

He took one of each type of pancake and a single sausage. He wasn’t sure what was polite here.

Silas gave him a look. “No wonder you’re so skinny if that’s all you eat!” The man grabbed two of each kind of pancake, some bacon and a couple sausages.

What was he supposed to say? “I live on caffeine and sunshine.”

Oh, he could put that line in his book.

They both stared at him for a moment, and then Bran put another chocolate chip pancake on his plate, while Silas added three slices of bacon.

“I was speaking with sunshine the other day,” Bran told him. “And they think you need to expand your diet.”

He couldn’t help but to laugh. That was so sweet. “Did they?”

“Yep. Man cannot live on caffeine and sunshine alone.”

“Although sometimes we may try,” Silas noted. “I can get a bit obsessive when the sculpting bug hits me. At that point, food is just a distraction.”

“Yeah? It’s nice though. Just letting yourself work.” He sort of loved that part.

“Yes!” Silas laughed and nodded. “Exactly.”

“Which is why you need a keeper to make sure you eat and sleep.”

“You’re lucky to have him.” No question. They loved each other, so much.

“That goes both ways.” Bran took Silas’s hand and kissed it. “Now, eat before the pancakes get cold because they’re much better hot.”

“Yes, sir.” He grinned and dug in. Oh, so yummy.

Silas and Bran also ate, and for a moment, there was silence as they all worked on emptying their plates.

He found himself reluctant to go home, but he knew he was going to have to as soon as his clothes were dried. He had to write and then plan for tomorrow at the coffee shop.

Silas sat back and rubbed his stomach. “Damn, that was the best breakfast. Thank you, Bran.”

“My pleasure. So, Jamie—what’re your plans for today? Can we beg more of your company?”

“Well, I have to write, get things together for work tomorrow, but… my clothes are in the wash.”

“And our washing machine is ancient. I mean, just so old it takes hours and hours to wash.” Silas’s eyes twinkled, telling him the man was teasing.

“Do you have a place to write?” Bran asked. “It sounds like your home is a little… crowded.”

“It’s insane. Twelve people. Eight of us without kitchen privileges. It’s a wild scenario, but it’s also exciting and affordable on my salary. I rent the walk-in closet, so there’s a door.” It was wild, but it was also an experience.

Silas and Bran shared a look.

“We have a perfectly good room that could be yours,” Silas told him.

“Barring that, we have a study with a writing desk. You could come and write whenever you want,” Bran suggested.

“Barring that? He’s living in a closet!”

“It’s a walk-in closet.” He grabbed his phone and dialed up the photos. “See? It’s cute!”

He had a bean bag with a bunch of pillows and blankets, his books in the built-in shelves, and a low table for his laptop.

“It’s not bad at all. For a closet. But what about the no-food thing?” Silas asked, frowning.

“I have a microwave and a mini fridge. Besides, I mostly eat at the coffee shop, or I get tacos or whatever. I just… it’s a thing. We don’t get kitchen privileges. There are eight of us.”

“Eight boys with no access to food in the house they live in…” Silas looked stricken.

Bran took his hand. “I heard, love. We’ll figure something, yeah?”

Silas nodded. “Yes.”

“We’re not—we’re all over eighteen. I promise.”

Bran nodded. “Good to know. You should still be able to get to a fridge and have fresh vegetables, fruit. Food not from a fast food joint…” He shook his head. “We don’t need to solve the world’s problems today, now do we? Now, you have a lovely nook of a home, but we’d still like to offer you a place to come and write. An office, so to speak. Private, quiet, a fridge with snacks and cold drinks.”

“Oh…” Something quiet. “How much are you asking?”

“Bran is a nurturer of artists. There would be no charge,” Silas told him. “I mean, if you happened to see dishes in the sink and wanted to do them, no one would stop you, but seriously, there’s no charge.”

“Oh, I couldn’t do that. That’s taking advantage of you, and you’re both so kind…” He loved the idea, but he wasn’t a user. He was independent. He was coping.

“But—” Bran put a hand on Silas’s arm, stopping his words.

“We don’t feel you would be, but we can come to an arrangement, I’m sure. What if I commission some writing from you in exchange for the space?”

He tilted his head. Okay… that was unexpected. “Like what?”

“I own a gallery, and we do brochures detailing what’s available. I start with the artist and the name of the work, maybe I’ve been given a couple details about the pieces and the artists themselves. The brochures need descriptions, the author bio. Maybe a bit about the exhibition in general if there’s a theme or a showing.”

