Chapter 10

Dean

"I like telling you what to do, so it's not a problem."

Joel's ridiculous response had Tate growling. Just hearing them flirt and tease made me hard, but that sound was amazing, and whatever Tate did next to make Joel giggle made it even worse.

"Brat." Something about Tate's sexy voice made me picture him nibbling on Joel's neck. "We'll see who's going to be giving the orders."

Tate.

There was no doubt in my mind about that.

I might get there eventually, but it came naturally to him. Tate didn't even have to think about it. He just took in what was happening and started giving orders.

Thinking back, that might've been the reason it'd been hard for him to live with Joel the first semester. Joel hadn't given Tate anything to work with and he had no idea what to do with the shy introvert we were sharing a room with.

But now he knew exactly what to do with Joel…and me.

That was too weird to think about, though, so I was going to focus on Tate and whatever he was going to do with Joel.

Thinking about Joel and Tate probably should've been weird too, but it wasn't. No, they were something else entirely, but besides erotic, I wasn't sure I could define it.

Even when they came out of the bathroom with Joel nearly bouncing, all I could think about was how happy he was and how sexy Tate looked. Whatever his plan was, he was enjoying thinking about it and he'd been enjoying teasing Joel.

"All clean." Joel did a little twirl and almost killed himself tripping over a chair. "All cute. All ready to help my Master orgasm."

All nuts too.

"I'm sure he's going to appreciate that." It was a stupid response but it made Joel giggle.

"I get to find out how he's going to use me now." Smiling ear to ear, Joel bounced up to me and offered up his cheek. "I get kisses now that we're not just roommates."

"Is that one of the rules your mother explained?" Tate's question made me fight off a smile as I leaned down and kissed Joel's cheek. "We're going to have to get a list of those."

Joel nodded, treating the whole thing completely seriously. "I'll make sure I write as much down as I can remember."

His family was unique, so I could only wonder what their relationship advice looked like. But a tiny voice in the back of my head pointed out that his parents seemed happy, and with the way Joel took after them, it might actually help us make him happy.

But either way, Joel decided we were done with that fun conversation and twirled around again. "Use me, Master. I'm ready to relax completely and focus on just you."

He was so ready his dick was making a valiant effort to get hard again…which made my dick try to compete with his and it made Tate take his and give it a slow jerk.

"I'm glad." Tate's grin was wicked and got a shiver from Joel. "But I want you to remember that this isn't about suffering for me and I'm not going to get off on randomly making you uncomfortable. So after you try to relax for me, you're going to tell me if you're just uncomfortable or it's not doing anything for you."

I wasn't completely sure what Tate meant, but Joel didn't have that problem. He nodded excitedly and looked like he'd have promised Tate the moon. "Yes, Master. I'm not supposed to suffer with you knowing about it because that isn't what this scene is about. You want me to find subspace so you can enjoy me submitting."

Oh.

Wait.

Tate chuckled. "We're going to work on your habit of rewriting what I said, slut."

Okay, so I'd heard that right.

"I don't know what you mean, Sir." Joel aimed wide eyes at Tate, but as he turned around, I saw him cross his fingers behind his back. "I just want to be the best slut ever for you."

He was such a brat.

The way Tate's eyes were sparkling said he was thinking something along the same lines. "I'm glad you want to be a good slut for me."

The way we let Joel get away with being a brat was the only reason he was a brat…but it seemed like Tate was just going to ignore that fact.

"I will." Joel decided he needed to look cuter or be more distracting because he bounced back to Tate, making sure to make his dick jump with every step. "I'm also going to do my best to make you happy."

I couldn't help rolling my eyes, but Tate soaked it up. He cupped Joel's cheek and even rubbed his thumb over Joel's lower lip. "I'm going to have a lot of fun using you."

How he made that sound romantic I'd never know, but Joel sighed and leaned into his touch, so I knew it wasn't just me who'd imagined how it'd sounded. "Thank you."

