Chapter 9

CHAPTER NINE

B ran opened the door and drew Silas and Jamie inside. He locked the door behind them, not making a big deal of it, but not willing to leave it unlocked given their earlier “visitor.”

“Upstairs,” he told them. They didn’t need to pretend they weren’t eager for anything but being up in bed together.

They trooped up, and they all began stripping down, Silas making sure the blinds and curtains were drawn.

Bran pulled the covers back and piled the pillows up at the head of the bed to sit against. He sat in the middle and opened his arms for his guys.

They joined him with the cake, a disposable fork, and a couple of towels.

“Okay, who was thinking ahead with the towels?” He suspected it was actually Jamie; he and Silas didn’t eat in bed very often.

Jamie raised his hand. “I just thought it would save the sheets.”

“Such a thoughtful boy.” He gave Jamie a reward in the form of a lingering kiss.

“Thank you.” Jamie was already blinking slow.

“You want to talk about the safeword before we get into smearing each other with cake?”

“No smearing. That’s sticky and gross. We’re all going to use the same one, right?”

“That seems to make the most sense to me,” Silas noted.

Bran nodded his agreement. He and Silas didn’t technically need one, but they could totally have one. And who knew, maybe it would be a word that would grab everyone’s attention if he or Silas used it.

“Cool. So are there rules about which one you use?” Jamie chuckled, feeding Silas a bite of cake. “Word, I mean.”

“You can choose any word you want, but it should be something easy for you to remember and that you wouldn’t shout out naturally.”

“So… no doesn’t work?”

Bran tilted his head and pursed his lips, working out how to help Jamie understand. “Not necessarily. Not if we’re playing hard and part of the enjoyment is you saying no and don’t, but really wanting whatever is going on to continue.”

Silas nodded. “What if you’re upset and angry and need to fight us? You want to yell and shout and scream no, but you don’t want us to stop—you want us to keep pushing so you can get it all out?”

“Or what if we’re exploring and pushing boundaries and you feel like you should say no or you’re scared and say no, but you can be pushed past that point.” Bran stroked Jamie’s arm soothingly. He knew it could be a hard concept. “It’s a way to be able to stop everything on that one word no matter what else is going on.”

“This is a little weird. You know that, right?” Jamie smiled and cuddled. “I’m not saying no. I’m just saying it’s weird.”

Bran chuckled. “You know, that’s one of my favorite things about you—you’re forthright and honest. You say it like you see it.”

“As for weird,” Silas said. “We’re two men in a committed loving relationship who know they need a third to make things perfect. We do weird for breakfast.”

“Sometimes, yes.” Jamie started to giggle madly.

Bran had to smile, that joy everything.

“So are you ready to pick a word?” Silas asked, sneaking a fingerful of glittery buttercream and sucking it off his finger.

“Uh—glitter?” Jamie’s eyes were fastened on Silas’s mouth.

“That works.” Bran chuckled. “Unless we decide to use edible glitter during sex at some point.”

Silas made a face. “You know that stuff is nasty.”

“I do,” Bran agreed, and Jamie’s eyes went wide.

“You do?”

“Yeah, we made the mistake of trying it once.” Bran wrinkled his nose. “Gritty, fake sweet with a heavy undertone of motor oil.” Both he and Silas shuddered. Never again.

“Oh. Oh, NASTY.” Jamie shook his head. “No. Yuck. Seriously, yuck.”

“Yeah.” Silas made another face and grabbed another fingerful of the cake, as if that would wipe the memory of the edible glitter taste out of his mouth.

Bran opted for tilting Jamie’s chin up and taking a kiss, his tongue lingering inside Jamie’s mouth for a moment.

“I think we should talk about spanking before we go ahead and demolish the cake,” he suggested. He knew between Silas and Jamie, there would be sex after—or perhaps during—eating the cake.

“O-okay. What should we talk about?”

Silas fielded this one. “Well, we want to explore spanking with you—among other things—but you seemed to have reservations? Concerns? Questions? That’s it—you have questions.”

“I’m nervous. It feels so itchy? Is that fair?”

“Any way you feel is fair—it’s how you feel.” Bran kissed the top of Jamie’s head. “All your feelings are valid. No matter what the situation is.”

“Maybe we should just try it and see what you think,” Silas suggested. “Then you’d have a better idea of how it feels—how it makes you feel.”

“That’s a good idea, love. I can tell you, Jamie, that the thought of my hand and your ass connecting until both are warmed up turns me on.” Bran threw that out there, to let Jamie know this wasn’t just a punishment thing. Spankings could be a damn lot of fun.

“Yeah? I mean, it’s not… there’s not anger in it, right?”

“No, not at all. We enjoy hitting, we enjoy whipping and spanking and all sorts, but not in anger. Never in anger. Even when it’s a punishment—no, especially if it’s a punishment.”

