Chapter 7

CHAPTER SEVEN

J amie spent two weeks working, writing, and being steadily seduced by Silas and Bran.

They were relentless, and it felt good to be cared for. Wanted.

It felt good to be their focus, maybe a little dangerous, too.

They hadn’t brought up his past at all. Once he’d told them, they’d just let it drop, like the fact that he’d been famous wasn’t important. Wasn’t why they wanted him.

And it wasn’t a turn off either. It was just a win-win.

The front door of Silas and Bran’s house opened and closed again, a cheery whistle sounding, heading in the direction of the kitchen. That sounded like Silas.

He still felt a bit like an intruder here, but he had moved almost all his things into the little room. It was still bigger than his closet at the house.

“Jamie? Bran? Anyone home?” Silas called out.

“I’m here,” he called out. “At my—the—desk.”

Silas appeared in the doorway. “You were right the first time, boy. It’s your desk. Are you in a place to take a break long enough to give me a kiss?”

“I am. I was just checking emails.” He’d worked his shift, come back, showered, even napped for half an hour.

“Yay.” Silas gave him a grin, but he could see in Silas’s eyes that he was happy to be able to be here with him. Silas wrapped those strong arms around him and brought their mouths together.

He sighed and opened up, both of them making a sweet sound.

“I do love coming home to you,” Silas murmured as their lips parted.

“It’s amazing to be here.” Even though he was still worried that he was taking advantage.

“Bran and I are very glad you think so.” Silas kissed the tip of his nose. “You wanna help me get dinner ready?”

“I’d love to.” It was better than trying to get words that didn’t want to come.

“Excellent. I want to put something we made and yummy on the table when Bran gets home.” Silas looped arms with him and walked with him to the big kitchen.

“I’m not a great cook, but I am excellent at following directions, you know?”

“That’s perfect. I mean all a recipe is, is following directions, right?” Silas grinned and worked his phone one-handed. “What sounds fun and exotic?”

“Uh—enchiladas?” He loved Mexican food.

“I’m not sure that qualifies as exotic, but it should be super tasty and I think we’ll have most if not all the ingredients. Silas found a recipe. “I’ll call out the ingredients—you can pull them out. We’ll start with the tortillas.”

They worked together, and it was easy, but more importantly, it was fun. They sang together, fed each other nibbles of cooked ground meat and cheese. The smells were amazing, and he couldn’t believe it would be anything but delicious.

“You want to grab the candles from the living room and bring them to the kitchen? We’ll get something lovely and romantic set up to go with our meal.”

“Oh, that’s a neat idea. I love eating like it matters.”

“Feeding each other always matters, you know?” Silas started pulling plates from the cupboards.

“Yeah, well, I used to only feed myself.”

“I know.” Silas came over and pulled him into a hug. “You don’t have to do that anymore.”

“No? You’re sure you’re okay with me?”

“We want you here with us, Jamie.” Silas looked him in the eye. “I want you here and I know Bran does, too. Can you feel how right it feels to be here with us? To be ours?”

“I’ve never felt like this before.” He didn’t know what that meant, exactly—theirs.

“No, I’m guessing you haven’t. But that’s part of what makes it a good thing.” Silas rubbed his arms, the touch gentle and reassuring. “I mean, from what I understand, your childhood and early teen years were not exactly rosy, so if you’d felt this feeling before, it might not be a good thing. You know?”

“Yeah. It was—I was unhappy. I don’t love the limelight.”

“Then I’m glad you’re out of it. For your sake. And selfishly, for ours. Who knows if we would have even met if you were still an actor, still in the limelight?”

“No. I only worked and hid from the fans.” He’d loved acting, but he’d hated celebrity.

“Then I believe, selfishly, that it worked out for the best. Although it might have been nice if you’d wound up with some of the money that you worked so hard for.” Silas went back to setting the table for three.

“Yeah. I mean, it was worth it, to be able to try and disappear.”

“Yeah? It’s nice to be real to someone, though, eh? Or should I say two someones.”

Two someones that had… toppy tendencies. “It is.”

Silas gave him another kiss. They were like drugs, leaving him reeling. “Now go get those candles, eh? Bran’s going to be home any minute.”

“Of course. Do you think he sold anything today?” He arranged the table with cloth napkins and lit candles.

“Maybe. Probably.” Silas shrugged. “Even if he didn’t sell anything, I’m sure he’s been schmoozing, and he’ll need to decompress.”