I wasn't sure that was the right response but I couldn't figure out a better one, so I pushed it to the back of my brain.

"Come on, slut." Tate stopped petting him and reached down to take Joel's hand. "Let's get you comfortable."

So he could…?

Oh.

Some of it clicked into place as Tate set a pillow on the floor right in front of the couch, and I knew I wasn't too far off when Joel sighed and licked his lips. "Thank you, Sir."

So Joel's mouth was definitely getting used, but the bits and pieces that Tate had teased him with didn't add up to blow job. They were too distracting for me to have quoted the conversation but words like relaxed and subspace had definitely been thrown around.

"Come sit down with me." Tate's words slowly worked their way through my distracted brain. "You can keep me company."

Huh?

Blinking, I realized that Joel had settled himself comfortably on the floor, looking like an eager pup and was waiting to get his mouth on his prize.

Tate's dick.

Wondering how my life had gotten so crazy so quickly, I started walking closer before I'd realized my feet were moving. "I…company?"

I was so articulate.

Tate pretended like he hadn't noticed, though. "Yes, we're going to relax."

Relax?

Sitting down beside him on the couch wasn't as awkward as I'd expected, even when he put his arm over my shoulder and slouched back on the couch. "Yes, you're going to keep me company while Joel keeps my dick nice and warm."

My brain was either slower than Joel's or he'd just read more BDSM stuff online than I had because it took him less than a second for his eyes to go wide. "I'm going to be your cockwarmer?"

I'd caught up to what was going to happen right as he sighed out the question, but I didn't have to look smart since it wasn't my scene. All I had to do was to look quiet and not shocked, and I was pretty sure I managed to do that since neither of them gave me a weird look when Tate nodded. "You are. But do you remember what I said?"

Joel's head bobbed but his eyes stayed glued to Tate's dick. "Yes, I'm not supposed to suffer without telling you and I'm going to relax and I even remember our safewords."

That seemed to be the highlights, so I wasn't surprised when Tate reached out and wrapped a hand around Joel's head. "Good boy. That's right."

Nearly melting again, Joel whimpered as he leaned in and let Tate position him with his head high on Tate's thigh. "I'll be a good cockwarmer, Sir."

Tate made a low, approving sound as he fed his dick into Joel's mouth like he'd been doing it for years. "You'll be a good cockwarmer as long as you try to relax and focus on holding my dick in your pretty cocksucking lips."

That got a soft whimper from Joel as he closed his eyes, and even without words, I knew he thought it was wonderfully romantic. Tate wasn't focused on that, though. His brain was still thinking about the practical side, which was probably a good idea. "You're going to hold me until I decide to fuck your mouth. But don't worry, I'm not going to test that gag reflex this time."

He'd do that next time?

My brain was wonderfully helpful and for some reason could easily fill in an image of Joel gagging helplessly around Tate's erection but that was probably because I had such a clear image of what it would look like right in front of me.

And the way Joel's eyes filled with eagerness hadn't hurt.

Tate didn't miss it either.

I could see his dick jerk between Joel's lips as he moaned softly. But instead of fucking Joel's mouth, he let out a breath and gently petted our sub's head. "You're going to love that, but don't worry, I won't forget."

He wasn't going to let the idea tempt him at the moment, though.

Tate simply continued to run his hand over Joel's head and make soft, soothing sounds. "That's right. You're just holding my dick and being a good cockwarmer. Close your eyes and simply relax. I want you to find the right position so you can hold it for as long as you need and then I want you to think about yourself as a piece of furniture that's being used."

Fuck.

I couldn't help the way my dick got harder and tented the front of my shorts. It was obvious that I'd followed Tate's order and wasn't wearing anything under them. Part of me hoped he'd ignore it, but Tate never let me take the easy way out.

A bigger part was glad when his arm came from around my shoulders and stretched out over my lap so he could play with my erection. "I see you approve."

He was such a dick sometimes.

But I'd point that out later when he wasn't rubbing my dick through the soft material of my shorts.