“I don’t want you guys angry at me.”

“We don’t want to be angry with you, either, boy. We just want to love on you, to make you feel good.”

Jamie nodded and moved up onto Bran’s lap, so trusting.

He wrapped his arms around their boy and kissed the top of his head. “Would you like to try the spanking? Not necessarily tonight, but soon?”

“I’ll try it. You’ll stop if I need you to.”

“All you have to do is say glitter and everything stops. We promise.”

Silas nodded in agreement with him.

Jamie cuddled into Bran, fingers twined with Silas’s. “Want some more cake?”

“I’ll take a bite or two—but this here, the three of us in bed together? It’s sweeter than any cake.”

“You are such a softie,” Silas accused.

Bran wasn’t insulted at all—when it came to his men, he totally was.

Jamie poked his belly, tickling gently. “Not soft here.”

Oh, that made him feel like a stud, and Bran tightened his abs so when Jamie poked again, his muscles were good and hard.

Jamie chuckled at him, stole a kiss. Humming, he kept it going, tongue sweeping through Jamie’s mouth. He could taste the sweetness of the cake on his boy’s tongue. His boy was hard against his belly, beginning to rock. Sweet needy boy.

He hummed and slid a hand along Jamie’s back until it reached the pert ass. He wrapped his hand around it.

He could hear Silas moving the plate, setting the cake on the bedside table and then Silas’s hand slid over his and over Jamie’s ass.

Silas started by tapping—gentle little sensations meant to make Jamie’s skin wake up. It wasn’t long before their boy responded, moaning and rocking back into Silas’s touch.

He gave Jamie another long kiss in reward, marrying the pleasure to the slowly growing spanking.

He’d known Jamie would love this—their boy was delicious. Eager to experience things. Loving.

He added his own taps, alternating with Silas, each of them taking their own cheek and working it. Still gently, but gradually increasing the strength of their blows.

Jamie whimpered softly, leaning hard into him.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered into Jamie’s ear.

“We both do,” Silas added, and Bran smiled. They both did, it was so true.

“My heart is beating so fast,” their boy whispered.

“Your excitement is intoxicating.” He smacked Jamie’s ass a little harder—a true spanking this time, feeling the way the long, hard cock jerked against him.

Silas’s lips brushed Jamie’s ear. “Next time, we’ll put you over Bran’s lap, your cock between his thighs. You can beg your daddies to let you come.”

Jamie’s cry was perfect.

Bran’s own cock was full, dripping against Jamie’s skin as their boy rocked against him with each spank. It was intoxicating. No, it was better than that because they weren’t just taking care of this boy and teaching him about himself for his forever Daddy. They were the forever Daddies this time.

“We promise to take care of you, to discipline you, to love you, to push you to the edge and hold you.”

“For always,” he added to Silas’s words. “You are ours, but we are yours. Both of us belong to you and you alone.”

“Yours.” Jamie pushed up and kissed him, hard, tongue sliding in to taste him.

He opened up, letting Jamie in deeper. He didn’t stop spanking, though, staying in sync with Silas’s swats.

“Please…” Jamie was hard and leaking for him.

“Please what, boy?” He wanted to hear it, wanted Jamie to acknowledge his own need, his need for his Daddies.

“Help me?” he begged.

“We are,” Silas insisted.

“We so are,” Bran agreed.

Jamie sobbed softly and nodded. “Thank you…”

“We have you.” They said it together, he and his Silas.

“You need more,” Silas added, nodding at him.

They increased the speed of their swats, the strength, and his hand was growing hotter and hotter.

“I don’t know what to do!” Jamie cried out.

Bran looked into Jamie’s eyes. “Just feel, boy. That’s all you have to do because we have you.”

Jamie began to sob, eyes rolling back, lips parted.

Bran dove in for a kiss, willing their boy to let go, to give them his worries and his need and to just fly.

Heat sprayed between them, and Jamie sobbed into his kiss.

He turned his swats into rubbing, and Silas followed suit, and he continued to devour Jamie’s mouth, pulling him in. “Such a good, good boy,” he murmured.

“Ours. Our good boy.”

Their lips parted, and he licked at Jamie’s lower lip. Then he backed off, giving Silas a chance to lick and kiss as well. He watched, enjoying the sight.

Jamie was boneless and moaning, eyes closed.

“We’ve got you,” he murmured again and again. “You’re good. You’re so good, and we have you.”

“I want to be good.”

Silas nodded. “Of course, sweet boy. Of course you do.”

Bran nodded and kissed Jamie again, still rubbing the hot ass, letting Jamie feel the burn, letting it sink in.

Jamie had been sobbing softly, but he relaxed, humming low, letting them in.

He looked over at Silas and smiled, his lover smiling back at him. They had their boy between them, and at this moment, everything was right in the world.