Chapter 6

CHAPTER SIX

B ran grabbed the car keys and knocked on the studio door. “Are you coming with me?”

Silas turned from his desk and blinked a couple times. “Where are we going?”

“To pick Jamie up from work and bring him home.”

“Is it already eight?” Silas put his pencil down and smoothed a hand through his hair.

“Almost. And you look fine. A little rumpled maybe, but it’s a pretty damned sexy rumple.”

“Flatterer.” Silas came over and wrapped his arms around Bran’s shoulders.

“Truth-teller.” Bran winked and gave his lover a kiss. “Now come on. Our boy will go to that place where he lives in the closet if we aren’t there to pick him up when he gets off shift.”

“Yeah, he will, won’t he? A closet. Can you believe that?” Silas followed him out to the car.

“I’m not surprised by it. He is a boy in need after all. Things like living in a closet come with the territory.”

He waited for Silas to plug in his seat belt and set out for the coffee shop. They made it there with minutes to spare, and there was a spot right in front of the door to pull the car into.

“It must be kismet.”

Silas chuckled. “ You ? Talking fate.”

“It brought me you—why wouldn’t I believe it brought him to us?”

“So logical.”

He gave Silas a wink.

Silas grinned at him. “Do you think he’s hungry?”

“I think he’s starving. Pick something up or take him out?” He was up for either.

“Oh, let’s pick something up. He’s had to deal with other people all day.”

“Good point. And there’s plenty of places down here to pick up something.” He looked at his watch, then at the door of the coffee shop. “He should be coming out any minute now.”

As soon as it was said, there was their boy, head down as he came out the door.

“He looks tired, doesn’t he?” Bran shook his head.

“Not as bad as yesterday I don’t think. I’d love to wrap him up in a couple blankets and let him sleep for an entire weekend.”

Bran rolled down the window and waved at Jamie. “Hey, Jamie. We’ve come to drive you home. Hop into the back.”

Jamie blinked over at them, eyes wide, then smiled. “Oh. Oh, wow. Hey guys. Seriously?”

One day, Jamie would take this kind of thing for granted because of course his Daddies would pick him up. “Yep. We’ll stop somewhere and pick up dinner. What do you feel like?”

“I—Um. Fast food? I have a ten on me…”

“Our treat, boy. What kind of food? Chinese? Thai? Mexican? Just name it.”

“Well, it has to be in the general area,” Silas corrected. “We’re not driving to Orleans.”

“Are you sure?” At their joint nod, Jamie smiled. “Oh, I like… How do you feel about Thai?”

“There’s that place over on Gladstone. Uh, Blue Dragon, I think? Have you tried them?” Silas looked back at Jamie. “And what’s your favorite?”

“Green curry, and I haven’t, no. I’m on a tiny tight budget.”

“Well, let’s see how they are then. We’ll grab a menu so we can order from them later if we like what we get.” Bran headed for Gladstone. “What’s the cross-street, babe?”

“Um… Kent? I think.”

“Excellent. How was work, Jamie?”

“Okay. It was work, you know? Not a passion. If I’d known you were coming, I would have made you both lattes.”

“Ooo, perks!” Silas licked his lips.

Bran laughed. “That was unintentional, wasn’t it, love?”

“Absolutely, but you can assume we’ll pick you up. That way you’re safe, taken care of.”

Bran nodded. “Silas is right. Even if you’re going back to your closet instead of to our place, we’ll drive you.”

“Although I feel like the guest room has plenty of space for you.” Silas winked back, and Jamie blushed.

“You should definitely bring more of your things over,” Bran suggested as he pulled into a parking spot a few doors down from the Blue Dragon. “I’ve been clearing the bedroom for you.”

Jamie blushed dark. “You have? But I’m—that’s—Wow.”

“We want you with us.” It was as simple as that. “Come on, let’s go get food.”

“Do I look okay? Not too dirty?” Jamie had taken off his apron.

Silas looked him up and down. “You look great. Really great.”

Jamie blushed bright pink. “I—thank you. You both look amazing too.”

Bran inclined his head. “Thank you.”

Then he held the door to the tiny restaurant open for Silas and Jamie. The place did have a pair of two-seater tables, but was clearly set up as a take-out joint. “So green curry for you, Jamie? I’m going to go for a red curry—I like things spicy. Silas will likely get a teriyaki bowl if they do them here.”

Silas nodded. “Indeed, I will. I like a little sweet with my spicy.”

“There’s something about green curry. I just love it.”

“I like a green curry, too. But if I can get something with a little more bite.” He gave Jamie a wink, teasing a little.

That earned him a grin, and he got hard at the sparkle in those pretty eyes.

He leaned against the counter to hide the tenting in his slacks and ordered their meal, adding some spring rolls, as well as three desserts for them to share out: banana roti, coconut custard, and a pandam rice cake.

Silas was holding Jamie’s hand, frowning over it, deeply.

He paid for their dinner and took the receipt with their number, then moved over to his lovers.

“What’s going on?”