“Oh. So, like copywriting? I can do that. I may need some direction, but I can do that.”

“Yes, copywriting. I knew there was a specific word for it. It would be a great help if you could do that for me in exchange for the writing room time.”

“I can do that, but you need to be sure. I mean… it’s a lot.” And it was a little magical, but he’d love a quiet place.

Bran and Silas looked at each other for a moment, communicating silently. Then they turned together and smiled at him.

“I’ll get you a key,” Silas said at the same time that Bran said, “See Silas about a key.”

“Okay. Well, if you’re sure…” God, an office. An office to write.

“We’re sure,” they answered together.

“Another pancake?” Silas asked. “To celebrate.”

“If there’s enough…” He did like the way they tasted.

“Bran made a kazillion—of course there’s enough.”

“Help yourself,” Bran told him.

“Thank you.” He took another, his cheeks burning.

Silas took another blueberry one, wrapped it around a sausage, and ate it like finger food.

Bran rolled his eyes. “Barbarian.”

“Yep.” Silas was clearly unrepentant.

Okay, that was weirdly hot. He looked down and told himself he could not get hard. Not.

Silas ate the whole thing from his fingers, then licked them clean, tongue sliding over the tip of each one. It was mesmerizing.

Was he staring?

He might be staring.

God, he was totally staring.

He glanced at Bran as he was trying to look away and saw that he was staring at Silas, too. At Silas, who was now sucking on the tips of each finger. It should be illegal, him doing that.

At least Bran didn’t know. He didn’t want his ass kicked.

“That is obscene,” Bran told Silas.

“I thought you said it was barbaric?”

“It can be both.”

“Oh good. Because I’m trying to turn both of you on. Is it working?” Silas looked at Bran, and then at him.

He dropped his gaze, his cheeks on fire.

“I’m taking that as a yes.” Silas touched him gently on the arm. “Can I kiss you?”

“I don’t want to hurt Bran’s feelings,” he whispered.

“Sweet boy, I want to watch you two kiss. And then I want to kiss you too.” Bran sounded so sure.

“I’ve… I’ve never done anything like this before…” He’d only ever had one boyfriend at a time.

“As long as everyone is willing, it’s wonderful,” Bran told him.

Silas nodded. “Bran and I are willing, Jamie. Are you?”

“I—” His lips parted, and he nodded, without even thinking.

“I’m so glad.” Silas leaned in but stopped just before their lips met. He could feel Silas’s breath against his lips. The man was waiting for him to finish closing the distance to initiate the kiss.

It felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, and he was about to dive.

Silas licked his own lips, tongue sliding the barest bit against James’s.

He leaned forward, his moan unavoidable, and their lips met.

The kiss was soft, gentle, Silas’s lips warm. The kiss was easy and simple and everything all at the same time.

Was this real?

He hummed, the sound buzzing between them.

“Mmm.” Silas deepened the kiss slightly, pressing harder against his lips, and he opened up, moaning as his cock filled.

Silas touched his face, fingers sliding along his cheek.

His eyes closed, lowering without his permission.

Silas’s sigh blew air across his lips, then the kiss deepened again, Silas brushing his tongue along James’s lips. All he could do was open up, ask for more.

Moaning, Silas gave it to him, tongue sweeping into his mouth. The hand on his cheek slid back through his hair so Silas could cup his head.

The connection was surprisingly sharp, and there was no yielding, so much power.

He heard a groan that didn’t come from Silas, and he realized it was Bran.

“Damn, the two of you are sexy together,” Bran murmured.

His eyes opened, and he prayed Bran was… okay.

Bran was staring at them, eyes shining. “I want a turn when you’ve had your fill.”

Silas laughed against James’s lips. “You might want a turn before then.”

“Do you think so? Should I play with our new kitten?” Bran’s voice was low, rough, and James shivered.

“Mmm. I think he wants to taste you, too, Bran.” Silas took another quick, hard kiss before sitting back.

“Come here, kitten,” Bran rumbled, and James took a deep, shaky breath.

Silas slid a hand along his back. “He doesn’t bite. Unless you want him to.”

“I—what?”

“Don’t tease, sweet. You’re worrying the kit.”

Silas rubbed his back again. “Easy, sweet boy. Bran’s kisses are sublime. I promise.”

“I just don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.” James leaned toward Bran, though, eager to know.

“You’re not hurting anyone here, kitten.” Bran met him halfway, lips warm, soft, the kiss hot, hard. There was nothing tentative about Bran’s kiss.