“How was your studio day? Did you have a good one? Productive?”

“It was! Being in love makes for great inspiration.”

His cheeks heated. Hopefully Silas meant him too.

“Well, this looks great. All we need now is Bran. Whatever shall we do while we wait…” Silas looked like he had an idea or two about that.

“Dance? Play cribbage?”

“My idea involves more tongue,” Silas admitted.

James started chuckling, Silas tickling the hell out of him.

Silas grinned and kissed him. “Laughing kisses are the best,” Silas noted as he ended the kiss.

James stepped in close, begging another of those heady kisses. Silas’s arms slid around him and their mouths came together again. This time the kiss was long and lingering, Silas tugging him close so their bodies rubbed.

He hummed, his entire body responding.

Silas’s hands slid to his ass, cupping and squeezing, rocking him up against the solid body as the kisses went even deeper.

His cock began to fill, and he whimpered, just loving it. Silas swallowed his sound, and gave him back a moan, the sound vibrating against his lips.

He gasped, and he had to stroke up along Silas’s arms.

“Oh, damn. This is the best sight to come home to.” Bran’s heat warmed his back, and then the big body pressed up against him.

His knees went weak. He loved this, being sandwiched between them.

Silas moaned into his mouth again, tongue tangling with his as Bran dropped sweet kisses along the back of his neck.

He tried to remember that they were supposed to eat, but it was tough. He had the strength of them surrounding him, their heat, and the hardness of their cocks, in front and in back, rubbing and making him need.

“Mmm… we cooked.” There. Go him.

Bran nodded, nose sliding against his skin. “I can smell.”

“We should eat,” Silas added.

The heady kisses continued, none of them making a move to break apart.

“If we eat, then we can have a shower,” Bran suggested.

“And anticipation will not only make the food taste better, but it’ll make what comes after better, too.” Silas nodded and pressed another hard kiss on him. This one was quick, though, then both Bran and Silas stepped away from him, hands sliding on his body as they parted.

His cock was hard and aching in his jeans, pushing against his zipper, and making him desperate.

“Do you need some help?” Silas asked, hand sliding to cup him through his jeans. “A cock ring could make supper easier for you.”

“Wh-what?” His eyes went wide, and his cock jerked, leaving a wet spot on his jeans.

“You’re needing pretty hard,” Silas noted. “And you’re not allowed to come before we’re all in the shower after supper.”

“Uh-huh.” Silas was right. He needed. Bad.

“If we were really evil, we’d make you go upstairs and get the cock ring yourself.” Bran chuckled and licked his earlobe. “But I’m in a generous mood, and I’ll go grab one from my office while you guys get the delicious-smelling food onto the table.”

“Enchiladas and guacamole…” he moaned.

“Yum! I’ll be right back.”

Bran disappeared, and Silas helped him move the food from the oven and fridge onto the table. Somehow Silas managed to touch or brush against him every time they passed each other.

He was rock hard and finally he just pushed in, demanding a kiss. Silas gave it to him, tongue-fucking his lips, hand sliding to his ass to pull him in close.

“Hey, hey now. We’re going to eat, remember?” Bran tugged them apart and showed him the cock ring. “I’m even going to help keep you from coming.”

He whimpered, his prick throbbing, balls tightening up.

Silas stepped up behind him, supporting him as Bran slowly dragged the zipper of his jeans down, moving carefully.

“Don’t come, boy, or we’ll have to spank you hard.” Bran’s words made him jerk and shudder.

Those blue eyes were intense as they stared into him.

Then came the touch to his cock, Bran tugging him out, baring him.

“Please…” He was going to die.

“Imagine how wonderful it will be when we finally let you come.” Bran gave him a single stroke, then wrapped the cock ring around the base of his prick, making sure it was good and tight. “Such a pretty sight.”

“It is.” Silas patted him, pulled his briefs up. “You can just leave your jeans off.”

“Yeah, that would probably be more comfortable,” Bran agreed. “Okay, I’m starving. Let’s eat.” Bran held a chair out for him.

He blinked at Bran, then sat, feeling so weird.

Bran grabbed a chip and dunked it into the guacamole before offering it over to him, holding it up to his lips. “I know guac is your favorite.”

“Uh… uh-huh…” He blinked over and opened up.

The chip pushed between his lips, the bright flavor of the guacamole waking his tastebuds up, and he closed his mouth over it automatically.