“He’s got a serious burn, Bran. On his hand. Look.”

Sure enough, there was a line of blisters on their boy’s hand.

“It’s no big deal. I hit the steamer wand.”

He tsked. “Did you doctor it when it happened?” He went through their medicine cabinet in his mind. They had Solarcaine, but no second skin. There was a Shoppers Drugmart on the way home if he took Bank.

“No. It’s okay. I put a glove on…”

“Bran…” Silas frowned deeper.

“I know. We’ll stop at the drugstore and doctor it when we get home.” It didn’t look like it needed the hospital, though they could reassess that after they’d done what they could with what was available over the counter. There was no reason to panic, though their boy needed to learn to look after himself better than ‘put a glove on’ in cases like this.

“Oh, don’t bother yourselves…”

“You are worth bother, boy.” He wouldn’t have that nonsense.

Silas was nodding vigorously. “Yes. You need to take better care of yourself, and you need to let us take care of you.”

“2224,” called out the girl behind the counter, and Bran went to rescue the food.

“Okay,” he said as he got back to Silas and Jamie. “Let’s get going and get you fixed up as quickly as possible.”

“I’ll sit in the back with our boy.”

Bran nodded at Silas. That worked.

“I’m okay. I promise. I’m good.” Jamie was just not used to being taken care of. Poor boy.

“You’re okay, but you could be better and we’re going to make sure that happens.” He patted Jamie on the back and hustled them to the car. He set the food on the passenger seat in front and waited for Silas to get Jamie and himself buckled in before merging into traffic and heading for Bank Street and the drugstore.

“I’m really okay, guys. You don’t have to worry about me.” Jamie sounded so dear, so sweet. Bran’s heart was aching.

“You’ll be more okay once we’ve doctored that hand,” he insisted, knowing Silas would back him up.

Sure enough, Silas chimed in right away. “Bran is right. And it’s a five-minute detour, including the time in the store. So this is happening.” Silas leaned in, kissed their boy. “Let us take care of you. You’re not a problem.”

Bran grunted his agreement and turned onto Bank. It would be a done deal in two minutes. He pulled the car into a spot in the tiny parking lot behind the building.

“Why don’t the two of you stay here, and I’ll pop in and get the stuff we need.”

Silas beamed and waved him off, then dove in to kiss Jamie again.

He chuckled and shook his head as he went into the store and found the first aid aisle. Jamie was going to have to learn that they would be taking care of him, from small stuff to big stuff. Their boy could turn to them for anything.

He wound up picking up more than they needed and more than to just doctor burns, but he figured their first aid kit could use a refilling anyway, and soon he was walking out with a bag full of bits and pieces.

Jamie was panting, and the windows were fogged up. Someone was being naughty.

He handed the bag to Silas. “I got everything we needed for those blisters, plus some stuff to restock the first aid kit. Why don’t you doctor his hand now?” He wanted Jamie hurting as little as possible, and the Solarcaine had a numbing agent in it.

“Totally. Poor sweet hand. And you were going to type with it?”

Jamie shrugged. “I need to try, huh?”

“We should get you voice-to-type software.” That would take out the need to use his hands altogether.

“Oh, I could never do that. Never.”

“Why not?” Bran asked. He’d heard good things about them.

“I—people would hear me, and what if I wrote a sex scene. Can you imagine?” Jamie’s cheeks glowed in the streetlights.

“Mmm, are you going to be writing sex scenes?” Bran asked.

“Oooo, fun!” Silas laughed softly. “We won’t mind hearing you writing a sex scene, boy. Not at all.”

“M-maybe… I’m thinking about a romance novel.”

“Oh, very nice. Bran and I could be your models.”

Bran glanced in the rearview and saw Silas posing.

“You are both… wow.” Jamie moaned low. “A fantasy.”

“Not a fantasy. We’re very real men and we’re right here,” Bran reminded Jamie.

“Uh-huh.” He could hear Silas kissing their boy again. Horndog. Of course, if their places had been reversed, he’d probably be doing the same thing.

Jamie whimpered, moaning into Silas’s mouth.

So pretty together.

He made himself watch the road. He was carrying precious cargo, and he needed to get his lovers home without incident.

They pulled into the garage, and he parked before grabbing the food. “Let’s go eat, you two.”

Silas and Jamie pulled apart, Silas grinning like the Cheshire cat. He did have the presence of mind to grab the bag from the drugstore, and Jamie’s good hand.

Jamie was sporting an erection, and there was a wet spot on his trousers. Adorable.

“How’s the burn?” he asked as they went in and straight toward the kitchen. He could see the white bandage on the injured hand, and he approved of Silas’s ministrations.

“It’s much better, thank you. It feels good.”

“There you go. See? There’s advantages to having the hand doctored.” He opened the bags and set their food out on the table while Silas grabbed some utensils.

“What can I do to help?” Jamie asked.

“Sit and eat.” All he had left to do was grab them some sodas from the fridge, which he did before joining his lovers at the table.

