Chapter 11

Tate

Dean was so fucking sexy when he finally let go.

Joel was sexy as hell as he floated in subspace, barely smiling as I came on his face, but Dean had just whipped it out and one squeeze was all it had taken to have him firing off, cum flooding our hands.

He looked like his brain was just as fried as Joel's but for completely different reasons. Dean was blinking and breathing but there wasn't a thought in his head judging by the way he'd gone boneless.

Luckily for them, they had a Master who could multitask.

And luckily for me, I had a dirty boy who'd pushed through the fog just enough to start licking the cum off his lips.

"You were such a good cockwarmer, slut." My softly whispered words got a smile as I stroked his head. "But you're definitely going to need a shower."

Joel barely giggled as he closed his eyes again. "Good…"

That wasn't as much to go on as he'd thought it should be, so I just let him go back to floating and tried to discreetly study Dean to make sure his worries weren't shifting into overdrive. So far we were fine, but it wasn't until he moved his hand from his dick to his thigh and then just tipped over against me that I knew we'd be alright.

For the time being, at least.

With the way his brain worked, I wouldn't bet on how long the calm lasted…especially with the way Joel kept licking his lips.

I was pretty sure I knew what he wanted, so I gently trailed one finger through the cum on his face before painting it over his lips.

Bingo.

Joel's tongue flicked out and he made a happy sound like I was feeding him ice cream, so I knew I'd gotten his needs right, but Dean had stopped breathing.

Thankfully, our cute nut was still completely out of it and his only response was to stick his tongue out for more. The silly way he begged to feel even naughtier had Dean letting out a slow breath.

Had the cuteness pushed through whatever thoughts had shocked him?

Did knowing what Joel needed make him feel better about it?

I couldn't ask without disturbing Joel, so I made the choice to ignore it for the time being. I hated not being able to give them both what they needed, but I knew Dean would've done the same thing in my place. He instinctively put Joel first and that wouldn't change just because he was surprised.

And we'd all gone over the importance of safewording, so his silence said a lot.

I'd have appreciated a bit more to go on, though. All I could do as he mulled over what had happened was to keep teasing Joel with my cum and rub my cheek against Dean's head. Part of me wanted to shift around so I could give him a hug, but I wasn't sure moving was a good idea.

Eventually Dean was going to realize my hand was still on his soft dick and startling him with it seemed unhelpful at the very least.

So we sat there in silence, with Dean leaning into me, almost cuddling me, and me petting Joel as I kept my floaty sub blissed out and feeling naughty.

Then Dean moved.

His brain came back online and it'd figured out something because his breathing had become weirdly even. Dean was doing his best to seem very relaxed as he looked down at his lap and brought his attention back to his dick and my hand.

I wasn't even going to pretend to know what he was thinking but I managed not to react when he reached over and wrapped his fingers around my wrist. I was definitely a badass Dom, and I got even more incredible when I stayed relaxed as he took my cum-slicked fingers and brought them to Joel's mouth.

Okay, we'd gotten to the point where I knew what he was thinking.

Hopefully.

Joel was barely surfacing and just smiled as he flicked his tongue out and hummed as he tasted my fingers. Then one eye peeked open and he made a curious sound. "Dean?"

His brain was slowly coming back to life, and it seemed like some things were easier to process than others.

"Yes, Dean wanted to share with you too." My answer had Dean forgetting to breathe again, but Joel smiled up at both of us. "Come here, slut. We need cuddles from our boy."

Well, I was pretty sure Joel could use cuddles and I had a feeling they'd make Dean feel more confident, so there didn't seem to be a downside. I was curious to see what Dean would do, though, but as Joel slowly climbed up on our laps like he was wading through mud, Dean's breathing went back to normal and he tucked his dick back in his shorts.

Not bad.

No one was going to pass out and we'd all gotten to come at least once.

"I…I was…" Joel's sentence wandered away from him as he settled half on my lap and half on Dean's. "Very."

Nodding to himself, he didn't seem to realize he hadn't finished the sentence. He just smiled and rubbed my chest before reaching out to pat Dean's arm. "Very."

That seemed to say a lot to Joel, but it just made Dean smile.

I'd reached the point where I didn't know what to do or what to say, so I focused on holding Joel and rubbing Dean's head and shoulder with mine. It didn't feel like enough but they seemed happy, so I tried to cut myself some slack.

It didn't work.

I still felt like there was more productive shit I should be doing but I didn't want to ruin the mood for them.

How did other Doms do it?

How did they know what to do next?

I didn't have good answers but after a few minutes of quiet snuggling, Joel surfaced more and solved the problem for me. "You can get me water now. I'm awake. But I want juice, not water."

Someone online had clearly told him that he needed to be given water after a scene.

"I think juice sounds like a wonderful idea." Before I could decide how to get it for him, Dean leaned over and kissed Joel's cheek.

"I'll get it but you've got to move your butt. I'm kinda stuck." Dean's very accurate admission got a giggle from Joel. "That was your plan, huh?"

Pretending to glare at Joel as he snickered, Dean did his best to look like a frustrated Dom. "You thought I'd escape if you didn't pin me down?"

Joel didn't see the point in lying to him. "Yes, and I was right, but now you seem okay and I'm thirsty, so you have to come back."

He had a good point.

Even Dean sighed. "You're such a brat."

"But I'm a smart one." Lifting his legs off Dean, Joel wiggled his way completely onto my lap and curled into me the best he could. "I got what I wanted and I was sexy and now you're bringing me a drink."