“Good boy,” Bran murmured as Silas slid a hand along his spine in a gentle motion.

He was dying. He didn’t know how to process all of this. He just didn’t.

“You’re doing great,” Silas told him. “We’ll just have a meal together and let the anticipation color everything.”

Bran nodded. “Feel free to tell us how you’re feeling, what you need. We want to share everything with you.”

“I—” He didn’t have a script for this, so he didn’t know what to say.

“He’s tongue-tied,” Silas noted.

“That’s allowed, too. You don’t have to say anything.” Bran grabbed a second bite of enchiladas, but offered this one to him, fork brought up to his lips.

“This is all very different and odd,” he admitted and then took the bite.

“Yeah?” Bran grabbed another forkful and offered this one to Silas, who took the bite between his lips and gradually pulled it off the fork, holding eye contact with Bran the entire time.

“Yes. I never thought I was… sexy.” Or sensual. Or anything.

Bran’s eyes crinkled, his smile soft, kind. “Oh, baby boy, you are definitely sexy.”

“Uh-huh.” Silas breathed the word into his ear, making him shiver.

He moaned, deep in his chest, his teeth sinking in his bottom lip.

“Mmm.” Bran leaned in and licked his lower lip before dipping another chip and offering it over to him.

“I want you both…” he whimpered.

“And we want you.”

“We so do.” Silas licked his earlobe. “You gotta eat, though. We all do. Anticipating is amazing.”

“And good boys get rewards. Trust me. They get what they deserve.” Bran’s voice echoed inside him.

The two them continued to feed him, to tease him, to drive him absolutely crazy. Each mouthful came with a touch, a word, a tease.

By the time they were finished, he was undone, aching and leaking, breathing hard.

“We’re so proud of you,” Bran told him, hand sliding along his cheek. “It’s time to go upstairs and give you your reward.”

“Yeah?” He was almost in tears, his world overwhelmed.

“Yeah.” Bran tugged him close, kissing him hard, tongue pushing into his mouth.

He began to rub, breathing hard, aching for his lovers.

“Upstairs,” Bran whispered.

“Yep.” Silas turned him and picked him up, heading toward the stairs with him in the strong arms.

He held on. “Don’t hurt yourself, now.”

“You’re not a feather, but you’re not really heavy either,” Silas assured him.

Bran followed them, gaze on the two of them as they climbed the stairs.

James hid his face in Silas’s throat, inhaling his lover’s scent.

It seemed to take forever, but at the same time, it was no time at all before they got to the bedroom and Silas set him down on the bed. Silas and Bran stood there for a moment, staring down at him.

“You are so sexy, Jamie.”

He blushed from his head to his toes, and he ducked his head. “Thank you.”

“He’d look sexier naked,” Silas noted.

“He would.” Bran gave him a wink and started tugging his underwear off, freeing his aching prick and sliding the material down along his legs.

“Oh god.” He was so hard, aching for his lovers. His cock was leaking.

Bran turned to Silas and tugged his shirt up over his head. Then Silas returned the favor, leaving them both naked from the waist up. Fuck, they were stunning.

He wasn’t sure how these two had become his. He wasn’t sure he should look at it too closely in case it disappeared.

Bran pulled Silas’s belt off, the sound slithering and somehow sexy. Then he pushed Silas’s slacks right off.

James reached out, fingers stroking down along Silas’s belly toward the hard cock.

“You want a taste of that, boy?” Bran asked, and Silas moaned.

“God, yes.” He loved the feel of a cock in his mouth.

“Please.” Silas got up on the bed on his knees, cock hard, tip leaking, and right there.

James leaned forward at the waist, his lips open. He needed to taste, and Silas was waiting for him. Wanting him.

Silas’s fingers slid through his hair, the man groaning as he touched the tip of Silas’s prick with his tongue.

“Oh, this is going to be a common treat for me, I’m sure.” Bran’s fingers joined Silas’s. “The two of you are stunning together.”

James’s cheeks burned, but he was honored, pleased down to the bone.

“More,” Silas demanded, then added, “Please.”

He wouldn’t say no, not at all. He leaned farther, taking Silas in and in. Silas’s hands opened and closed around his head, soft sounds coming from him. They found a rhythm, steady and strong, absolutely sure.

Silas’s hips moved with him, pushing the delicious cock deeper into his mouth, sliding it along his tongue, then drawing back again.