“It smells like heaven. This is absolutely my favorite curry.” Jamie smiled at them. “Want a bite?”

“Yes.” He and Silas answered together, then laughed and high-fived each other. Then they both opened their mouths like baby birds.

Jamie chuckled, and their boy carefully fed them both a generous bite, only spilling a bit.

Humming, he licked his lips. “It’s delicious.”

Silas nodded. “I want to share mine too—who else wants some teriyaki chicken?”

Bran dropped his mouth open again. He was enjoying this feeding-each-other game.

Silas fed him a bite, then glanced at Jamie. “You?”

“Sure.” Jamie opened his mouth too, a little shyer than he’d been. Time and nearness would ease that. Eventually Jamie would trust them completely.

He loved the way Jamie held their gazes, sweet and nervous and hungry.

Silas fed Jamie, then he took his turn, offering up a bite of his spicy curry. He figured Jamie would like it, as he liked the green curry. Silas on the other hand, he gave a little bite to, knowing his lover wasn’t that into spicy.

Jamie hummed low, shivering with a smile. “Yummy.”

“Watching you eat it is almost better than eating it myself.” Lord, he was smitten. Silas was going to be smug—he’d been so right about Jamie.

The man had not had a second doubt. Not one.

“Help me out here,” Silas said to him.

“Sorry, what am I helping you out with?”

“I suggested that Jamie should come to bed with us and do his writing in the morning because he doesn’t start work until one p.m.”

He smiled. “Oh, I think that’s a brilliant idea. I’m in.”

“I knew you would be. Jamie?” Silas looked at their boy expectantly.

“I… If I can have a shower first, please.”

“Of course. Did you want to shower on your own, or with company?”

“The shower’s not that big…”

Oh, right. He’d only been in the guest bath.

“The master bedroom has an amazing en suite,” Silas told Jamie. “ Amazing .”

“Oh…”

“We’ll wash clothes. We?—”

Jamie interrupted Silas. “If this is going to be a thing, I should bring over my pajamas.”

“I think you should bring over more than just your pajamas,” Bran suggested. “Maybe on your next day off, we can move the things you need. Because Silas and I would very much like this to be a thing.”

“Yes.” It was all Silas said, but it was all he needed to say.

“I—Let me think about it, okay?”

“Of course. We’re not pushing you into anything.”

“Just being highly encouraging,” Silas added.

Bran chuckled and nodded at the table. “Let’s all eat, hmm?”

“Yeah. I’m starving.” Jamie relaxed with them, eating. They spent the next half an hour laughing and chatting, and it was surprising to discover how funny Jamie was, when he relaxed. And smart. Their boy was bright and quick.

By the time they’d finished eating, they were all feeling full and happy, and they lingered over the desserts.

Jamie smiled at them, and that sweet expression made Bran’s heart beat faster.

Unable to resist, he leaned in and pressed their lips together. Jamie tasted like coconut with the barest hint of spice, and he deepened the kiss, wanting more.

Jamie opened to him like a dream, lips parting, tongue sliding along his. He hummed, the vibrations tickling a little where their skin met.

He wanted more skin meeting, so he cupped Jamie’s cheeks, stroking with his thumbs.

Silas tugged Jamie’s shirt up, baring that taut belly. It made him wish he had extra hands, but Silas had two of his own and he was busy with those sweet abs, making Jamie moan into Bran’s mouth.

Such a pretty baby.

He licked a line around Jamie’s lips, teasing, playing. Jamie moaned again, tongue chasing his. So responsive and needy. It was intoxicating.

“I didn’t think I’d ever get hard again after yesterday,” Jamie whispered.

“You’re going to get hard every day, boy. We’re going to play and play and have the best time ever.” It was a promise.

“Every day?”

Silas chuckled softly. “Yes, baby boy. Over and over.”

“Let’s get you into that shower,” Bran suggested. “That way we’re upstairs and all naked and we can explore hardness.” They’d just wrap that hand in plastic so it didn’t get wet tonight.

“Sounds perfect. Let me help clean up, hmm?” Jamie sighed and took a soft kiss.

“I was thinking we’d just let it all sit until morning,” Silas suggested. “It’s not going anywhere.”

Bran shook his head, though. “Jamie’s right. It’ll be nicer in the morning if we do it now.”

“I’ll do it. I… Your home is so perfect, I’d like to keep it clean.”

“We’ll help,” Bran insisted. “And it’s not perfect, but we do have a cleaning crew in once a week—that makes a big difference.”

“Definitely not perfect.” Silas laughed. “Wait ’til you see my studio.”

“I live in a closet. It’s perfect.”

Bran chuckled. He guessed it was all relative. “You are a treat, boy. And we’ll all clean so we can get upstairs and touch each other some more.”

It didn’t take more than a few minutes, many hands making light work. When they were done, Bran encouraged them all upstairs before they got distracted by kissing and touching again. Jamie wanted a shower first, and as long as they could make it into the water, all bets were off as to what happened after that.