Silas sighed, hands exploring his arms, his back, caressing him. It was a little maddening.

Then Silas kissed his neck, mouth warm, tongue hot as it dragged over his skin.

Oh fuck.

His brain shorted out. Boom. Just sparkles.

He was caught between them and the sensations they were sharing with him, their mouths like magic.

“He’s hot, Bran. He’s buzzing for us.”

Bran looked him in the eyes. “We’re buzzing for you too, Jamie.”

“I can’t believe all this. I swear. I just can’t.”

“No?” Bran smiled. “I guess we’ll just have to keep kissing you until you do believe it.”

“I like his throat. All those hot spots. All those little places to make him ache.” Silas licked at his skin, making him shiver and proving the truth of his words.

Bran hummed. “I’ll have to see for myself later. Right now, I want more of his luscious mouth.” Leaning in, Bran covered his lips again, devouring him. He could barely focus, barely keep his eyes open.

Both Bran and Silas put their hands on him, sliding on his back, along his arms, across his chest, and down to his abs.

All James could do was hang on.

They were a double shot, sending him flying higher and higher. Silas tugged his shirt up, fingers dancing on his skin, moving toward his nipples. Bran’s hands slid beneath the shirt on his back, fingers dancing along his spine.

His cock was diamond hard, his eyes rolled back as he fought the urge to beg.

“I can smell you,” Bran murmured.

“Yes, so good. I want to eat you all up.” Silas spoke the words against James’s neck, the air against his sensitized skin making him shiver.

“Have you ever wanted to be worshipped by two men at once?” Bran nipped his bottom lip, tugged.

“We can make you feel like the center of the universe.” Silas plucked at his nipples, the touch not quite gentle.

His lips parted, and his toes curled. Oh, he needed. His nipples went hot as hell.

Bran swept his tongue through James’s mouth again, and his hands slid to James’s waist, working on the ties of the sweats he was wearing.

“Do you want to do this here, or on the sofa?” Silas murmured, fingers pinching a little harder. “Or on the bed?”

“Bed would be most comfortable,” Bran replied.

Silas chuckled. “I was asking Jamie.”

“I can’t make any decisions. I feel too good.”

Bran chuckled. “Then we stay right here and keep making you feel good.”

“I’d—let’s go to the bed. If we’re going to be naked together, we should be able to relax.”

“As you wish.” Bran kissed him again as Silas smoothed the shirt back down over his body. Then they stood and each held out a hand to him.

“You promise this is good. You both want this? Me?”

Bran and Silas looked at each other, smiled, then turned back to him.

“Yes, boy,” Bran told him. “We both want you, together.”

“Okay. New experience, right? For me, at least.” James stood and took their hands.

“I’m glad we get to be your first in something.” Silas squeezed his hand as they led him up the big staircase.

“Yeah. You so do.” He followed, feeling more than a little stunned.

“We’re going to make it good,” Bran promised. “The best you’ve ever had.”

He didn’t point out that it was going to be the first, so of course it would be the best.

Once upstairs, they led him to their bedroom, across the hall from where he’d woken up. It was big, the bed huge, the furniture strong and masculine.

He stood there, a little frozen, waiting for someone to say something.

“Breathe, boy.” Bran slid a hand along his chest, resting it over his heart. Then Bran’s lips were on his again, warm and strong.

Breathe. Right. In and out and in and out.

“Mmm. Yeah, just like that.” Silas stepped up behind him, body hot and hard.

He leaned back, relaxing into Silas with a shiver.

Rubbing his belly, Silas kissed his shoulder, then his neck, the touches sparking inside him. It was Bran who tugged his borrowed T-shirt up, fingers dragging along his skin.

“His nips are tight, wanting me,” Bran murmured, and his cheeks went red hot.

“Mmm. His need smells amazing.” Silas’s nose slid along the back of his neck, his shoulders.

“I—” He shivered, not knowing where to look, how to feel.

“Breathe, lovely boy,” Silas told him, hand sliding down to press against his belly.

“Trying. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done.” Ever. Hell, this was one of the wildest things he’d ever done.

“Then let’s enjoy it, yeah?” Silas’s mouth latched onto his throat, the sensation zinging through him and settling in his balls.

“That’s a hot spot, Si. Just keep going. Suck harder.” Bran’s voice was rough as sandpaper.

Silas did as Bran told him, first scraping the spot with his teeth, then increasing the suction.

“No hickeys where someone can see. I’ll lose my job.”