"Do you like the idea of him being furniture or is it the whole thing that you're enjoying?" His casual tone might've been what made it easier to ignore how awkward the situation should've been, but that didn't mean it was easy to respond to him.

"Both definitely but…but Joel's clearly got a kink for being used and I think he'd like that." His quiet moan and the way he closed his eyes said I wasn't wrong. "And…and it seems like a very active way of making him still, if that makes any sense."

Joel wiggled.

He was never still and even his brain seemed to always be twitching, but he wasn't struggling with being Tate's cockwarmer nearly as much as I'd thought he'd be.

Tate nodded as he kept absentmindedly running his hand over his cockwarmer's head in an almost hypnotic way as he worked both of us in tandem. "No, I get it. I think there are a lot of ways we can use him that will force his body to relax."

"Well, parts of his body." My smart-ass response got a chuckle from Tate and the sexy sound had Joel's hips rocking.

"Very true." Tate's almost detached tone got a whimper from Joel but the game seemed to be to ignore the sounds the furniture made. "I think an interesting activity would be to give him a plug or toy that would make it harder for him to relax. I just can't decide if that would be a punishment or a torturous reward."

Was both an option?

"Well, from what he said about his views on spankings that might depend on if he gets to come or not at the end?" Thinking about it as much as I could with Tate's hand on my dick and the sexy view in front of me, I swallowed and tried not to moan. "He…he put denial as acceptable on his list but there was an asterisk."

Only Joel could make filling out a limits list that complicated.

"Yes." Tate made a soft, curious sound as he nodded, but the way he was watching Joel made it clear how turned on he was. "We need to ask a few more questions when he's not busy."

I wasn't sure if it was a massive understatement or just a play on words but it had me fighting not to laugh. "Yes, he's occupied with other things at the moment."

Something about us talking around him like that had a shiver going through him, but he became even more relaxed afterward. My questions had questions, but he seemed to find the conversation or just being used…calming?

I wasn't sure what the word was right off the bat, but as he continued to settle into place and got an almost peaceful expression, I realized he was at least getting close to subspace.

From being used?

From being a good cockwarmer?

From being seen as furniture?

From being ignored?

All of the above?

Once I figured out how to ask questions without feeling embarrassed or stupid, I was going to quiz both of them and figure out what they'd liked about the scene.

Well, besides Tate obviously enjoying having his dick in Joel's mouth and just fucking with me.

God, his touch was so soft he was making me crazy…and it only got worse as he rambled on about ways we could use Joel and how the rest of the day would look. But when he started gently teasing the head of my dick as he talked about what we should have for dinner, I realized something important.

Tate's kink was fucking with us.

That was why he was so open to trying new things and was ready to jump into something unexpected. It was an opportunity for more fuckery. Fuckery that made everyone hard and ended up with Joel on his knees with his lips wrapped around Tate's hard cock.

It was impossible to feel anxious about it, though.

Tate was having the time of his life making both of us insane. Joel was completely blissed out and didn't even seem to be operating in the real world. And I was so hard I was starting to wonder how embarrassed I would be if I just whipped out my dick and orgasmed right there.

When I decided it probably wouldn't be heart attack inducing, my brain started looking for ways I could orgasm and playing the scenes over and over in my head. It was all so distracting that it took me entirely too long to realize that Tate had started rocking Joel's head back and forth, finally using him to get off.

Yep, that was the point where I forgot all the reasons I'd be embarrassed later.

Somehow my hand pushed my shorts down and then Tate's hand was just there. His grip finally tightened as he rocked his hand in time with the way he was using Joel's mouth to jerk himself off. There was no other way to describe it and that just made it even more erotic.

I couldn't take my eyes off Tate's dick and Joel's blissed-out face and soft-looking lips, so I knew the moment Tate couldn't take it any longer. As his dick throbbed and he finally moaned, he jerked it out of Joel's mouth and shot cum along Joel's face.

Fuck.

That was…

They were…

I was…