Jamie unwrapped his hand and stripped down. “I always smell like vanilla.”

“There are worse things to smell of,” Silas noted.

Bran chuckled but grabbed Jamie’s hand. “I’m not sure you should get this wet yet.”

“I should wash it. They’re not going to let me work with it wrapped up tomorrow, right?”

“Why wouldn’t they?” Silas asked. “Would they prefer you went to the hospital and filed a work injury report, or would they prefer you come in with it wrapped?”

“I’d lose my job! It was my own stupid fault. I know it’s hot.”

“You’d lose your job for filing out a work injury report? Well, then you would sue them. And accidents happen—I would like you to be more careful, yes, but they happen and no one is stupid for them.” Bran felt himself getting all growly. He wanted to take Jamie in and keep him safe.

“Oh… oh, I’ll be fine. It’s a good job. A real decent place with tips.”

“Then they will let you go in to work with a bandaged hand.” He didn’t make it a question.

“Okay. Sure.” Jamie nodded, offering him a smile.

He was pretty sure that Jamie was just humoring him, but he planned on following through. For now, he was going to follow through with a shower and making love with their boy.

Silas was already unbuttoning Jamie’s clothing.

When Jamie was home for good, they could dress him in better fabrics—not stained, cheap uniforms.

He examined Jamie’s hand. “The doctoring has helped already. I think you’ll be okay keeping it bare in the shower.”

“Thank you. You are so… good to me.”

“That’s because we care,” Silas told Jamie.

“We want you to be our boy, and this is part of what that means, us being good to you.”

“I don’t—I’m not sure I know what that means.”

“I’m going to guess it’s the being-our-boy part that you don’t quite get, not the being-good-to-you bit.” He waited for acknowledgement from Jamie before continuing. “Silas and I are Daddies. We have helped a number of boys find themselves, and then their very own Daddy. But we know there’s a boy for us to take care of out there. Someone just for us. Silas and I think you’re that boy. We want to love you and care for you and make your life better in every way.”

“I don’t have anything to offer. You know that. You have to know that.”

“Seriously?” Bran turned Jamie so that he could see himself in the full-length mirror they had in their bedroom. “Look at you. That’s what you have to offer. You .”

“I’m a washed-up child star with weird fans.”

Bran snorted. “Maybe to the weird fans that’s what you are. I see a beautiful young man.”

Silas came and stood next to them. “I see that too.” Silas pulled off Jamie’s shirt. “He’s got lovely long hair, and he’s lean and sexy.”

“Amazing ink,” Bran added. “A sweet belly.”

“And kind eyes. And he oozes with need for us.”

Bran reached around and undid Jamie’s belt, encouraged his pants to drop. “You’re absolutely lovely, Jamie. And you have a lot more to offer than you seem to know.”

“I… I don’t know. Maybe. I’m trying to do that, you know?”

“Good. And we can help you with that. Remind you to look into yourself and find the good. Because it’s there. It’s there in spades.” Bran lifted Jamie’s chin and took a kiss, keeping it soft for a long while.

Jamie breathed with him, sweet body softening, relaxing into him.

Silas finished stripping their boy while he pressed one kiss after another onto the sweet lips. He was going to learn every corner of this mouth.

Jamie stared into him, those lovely eyes deep enough that he could drown in them.

Once Jamie was naked, Silas got to work on his clothing, removing every stitch.

“I feel like I’m in a dream,” Jamie whispered. “Like this is a fantasy.”

“It’s real, I promise you. Which makes it the best fantasy ever, doesn’t it?”

The water came on in the big walk-in shower, Silas getting everything prepped for them to just step into while he was focused on Jamie.

“We’re going to make you ours, pretty boy. We’re going to make you fly.” He dove back into the kisses.

Wrapping one arm around Jamie’s back, he bent their boy back over it, not quite enough to make Jamie lose his balance. Jamie pressed up against him, slender body eager, cock hard and hot.

Oh, that was what he’d wanted to feel.

“Let’s get into the shower, guys. Jamie asked for a shower before orgasms, so the least we can do is get him in there before he pops off.”

Bran chuckled against Jamie’s lips. “Keeping us on track.”

“Yep.” Silas was unapologetic about it, too.

“Such an amazing man.” He offered Silas a hard kiss.

His lover took it, then tugged him and Jamie into the shower and the flow of hot water.

He hummed and let his head fall back for a moment, enjoying the hot stream.

“Fuck, he’s pretty,” Jamie whispered, and Silas chuckled.

“Language!” Bran growled the word out, not even straightening from his position in the flow of water.

Silas chuckled even harder at his admonition.

Bran gave his lover a glare.

“You’re right, you’re right. But so is Jamie. You’re gorgeous.”

“Still.” He turned to Jamie. “No swearing, boy.”

“I—I don’t understand…”

He stroked Jamie’s cheek and rubbed his thumb along the pretty mouth. “You don’t need to swear. It’s unseemly.”

“And you know that following the rules earns rewards, hmm?” Silas murmured.