“That should be none of their business,” Bran noted, but Silas stopped his suction, moving to another spot, tongue sliding along his skin the whole way.

“I know, it’s no fair…” James moaned and shivered, allowing himself to feel.

“We won’t mark you this time,” Bran assured him. “So all you have to do is feel.” Bran flicked at his nipples, then plucked them.

“This time.” That meant they intended another time.

Bran met his gaze. “Yes. This time.”

“Uh-huh.” Silas spoke against his skin, making it buzz again, and telling him they were in agreement about that.

“Okay. This time.” His eyes rolled back in his head.

Bran’s mouth covered his again, then his shirt was pulled up over his head. Silas pressed up against his back, skin hot against his.

He gasped and went up on tiptoe. “Whoa!”

That was erotic as fuck.

“Everything okay?” Silas asked.

Bran met his gaze and smiled. “I believe that was a good whoa .”

“Uh-huh. V-very good.”

Bran chuckled. “In that case, I hope we give you a lot more whoas.” Then Bran was kissing him again, tongue licking into his mouth as Bran started working on the ties of his sweatpants again.

Soon he was naked, and he heard Silas gasp over his ink. It was all black intricate designs that Silas began to trace, making them feel new again.

“Stunning,” Silas murmured. “You’re absolutely stunning, boy.”

“Later you’ll tell us their story,” Bran told him.

“Later.” Maybe. Now he wanted this.

Bran’s mouth covered his again, the finger at his navel circling, teasing before drifting down. Bran wrapped a whole hand around his cock and gave him a single, long stroke.

James gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head, and he bucked like a pony.

“Mmm. So responsive.” Silas’s voice had changed, gone thick with desire. “How much experience do you have, sweet boy?”

“I—Some? Not a ton. I was—” He’d been worried, watched.

“We’re not judging. We just need to know how much you’ve experienced to make sure it’s as good as possible for you.” Bran looked so kind, so gentle.

“I’m not a virgin, but—I’m not experienced. I had a lover. We didn’t do much.”

Bran glanced back at Silas who chuckled. “Whereas we want to do everything ,” Silas told him.

“We’re sensual men. We enjoying touching, loving, making each other feel good. Fucking.”

“You’re beautiful men,” he admitted.

Bran gave him a long, thorough kiss. “Thank you, boy.”

He would have answered, but his brain shorted out.

“Let’s move this onto the bed,” Silas murmured. “I don’t think Jamie’s knees are going to hold out much longer.”

His name was James. Still, Silas spoke the truth.

Bran and Silas both kneeled on the bed and each grabbed a hand, tugging him. They were gorgeous, naked and hard.

He followed them down, snuggling in between them.

“You fit perfectly,” Silas noted, hand sliding along his side.

“You do,” Bran agreed, mirroring Silas’s movements along his other side.

“I’ve never… Not with a couple.” He was so fucking hot.

“Good.” Bran looked so pleased.

“Yeah. We want to be your first couple,” Silas said, fingers moving up and down along his side now.

“Your only,” Bran added.

“Mmhmm… your only.” Silas nibbled at his neck, and James cried out.

“Want to hear more of those noises,” Silas said, nibbling some more.

How could he not?

How could this not be a thing?

James was going to lose his mind.

They kept kissing and touching, Bran playing with his nipples, Silas concentrating on his neck, the two of them making him crazy.

His hips rocked, moving between both of them like he was desperate, like the world was spinning.

It was Bran’s hand that wrapped around his prick, fingers warm as they tightened on him, stroked him. Meanwhile, Silas reached around and cupped his balls.

“M-more…” He was going to explode, embarrass himself.

“There’s going to be so much more,” Silas promised.

“We’re only just getting started.” Bran kept stroking him, hand moving faster and faster on his cock. “We’re gonna take the edges off you first.”

“I—I’ve…” The edges off? He had more than one edge?

“Gonna let you come,” Silas told him, finding a spot on the back of his neck and scrapping it with his teeth, then wrapping his lips around it and pulling up strongly.

“Then we’re going to make love to you some more.” Bran squeezed tighter around his cock.

“Yes…” He let himself go. He had to. He had no choice.

“Come for us,” Bran demanded—and it was very definitely a demand.

How could he argue? It was all he wanted, so he let go, shooting like a teenager.

“Mmmm. You smell so good,” Silas told him.

“Uh-huh.” Bran jacked him a couple more times, then both Bran and Silas rubbed his come into his own belly, tracing his tattoos.