He was definitely the smart one even if he was slightly interesting.

"Well, what does my smart slut think about being a cockwarmer?" Personally, I was on the let's do this again side, but I was going to do my best not to influence Joel.

He liked to be the one to manipulate Dean but he was kind of easy to manipulate too. All I'd have to do was tell him how amazing he was at it and how great he'd done and he'd do it again. Joel sucked up praise like a sponge.

But his sexy, pleased sound and his little wiggle said I didn't have anything to worry about. "I found subspace just like they said I would."

They had to be his internet friends, but I decided not to ask. We might actually kill Dean if Joel had to confess about talking to anyone else about his penis and his desire to explore submission.

"Did you like it? Subspace, I mean." I thought I knew the answer to that but I was glad when he nodded and made another happy wiggle. "What did you think of being a cockwarmer? You can like subspace and want that part again without wanting to do the rest."

I thought that should be obvious but I wanted to double-check and make sure we were all on the same page.

"Hmm. I liked the cockwarmer part. That wasn't bad at all, but I liked the way you were talking about me and using me and petting me better than just holding your dick in my mouth." Joel kissed my cheek and started petting my chest again, not realizing at all that Dean was now staring at us very confused from the kitchen.

"Having you both talk about me like I wasn't there was…it was just…wow. I need to figure out where that was on my list." His response had me trying not to laugh. "Ignoring me isn't sexy. We know that. It makes me very uncomfortable. But ignoring me with a dick in my mouth was amazing. How do we put that on my list?"

There was a word but his excitement and just the way he'd explained it was too distracting for me to be helpful.

"Um, let's call it being furniture for now and we'll figure out the real word later." Dean finally snapped back to the real world and came back to the living room. "There are kink words for everything."

Sitting up, Joel nodded and reached for his glass as Dean came closer. "Sit. Sit. My feet need you."

That was the most ridiculous reason for Dean to sit down that I'd ever heard, but Dean must've wanted a reason to get more cuddles because he took it without question. "Just don't spill your juice wigging around."

He settled back in his place so quickly I had a feeling that cuddles were going to be safe from overthinking very soon. "You don't need to get any stickier."

Wow.

Someone was feeling confident.

Must've been feeding his cum to our naughty boy.

Joel's laughter made Dean grin and I could see a blush starting to form, but Joel was more interested in his drink than making Dean squirm. As I thanked every deity I could think of that Joel was distracted for a few minutes, he drank his juice and made sexy, happy sounds that had my dick very confused.

Between the sound effects and the wiggling, it couldn't decide what was going on. I was hoping Joel would stay distracted longer and wouldn't notice but he did. I got a cheeky grin and he raised one eyebrow as he finished and rested the cup on his lap. "Why are you getting hard again?"

Sometimes he asked interesting questions.

Before I could answer, though, he kept chattering. "Did I do a bad job and you need to come again? Did I do a really good job and you want more? Are you thinking about doing something else to me? Is one orgasm not enough for you?"

"You did a wonderful job." Dean's anxiety spiked high at that question and he leaned closer to wrap his arm around Joel without realizing what he'd done. "Tate loved it."

They were adorable.

"You did a wonderful job, but you're wiggling on my dick and you were making sexy fuck-me sounds while you were drinking your juice." Letting my expression go more serious, I glared at the giggling nut. "Now, apologize for making Dean worry and tell him that you know you're a wonderfully naughty cockwarmer."

He made me say the craziest things.

"I'm sorry, Dean." Joel leaned over and kissed his cheek, doing his best to look adorable. "I was just teasing Tate. His cock keeps jerking under my bottom."

Dean just blinked as his brain reset.

Eventually we were going to break it, but for the time being it booted up again. "I'm glad you were only teasing. I just worried first and realized that second."

Joel loved that answer and nearly threw himself at Dean. "Because I'm important to you. That's so sweet."

He might've had a point.

"Let's not worry him into getting an ulcer, though." Giving them both quick kisses, I chuckled as Dean blushed. "Even if he's cute when he does it."

Joel's giggles made Dean sigh, but he didn't give us any pushback on the cute part. "Yes, Master Tate."

That was more teasing than a serious title, so I snorted. "Cheeky brat."

Joel nodded but his laughter had him nearly sliding off my lap before I caught him. He gave me another cheek kiss, not worried at all. "You'll just have to find interesting ways of controlling me."

He was entirely too excited about that idea.

"I'm not sure challenging his imagination is a good idea." Dean was definitely the thinker of the two. "How about you wait on that until after you see what else he comes up with on his own first?"

Joel was attempting to look innocent, but the way he was wiggling his ass over my dick made it completely unbelievable. "You're so smart."

Dean rolled his eyes but he leaned in so Joel could give him another kiss too. "Brat."

Yep.

He was an interesting one, though.

Juice seemed to have recharged his curious brain because he stopped flirting like a switch had been flicked and sat up straight, looking between us. "What do BDSM partners do?"

Huh?

Dean looked just as confused as I felt, but luckily for both of us, Joel kept going. "I know what dates do together. They have dinner and stare at each other until someone gives in and talks about themselves. I know what married people do. They have sex and play board games when they're not running errands."

His family was so weird.

"But what do BDSM partners do?" Still glancing between us, he frowned. "Do they just have sex and do scenes or do they do the whole stare and eat thing too?"

What the fuck had he been doing on dates?