“And breaking them results in punishments.” He felt it was only fair that Jamie was aware of both sides of the coin.

“Sometimes that’s hot too, hmm?”

Jamie’s eyes were wide, but he wasn’t moving, was he?

“Sometimes that’s the hottest thing ever.” Bran could totally agree with Silas on that one.

Leaning in, he took Jamie’s lips again, slipping his tongue in.

Jamie snuggled in, holding him tight. Look at that, their boy already sought comfort in his Daddies when he was unsure.

Silas stepped up behind Jamie, pushing against the slender body, sandwiching him in between the two of them.

Silas stared at him, eyes lit up, so excited.

He slid a hand around one of Jamie’s asscheeks, and the other around Silas’s. Then he squeezed the double handful, enjoying the differences between them.

Silas was more muscled, Jamie’s ass rounded and full. And he wanted to be buried inside both.

Groaning, he took the kisses he was sharing with Jamie even deeper.

Jamie was hard as nails, hips rolling restlessly.

“So much need.” More proof that their boy needed them.

“Is that cool?” So nervous.

“We want all of you,” he reassured Jamie.

“And your need is at the top of the list,” added Silas.

“You’re both so nice to me.”

“Ulterior motives.” Bran smiled. “We want you to be with us.”

“I hope you don’t change your mind…”

“We won’t.” He and Silas said the words at the same time.

That made Jamie giggle, and that was the sweetest sound.

Gods, this boy was adorable, wonderful, and Silas was absolutely right. He was theirs.

“Let’s get you soaped up,” he suggested.

“Ooo, things get all slippy slidey when soap’s involved,” Silas noted.

“It does, and it smells so, so good.” Jamie’s expression was blissful.

He held his hands out to Silas, his lover soaping them up. Then the two of them began to wash Jamie, sliding their slick hands over all that lovely skin.

They washed him, cleaned him, and that sweet cock was red and hard, leaking for them.

Jamie’s cock was hard, but they were making the rest of him boneless, only Silas supporting him from behind keeping him upright.

“Please… please, I want you…”

He wrapped his hand around Jamie’s cock and began stroking slowly. “Sweet boy.”

“Uhn…” That was pure need.

He continued to pull on the long cock. “We’re going to let you come now.”

“And then you won’t be allowed to come until we give the order after that.”

Jamie’s lips parted, and his eyes went wide.

Bran kept stroking, Jamie not going down in the slightest. Their words might have shocked their boy, but they also turned him on.

“You like that, don’t you? The idea that you belong with us,” Silas murmured.

Jamie swallowed, but he nodded. Good boy, being honest with them and with himself. It might scare him, he might think it weird, but he liked the thought.

In reward, Bran pumped that sweet cock harder, while Silas cupped Jamie’s balls and rolled them with his fingers.

Jamie grunted, one foot coming up to prop on the shower seat giving them more access. Smart boy with amazing instincts for one so untested in the realm of sex.

Bran watched as Silas latched onto Jamie’s neck, sucking up a mark. Then he bent and brought his and Jamie’s lips together in another deep kiss.

Jamie rocked between them, tongue flicking in his mouth with a sheer desperation.

Silas kissed his way up along Jamie’s neck to suck on his earlobe. “You’re allowed to come, boy,” Silas whispered.

Then Silas winked at him, and Jamie cried out, that hand doing wicked things to their boy’s backside.

He squeezed tight and slid his thumb across the tip of Jamie’s cock, giving it a little pressure.

Heat poured over his fingers, wet and perfect.

“MMmm. Love the way you smell, boy.” He slowed his strokes, easing Jamie down from his orgasm.

Jamie gasped and shivered, just as perfect as could be.

“We’ve got you,” Silas told Jamie, holding him upright.

“I—Nothing like you two. Nothing .” Jamie was panting, lips parted, sweet body kissed.

“No, there isn’t.” He appreciated that their boy saw that, knew it. “Let’s get you de-soaped and head for the bedroom.” The shower was good for rubbing together and hand jobs, but making love needed a bed, especially when there were three of you.

Jamie was boneless, clumsy, trying to help, but just getting in the way.

Bran chuckled as he and Silas manhandled Jamie out of the shower, dried him off and got him into bed. Boneless was totally acceptable in bed.

Jamie reached for them, offering them both drugging, lazy kisses.

“I want you this time,” Bran noted. “I want to fill you and feel what it’s like to have you tight and hot all around me.”

“Yes. I want to know everything. I swear.” Jamie’s expression was pure ease.

He smiled at Silas, leaned past Jamie to share a kiss, Silas’s tongue tangling with his.

Jamie groaned. “So pretty… god, you both are perfect.”

Bran ended the kiss with a lick to Silas’s lips. “Not perfect, boy, but we try, eh?”

“We do, and we want you to let us love on you.”

He gazed into Jamie’s eyes and read the need there. Then he brought their mouths together, hand sliding along Jamie’s chest.

“How do you want me?” Jamie asked. “What’s best for you?”