His cheeks were on fire, but he held on. He didn’t run.

“Now we make love,” Bran told him, eyes stunning, glittering.

“Anything. You’re both so good to me.”

Bran’s mouth covered his, the kiss hot, intense. He opened up, throwing himself into their storm of passion.

Silas was hot against his back, cock like a burning rod against his lower back. Bran was just as hard in front of him.

He didn’t have to worry about it. He didn’t have to think about it. He just had to feel.

He felt Bran’s hands across his chest, playing with his nipples. And Silas’s fingers pressed gently against his hole.

“What—what do you want me to do?”

“Touch us,” Silas murmured against his skin. “Bran’s right nipple is especially sensitive.”

“His right one?” He reached up, moving to stroke it.

“I don’t think so,” Bran said, the last word little more than a groan as he slid his finger across the hard little bit of flesh.

Silas chuckled, the sound deep and sexy. “Oh yes. That’s the button right there. If you want to really get to him, you’ll take it in your mouth and suck on it.”

He wasn’t scared of that at all. In fact, he was eager, and he leaned down, sucking hard. Bran jerked against him, cock sliding and leaving a wet trail of fire on his belly.

Hard hands landed on his head, keeping him there.

Oh, a big-time button. He kept sucking, feeling Bran’s heartbeat in the flesh in his mouth.

“Fuck, Si—he’s so sweet.” Bran’s voice was rough as a corn cob.

“I know.” Silas’s finger ran back and forth across his hole. Back and forth.

All he could do was pant, suck, and groan.

Bran rocked against him, pushing him back into that touch against his hole, making him dizzy with pleasure.

“Bran, I want him. This is our boy.”

“Yes. Ours.” Bran’s hands still held him in place, fingers massaging his head.

He focused on the flesh in his lips, the touches on his body, the way his cock was trying to fill again.

Suddenly, Silas was wriggling down his body, hands moving to spread his asscheeks. Then, without warning, Silas licked his hole.

He gasped, losing Bran’s nipple, utterly shocked.

Another lick slid along his most private spot, then another and another.

“I—Oh my god… he’s…” James couldn’t think.

“Blowing your mind?” Bran suggested, fingers circling his nipples, the touches at odds with the licking of his hole, yet they connected, like there was a wire between them, pulling tighter.

“I—I never… this is…” Huge. Fucking stunning.

“Don’t worry about trying to vocalize it.” Bran licked at his lips. “Just enjoy it.”

He nodded, swallowing hard, over and over. Enjoy? A tiny word for a huge sensation.

Bran leaned in and flicked the tip of his tongue across James’s right nipple. For such a small movement, it was huge. Not as big as the licks Silas was giving, but still, together they were mind-bending.

He was going to lose his fucking mind. All the way. Just boom.

Then Silas pressed his tongue inside James’s ass. Inside it.

He cried out, his cock jerking. “Please!”

“Do it again,” Bran demanded, voice rough.

Silas did. Again and again, fucking him with that hot tongue.

“Help me.” He pushed into Bran’s arms, and Bran reached down and spread his cheeks.

That let Silas push in deeper, everything becoming more intense. He whimpered and rubbed, writhing against Bran’s flat belly.

Bran sucked on his nipple some more, fingers playing with his other one. Silas’s hands were wrapped around his hips, fingers digging in and encouraging him to keep moving.

“I-I’m gonna… I’m sorry, but—” He couldn’t hold on.

“Mmm. A two-fer and so close together. We’re doing something right, Silas.” Bran didn’t sound the least bit put out that James was going to come again.

Silas didn’t reply to either of them—his tongue was otherwise occupied.

James sobbed, coming hard, his entire body convulsing. They held him through it, fingers stroking, petting him gently, soft kisses landing on his shoulders and lips.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered. He didn’t know what was wrong with him.

“Shh. Why are you apologizing?” Bran asked.

“I don’t know.” He sniffled softly.

Bran hugged him close. “You don’t have anything to apologize for. We were trying to bring you pleasure, and we did. So, you’re happy and we’re happy and it’s all good.”

“All good. Right. Thank you.” He was a silly ass.

“Your pleasure is our pleasure, boy.” Silas rocked against him, prick hard and hot against his lower back, his ass.

“Pleasure. I… are you going to make love to me?”

“Yes, sweet boy, I want to sink into your body and make love to you.”

Sweet. The compliment made him moan.

Silas returned to his ass, this time pushing a finger into his hole, slick and warm and so different from his tongue, but still good. Still very good.