“Such a good boy. Keep it up. Make him feel good.” Bran’s voice drove him mad.

Silas wasn’t talking at all, he was moaning and whimpering, fingers sliding though his hair and gripping at his scalp.

It made him feel incredibly empowered. He had never—not even with thousands of fans—felt so good.

“You’ve got him, Jamie. Going to make him come.” Bran kept talking, encouraging him, telling him how good he was doing.

He wouldn’t have stopped for anything. He needed to make Silas shoot.

Head dropping back, Silas moaned loudly, his cock getting even harder in James’s mouth.

“Soon,” Bran murmured, hand sliding along James’s back.

He moaned and took Silas in to the root, swallowing convulsively.

“Jamie!” Silas shouted out his name, and spunk shot down his throat, bitter and salty and all Silas.

He swallowed hard, taking Silas in with a low cry.

Silas’s hands carded roughly through his hair, the man moaning softly again before whispering, “Good boy. So good.”

Theirs. Somehow, he was theirs. It was wild, but true.

Silas pulled out of his mouth and bent, kissing him hard, tongue sweeping through his mouth.

He surged up, rubbing his bound cock frenetically against that hot skin.

Bran climbed onto the bed behind him and tugged his hips back so his ass was up against Bran’s crotch. “You’re still not allowed to come until we say.”

“No fair…” He needed to touch.

“Totally fair.” Bran kissed his neck, tongue sliding along his skin. Then let go of his hips. “You can rub and touch and kiss, but you can’t come until Silas or I say you can.”

He whimpered, offering Silas his best sad look.

Silas chuckled and nuzzled their cheeks together. “It’s going to feel so good when we finally let you come, I swear.”

“And you will feel the satisfaction of obeying your daddies,” Bran whispered, rubbing, hard and hot against his ass, leaving wet kisses behind on his skin.

Silas cupped his cheeks, looked into his eyes. “You want to taste Bran, too? I’m guessing it won’t take long. And then we’ll let you come.”

“Mmhmm… Promise?”

“We promise,” they answered together.

Then the heat behind him disappeared as Bran lay back on the bed, cock standing at attention.

His jaw was going to be sore tomorrow, that was for sure, but he bent down to suck Bran’s fat cock in. Bran’s hips jerked, going deep for a second, but Bran pulled away, settling back on the mattress again.

“Amazing mouth, boy.” The words were strained, and Bran grabbed at his shoulders, hands opening and closing.

He hoped so. It would be awful if he sucked at… sucking.

Bran started moving his hips again, gentler movements this time, pushing into his mouth and along his tongue over and over.

He closed his eyes and sank into it, humming in the back of his throat.

“Jamie!” Bran cried out and slammed into the back of his mouth, come pouring down his throat.

That surprised him, and his eyes flew open in shock as he swallowed.

Bran’s fingers slid through his hair, rubbing his scalp.

“Such a good boy. Making us both feel so good.”

The praise felt so good. The hand on his cock felt even better.

He wasn’t going to cry, but he wanted to.

Bran’s hand joined Silas’s, the two of them touching and stroking, rolling his balls in their sac. His hips humped blindly, his legs moving restlessly.

Bran popped the snap on the leather around the base of his cock, the sudden rush of blood undeniable. “You can came now, boy.”

“Please!” He began to panic, his heart fluttering.

Bran wrapped his hand around James’s cock and tugged hard and fast, squeezing him.

“Help me…” His balls drew up and he gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head.

Silas’s voice sounded at his ear, low and sexy. “Come for us now, boy. Right now.”

On the word now , Bran pushed a finger into his ass.

He shot so hard, his eyes rolled back in his head.

Bran kept tugging on his cock, pulling out aftershocks that made him shake and shiver, and both Bran and Silas kissed his cheeks, his shoulders, his chin.

Tears rolled down his cheeks, and he slumped onto the sheets, just melting. Bran and Silas sandwiched him, bodies warm and just right around him.

“You see, boy?” Bran said. “Mind-blowing.”

“Waiting is always worth it,” Silas added.

He just curled into himself, utterly overwhelmed.

“Shh. You’re okay.” Silas stroked him gently.

“You’re safe—your daddies have you.”

“I—I feel so…” Overwhelmed.

“You don’t need to feel any particular way. Just lie there and enjoy our togetherness. You don’t need to worry about anything else.” Bran patted his belly.

He wished that was true, but it wasn’t. He worried. But at least the guys liked him.