“We’re going to do what’s best for you today. What do you think, Silas? He can straddle you and I’ll do him from behind?”

Silas’s eyes glazed over. “Guh…”

Yes, his lover liked that idea. One day, they would take their boy together. One day.

Silas rolled over onto his back and patted his own belly. Damn, Jamie was right—his Silas was very pretty.

“Sexy stud,” he murmured, and Silas smiled for him, cheeks coloring slightly.

“Come lie on me, boy,” Silas said, getting them back on track. “We can rub against each other.”

“Okay. I like rubbing.” Jamie stroked Silas’s nipple.

Silas moaned, body arching, hands reaching for Jamie. Bran helped Jamie move and settle on Silas, his lover grabbing their boy’s hips and arranging him where he wanted him.

“Oh yeah. That’s perfect.”

“Is it?” Jamie kissed Silas, who spread those lean cheeks for him.

“Feel the way our pricks rub together. Isn’t that just right?” Silas wriggled and Jamie moaned.

Smiling, Bran reached for the lube, eyes on that sweet hole.

“Uh-huh.” So sweet, so very hungry.

He rubbed Jamie’s hole. Then slicked his fingers and rubbed it some more.

He wanted their boy open and aching for him.

Teasing a little longer, he watched as Silas and Jamie kissed, soft moans filling the air.

Silas’s fingers clenched and relaxed, over and over again. It was rhythmic and beautiful and slow. Time to ramp things up.

He pushed his index finger against Jamie’s hole and breached it, the hot, tight passage closing over his digit immediately.

Jamie moaned, that ring of muscles squeezing him tight. Oh fuck, that was going to feel amazing around his prick. And while he didn’t want to wait, he definitely was. Their boy needed the proper prep first. He slid his finger in and out, slowly getting Jamie used to the sensation, the slight stretch.

Jamie moaned, hips rolling nice and slow.

“Mmm. You’ve got great instincts, boy.” So sensual and lovely. Bending, he placed a kiss in the small of Jamie’s back and slowly pushed a second finger in along with the first. Just a bit wider, stretching more now.

Jamie was rocking, meeting him and pressing into Silas.

Silas groaned, moving up to meet each of Jamie’s motions. That pushed him back onto his fingers, too. It was a beautiful circle.

“Wow. Wow, this is… This is real.”

“Mmmhmm. Feels that way, doesn’t it?” He pushed his fingers deeper, looking for that little spot inside Jamie. He knew the moment he found it, too.

His boy cried out, arching hard into Silas. “Oh god!”

“Mmmhmm. Right there.” He nudged the spot again and again, driving Jamie higher.

“I can’t—I came already!”

“And you can’t come again without permission, baby boy,” Silas said.

“And I’m not doing this to make you come.” Bran continued to do it. “I’m just trying to ramp you up.” Trying and succeeding.

Silas nodded. “If you get too close, we’ll bind you. To help.”

“To help?” Jamie clearly wasn’t following.

“Keep you from coming,” Bran explained. “And keep you nice and hard.”

Jamie’s body clenched around him.

Oh, their boy might not know about boys and daddies and stuff, but his body sure knew what it wanted.

It was absolutely delicious, and he craved it, one hundred percent.

He slid his free hand between Jamie and Silas’s bodies and wrapped two fingers around the base of that needy cock. “We use a piece of leather here. Nice and tight.” He squeezed, mimicking what a cock ring would do.

Jamie whimpered, his lips parting.

“Mmm. Maybe we should grab one and put it on,” he suggested to Silas. “We wouldn’t want our boy to fail at his first order not to come.” They could punish him another time when he disobeyed that particular order. Or the no-swearing one.

“Good idea.” Silas was already reaching for the little drawer in the bedside table, rummaging around for the leather cock ring they kept there.

“You… you have things in a drawer?” Jamie sounded stunned.

“Doesn’t everyone?” Silas asked.

“Well, they need the bedside table with a drawer first,” Bran noted dryly. “And I’m not sure there’s room in a closet for that.”

“Don’t worry,” Silas told Jamie. “When you come here to live, you’ll have a drawer of your own that you can keep anything you want in.”

Bran chuckled. “Your favorite plugs, your favorite cock cage…”

Jamie whimpered for them, and Bran grinned down at Silas. Their boy was such a wonderful discovery.

He hit Jamie’s gland again, wanting this talk to be set in Jamie’s memory with pleasure.

Jamie gasped. “Oh fuck!”

“That’s coming, I promise.” He hit Jamie’s gland one more time before removing his fingers and adding more slick. He pushed three back in.

Then he tapped Jamie’s prostate hard. “And no cussing.” They were going to drill that one into their boy’s brain.

Silas took Jamie’s mouth, this kiss wild, and his boy was jerking around his fingers.

“Get that ring on him,” Bran ordered. If Silas didn’t do it soon, it would be too late.

“You got it. Ease off, lover.”

With great reluctance, he tugged his fingers away, letting Silas do his thing.