His entire body was relaxed, easy, melting around that perfect touch.

Bran grabbed his leg and tugged it up over Bran’s, opening him up for Silas whose finger kept fucking him, the sensations building slowly.

He would give them anything. He was melted and happy, utterly relaxed.

One finger became two, Silas stretching him wider, opening him up. Bran gave him slow kisses, one after the other, stealing his breath.

“One day, sweet boy, you’ll look back at today, and you’ll be surprised how much you’ve stretched.”

“Mmm. He is tight, Bran. So beautifully tight.” Silas pushed his fingers in deeper. They slid over his prostate, and he gasped out a cry.

“Oh there,” Bran said. “Right there.”

“Here?” Silas’s fingers pushed against that spot again.

His eyes rolled and his body jerked, the motion wild.

Bran’s chuckle was husky, sexy. “Yes, Silas. Right there.”

Like it was the cue Silas had been waiting for, he hit that spot over and over again, the pressure and pleasure sending him rolling into Bran, rubbing against him.

All James could do was feel. There was nothing else left inside him.

“Ready for another finger?” Silas asked.

“He’s ready,” Bran told Silas when James didn’t answer—he just didn’t have the words.

“Such a good baby boy. You make me so proud.” The pressure got bigger.

The invasion got bigger, wider, more, as Silas pushed in another finger. He couldn’t believe he was stretching this big, though he knew Silas’s cock was even bigger—he could feel that against his skin.

He wanted it, though, and he wasn’t scared. He was ready.

“I can’t wait much longer,” Silas sounded a bit strained as he pushed his fingers deep and spread them wide, opening James up.

“Please. No more waiting. I want to know.”

“Oh, thank god.” Silas tugged his fingers out, leaving Jamie empty.

Bran gave that husky chuckle again. “You two need so well and are stunning together. Just stunning.”

“Are you… what about you?” he moaned.

“The rubbing’s pretty damn good, and I’ll come from that and watching. And such good instincts, boy, thinking of my pleasure, too.”

“I’m not selfish. I swear.” Insane with pleasure, yes. Selfish. No.

“No, that never occurred to me.” Then Bran kissed him again, and he felt a hot pressure against his hole. He stayed open and relaxed, letting Silas in and in.

Silas groaned, the sound guttural, primal, as the hard prick spread him wide.

“Fuck…”

Bran chuckled, the sound somehow dark. “No cursing, sweet boy.”

“Besides,” whispered Silas. “It’s called making love.”

Oh. He didn’t know how to parse that, but he’d try. Later.

Silas’s fingers tightened on his hips, the gentle thrusting gaining speed, strength, Silas’s breath becoming audible.

He felt every inch of that pretty cock sinking into him, and he couldn’t quite catch his breath.

It happened over and over again, Bran’s lips keeping his occupied, the heat of Bran’s cock like a brand across his belly as all three of them rocked together.

He didn’t think there was any way he could come again, but Silas and Bran were making him try.

Silas shifted slightly, and on the next thrust, the hard cock bumped up against his prostate, shooting more pleasure through his body like a bolt of electricity.

He cried out, almost climbing Bran.

“Right there,” Bran told Silas for the second time.

Silas grunted and thrust again.

“Please!” he screamed. “I need!”

Bran’s hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him nice and hard.

James sobbed as he came for a third time, his balls feeling wrung out.

Silas shouted out and slammed into him one last time, freezing buried deep inside him.

He felt Bran humping against him, cock hard against his belly.

Reaching around him, Silas pinched one of Bran’s nipples and Bran cried out, jerking against James, heat splashing over his belly.

He slumped between them, all of them moaning and swaying together.

Bran kissed his forehead. “Beautiful boy.”

“Yes. Perfect. So lovely.”

The words poured over him.

Silas groaned, pulling out of him, leaving him empty.

He wanted to cry, but he didn’t. He just focused on his breath.

Bran slipped away while Silas tugged him close, spooning around him. A moment later, Bran was back with a cloth, cleaning his belly gently. Then he passed the cloth to Silas who cleaned his hole, the touches so careful, like he was precious.

Climbing back into the bed, Bran cuddled up against his front again. “I hope it was as good for you as it was for us.”

He couldn’t even speak. His balls ached.

Bran kissed a spot beside his eye and Silas pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

“Naptime,” murmured Silas. “We can talk later. We can have ice cream later, too.”

He nodded, and then he was sinking, falling into dreams, somehow safe.