Silas pushed Jamie up and Bran helped, exposing that needy cock. He gave it a single stroke, just because he could. Then he concentrated on holding Jamie’s hips, making sure Silas had the room he needed to get the cock ring on.

“I—I’ve never…”

“It’s fine. Trust us,” he whispered into Jamie’s ear.

Maybe that was cheating, but he knew that Jamie would accept that answer, would relax and let them do it. Plus it wasn’t cheating if they didn’t betray that trust, which he had no intention of doing.

“I do. I’m here.” Jamie managed a smile for them.

“And we love that.” Silas stole a kiss as his hands worked that leather around the base of Jamie’s cock. “You’re beautiful bound up like this, baby boy.”

Jamie whimpered for them, and Bran reached around to feel the leather bisecting Jamie’s most sensitive skin. He hummed happily.

Jamie gasped and shook his head. “Damn…”

“It’s an interesting feeling, isn’t it?” He continued to explore, to play his fingers over skin and leather, teasing both Jamie and himself.

“Uh-huh…” Jamie spread and arched, whimpering softly.

Silas’s hand joined his, their fingers bumping and tangling, the two of them together in this as in everything.

Bran bent and kissed Jamie’s neck as Silas pressed his and Jamie’s lips together again. Bran worked Jamie’s skin with his tongue as he imagined Silas working Jamie’s mouth.

Bran was in heaven, and he couldn’t wait to sink into that sweet hole.

Slicking his fingers up some more, he slid all three in, just to make sure Jamie was really ready. No pain for their boy’s first time on his cock.

“Feels so good,” Jamie whispered as he rode Bran’s fingers.

“Gonna be even better when it’s my cock.” Solid. Hot. And all for Jamie.

“Yeah. I want to feel you. All of you.”

He kissed the back of Jamie’s neck and tugged his fingers out again. “I think you’re ready.” He reached up for a condom.

“I think he’s ready too, love. He needs you.”

“I’m right here, Jamie. I’ve got you.” He rolled the condom down his prick and added a bunch of slick. Then he lined up with Jamie’s hole and pressed against it.

Jamie gasped, his head rolling on his neck as the tip popped in.

He pressed a kiss against Jamie’s shoulder as he stilled. “I’ve got you, boy. And we’re going to take as long as we need to.” Even if it was killing him not to move.

“You’re big,” their boy whispered. “I’m so full of you.”

“And you’re so tight, hot all around me. You hold me like a glove.” He ran his tongue around the shell of Jamie’s ear, feeling the resulting shiver all around his cock.

“So sensitive,” he whispered, and Jamie nodded.

“You’re both beautiful,” Silas said, moving beneath them, rolling Jamie up into him which pushed his prick in a little bit farther.

That earned him a happy little moan. He took that as an indication that Jamie was ready for more. Thank goodness because it was killing him not to keep moving.

Taking a breath, reminding himself to keep going slowly, he pushed gently with his hips.

“Oh. Oh, guys…” Jamie shivered, hips shifting side to side. “So good.”

He met Silas’s gaze and they shared a smile. Their boy was a natural, a sensual, needy wonder.

“Just going to get better,” he promised as he worked his way in a little deeper. Then he pulled almost out before moving back in an inch or two. He was going to take this as slow as he needed to.

Even if it threatened to make him lose his mind.

Silas shifted below them, eyes crossing as he rubbed up against Jamie. Someone else was losing their mind at the slow pace. Holding back his chuckle, he pushed in a little deeper, Jamie’s body seeming to grab at him and suck him in even more.

Groaning, he made himself still again.

“More, dammit.” That wasn’t Jamie.

“Patience, lover.” He tugged most of the way out again, then slid forward, fucking Jamie nice and slow.

Silas pinched one of Jamie’s nipples, and he squeezed Bran’s cock.

“Mmm. Do that again, lover.” He pushed a little deeper and groaned when Silas did it again, Jamie tightening around him. “Fuck, that’s perfect.”

“More than,” Jamie admitted.

He kissed the back of Jamie’s neck again, then started moving more consistently. He kept it careful, gentle, but he pushed in deeper, then drew back without pausing.

Silas nodded. “Just like that, love. He’s feeling you.”

Jamie wasn’t the only one. He was feeling it, too. Like being buried in hot, silky heaven. He continued moving, continued sliding into the best place in the world.

“Don’t stop…” Jamie rolled his head and moaned. “Please. You… I’m full of you.”

“Not stopping.” He would have if Jamie had asked; this was the boy’s first time on his cock, and he needed it to be good. But doing so would have taken everything in him. Thank the gods he didn’t have to. “Gonna just keep doing this.” And if he had his way, never have to stop, though he knew that was impossible. This kind of pleasure couldn’t be sustained.

“So beautiful. You both make me so hard.” Silas writhed under Jamie.

He slid his fingers along Silas’s side, giving his lover more sensation and whispered into their boy’s ear. “Is he hard, Jamie? Does watching us make him need?”

“Uh. Uh-huh.” Jamie began to meet his thrusts.

“Watching us and you rubbing up against him both.” He moved a little faster, giving Jamie more now that he had their boy’s participation, telling him Jamie was ready.

Jamie took him, body tight but yielding at once.

All of a sudden, Jamie took an intake of breath and tightened around him, Silas grinning like a monkey. Oh, his lover was touching Jamie where he couldn’t see. Good deal.

He moved faster, his own orgasm sitting right in the base of his spine, just waiting.

Their boy was bound, orgasm held back, and Silas was driving him mad. There were near constant moans, and the tightness around his cock fluttered and increased as they pushed Jamie together.

Bran bit his lower lip, distracting himself a tiny bit because he wasn’t ready yet to come and have it be over.

He wanted it to last for days. He knew it wasn’t the last time they’d make love, but it was the only time it would be Jamie’s first time with him. He kissed Jamie’s nape, let his tongue drag over the warm skin and loving the little shiver that drew out.

“Pretty baby…” Silas whispered. “Our sweet boy.”

He smiled down at Silas and nodded. Jamie was theirs, no question.

He knew it—he should always listen to his Silas.

Thrusting faster, he shifted slightly, looking to find Jamie’s gland.

“Oh god…” Jamie gasped, his head tossing. “Please.”

Bingo!

Now that he’d found it, he kept hitting that spot. He was going to drive Jamie crazy with pleasure.

“I can’t…”

“Mmm… just feel, baby boy. Just feel and breathe.”

Jamie didn’t need to do anything but fly for them.

Closing his eyes, he sank into the sensations, into the feel of Jamie beneath him and around him, tight and silky. He felt his balls draw up, the need to shoot growing.

“So good. Close, Silas,” he warned.

“Undo him.” He would let Jamie’s orgasm pull his own out of him.

“Oh, yes. Please. Please.” Jamie sounded desperate.

He nodded, and he swore he could hear the sound of the snap undoing as Silas freed Jamie’s prick.

“Come for me now, boy,” he ordered.

“Do as Daddy says, pretty. Like our good boy.”

Jamie cried out, shooting all over Silas, ass squeezing tightly around his cock. He let go, his own cry echoing Jamie’s.

He let himself spin, let his world tumble on itself, and collapsed, trusting Silas to hold them all.

To his surprise, Jamie held him up, braced and rocked under him. Their boy was strong.

Silas groaned and met Jamie’s movements. “Oh, fuck. Yes.”

Jamie chuckled, the sound husky and raw. “Mmhmm.”

Silas grabbed hold of Jamie’s ass and helped out, his prick no doubt rubbing up against Jamie’s silky skin. “So good, baby boy. Feels so damn good.”

Bran’s own prick was trying to stay hard, still buried inside Jamie’s body, the hot hole squeezing him with every roll of his hips.

This was wild, simply the most erotic moment in a wonderful life.

He slid a hand between their bodies, touching Silas’s prick, sliding up to pinch his cockhead.

“Bran!” Mmm… Silas liked that.

“Yeah, baby?” he asked, lazy pleasure dancing in the words. He did it again.

“Don’t stop. Fuck, you two are hot as hell.”

“Us two? I think it’s you two.” He gave Silas a wink. Then he rubbed his thumb into Silas’s slit, knowing how much Silas loved that.

“He’s beautiful,” Jamie whispered, then kissed Silas hard.

“Jamie’s right.” He alternated pinching with rubbing, tugging on Silas’s cock. He could see the flush of need climbing Silas’s body, recognized the signs of the coming orgasm.

Jamie wasn’t passive in this, loving on Silas, touching and kissing. It was lovely to see, to know that their boy was so generous with himself.

“Come for us, Silas. Let us see your pleasure.”

Silas nodded, working for it, his head tossing.

“Bite his lower lip.” He whispered the words into Jamie’s ear, knowing that was one of his lover’s hot spots.

Jamie moaned, then nibbled on Silas’s ear, making him moan.

“His lower lip, boy, bite his lower lip.”

“Sorry. Sorry, I can do that.” Jamie nipped that sweet bottom lip and Silas cried out.

He squeezed Silas’s cock, hard.

Silas came, his entire body jerking hard.

Bran moaned. His lover was breathtaking in pleasure. Well, Silas looked amazing all the time, but right now, he was especially gorgeous.

“So fine…” Jamie moaned. “You’re lovely.”

“You both are. I am a lucky, lucky man.” Bran kissed the back of Jamie’s neck and moved his hand to the base of his own cock, holding the condom in place as he carefully eased out of Jamie’s body.

Jamie groaned, finally coming to rest on Silas.

Bran placed a last kiss on Jamie’s neck, stroked Silas’s side, then he got up to get a warm cloth and get everyone cleaned up. Maybe a bit of cream for Jamie’s hole—just to make sure he didn’t chafe.

When he got back from the bathroom, his lovers were both asleep. He stood there for a long moment, taking a mental picture of this. Then he set to taking care of Silas and Jamie both.