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Chapter 4

Dean

"Oh god. Something died in my mouth." And possibly in my head and in my stomach. "What did we do?"

I never woke up feeling like this.

I never woke up with someone in my bed either.

Wait.

I never woke up on the floor with someone using me as a pillow.

Shit.

Joel's giggles said he realized I'd finally started remembering what we'd done. "Good morning. Someone needs to feed me."

"Because you're too cute to make breakfast?" Tate seemed to think that was a reasonable question based on his laid-back tone but it made Joel laugh again.

He was still naked.

"Yes." The pillow under my head moved, making me realize how close the giggling had sounded. "But I'm growing less cute by the second because Dean wiggles."

Oops.

Wait.

If Joel was my pillow, then I was Tate's pillow.

Deciding to just brave it and pretend to be fine, I lifted my head and opened my eyes. Yep, he was using my thigh as his pillow, but the good part…or just the less stressful part was that I had pants on. So my erection was slightly more discreet than Joel's.

Tate must've sensed my movement or just me looking at him because he turned his head and peeked up at me. "I wiggle too."

Yep.

And his wiggles had his cheek resting on my erection, so I was stuck trying to decide if I was going to brazen it out and play stupid or just panic.

I was leaning toward panic.

"What did we promise before we got serious about even talking about BDSM?" Tate's sternly delivered question had me sighing and Joel perking up cheerfully.

I was going to use the opportunity to practice playing dumb, but Joel didn't see the point since he was basically the BDSM version of a teacher's pet. "That we weren't allowed to get weird about it, and even if we thought something was stupid, we couldn't say that. We're nice to each other even if we're confused and it's strange."

I really wished he was paraphrasing…he was not.

The worst part was that we'd made that rambling rule sober.

"I'm not being weird." Not yet anyway. "And he's too turned on to be weird about anything."

Joel's giggle had Tate trying not to smile, but it was easier for him to slide back into Dom mode when his gaze dropped back to me. "You're thinking about it, though."

Maybe.

I wasn't going to tell him that, but it was taking me too long to figure out a reasonable response. Tate decided to take advantage of that and smiled at Joel. "I bet you're remembering how good it felt when Dean wrapped his lips around your little cutie."

Fucker.

Joel nearly squealed. "Yes. He said I was cute and he swallowed my cum and I got kind of a blow job. I'm so excited to check that off my list. I can check that off my list, right? Lips on dick. That counts."

God.

"Of course it does." Settling back on his lap and pretending his dick wasn't poking my ear, I turned and looked up at Joel. He was wiggling so he could sit up against the couch and it made his dick try to fuck my ear.

I did a badass job of ignoring it but my dick was not so badass…it was a kinky fucker who thought it was hot.

"But we're going to make sure you get another one that's even better so there will be no question about it." His cuteness was going to get me into trouble and his giggles said he knew it.

He was such a manipulative brat.

"I'm glad you're not worried about what happened." Finally upright, Joel gave me a beaming smile and petted my head. "I was kind of worried it would get awkward but it didn't and we had so much fun, didn't we?"

He was probably playing me again.

Tate's snicker said the brat was playing me again.

Joel was just really good at playing me, so I just gave up. "We did."

It could've been his smile or sparkling eyes or the way he flirted with me without realizing it or the way he flirted with me intentionally when he was trying to get out of doing the dishes…yeah, there were a lot of ways I was fucked, but he was so happy when he got one over on me that I couldn't feel bad about it.

"And we can't be weird about having fun." Joel shrugged like there was nothing he could do about that. "But we can talk about the parts we liked and what we want to explore next time."

Ugh.

I closed my eyes and tried to decide if I could will myself into a coma.

"That's right." Tate was unhelpfully cheerful in that aspect. "We're going to talk about our favorite parts and what we thought about the things we talked about. Like Joel explaining he thought he was a sub and that Dean's a drama queen switch."

"Hey." Damn it. He made me open my eyes. "I'm not dramatic. This is just a lot to take in."

They both just looked at me and sighed. "It is."

Patting my head, Joel tried to look understanding, but it just felt like he thought I was nuts. "I know. It's a big change but we're big boys and we can do it."

He was not always a full adult.

Turning to Tate, I decided to focus on Joel and not me. "You realize he's not a full boring adult most of the time, right? I'm an adult and a boring one. You're an adult and a not-boring one. He's just…he's a cute sub and something else."

Tate's grin was wicked and excited. "I know. I can't wait to figure what his something else is."

They'd both lost their minds.

"Oh, what do you think my something else is?" Joel was nearly clapping his hands he was so eager to figure it out…probably because he was assuming it meant he'd get to come again. "What are my options?"

Ugh.

That was a Tate question.

He was still radiating naughty, but he took the strange question seriously. "Well, in the building we have pups and littles. Bug guy has to be something too. He's not boring enough to be as vanilla as he's claiming. Oh, and I think someone in the next building over is a pony because I've heard some interesting rumors."

Joel's eyes got wide. "That sounds fascinating."

"Which one?" I wasn't sure I should just start randomly guessing.

"All of it." Patting my head again, he leaned over and gave me a quick peck. "And the gossip too. I didn't hear that story."

He'd kissed me again.

"Wouldn't I be so cute with a tail? Either kind." Joel seemed to think it was a reasonable question, but I was kind of stuck on the kiss and the fact that those would be two very different kinds of tails.

"Do you want to try out being something like a pup or do you just want a tail?" Tate was thankfully thinking along the same lines, but he surprised me as he sat up and gave me a quick peck before leaning over me and giving Joel a longer one.

With tongue.

"Hey." Shit. "Never mind."

They both stared down at me smiling, so I closed my eyes again. If I couldn't hide, I was at least going to pretend to.

"Oh, do I have a jealous boy?" Tate should've sounded like a dick as he dropped his voice and did something to sound more dominant, but unfortunately, he didn't.

He sounded tempting.

I was smart enough to keep my eyes closed and even managed not to do anything else stupid, but that didn't stop them from tormenting me.

"It's going to be important for us to remember that everyone's needs will be different and that's okay." Joel's helpful Kink 101 lecture was making it really hard not to peek. "Sometimes I might need to be used like a slut and Dean might just want to cuddle. There's nothing wrong with that."

Part of me wanted to nod but a bigger part started cataloging all the assumptions he was making in that one short span.

Had we moved from exploring kink to being…

Nope.

I had enough on my plate without looking for more.

"That's right, and communication is going to be key." Two hands were now petting my head as Tate played co-instructor for the class. "And while Dean may not have explained what he wanted in the best way, he was very clear. What do you think he wanted?"

"Tongue." Giggling, Joel thought the answer was hilarious. "He wanted a bigger kiss, Master."

"I think so too." Tate shifted but I wasn't sure what he was doing until I felt his breath on my lips. "Let's experiment again and see if we're right."

Fuck.

That time his mouth lingered on mine, barely brushing against me as I froze and nearly forgot to breathe. The soft way he kissed me didn't get the air flowing again, but when his teeth nibbled on my lower lip, I sucked in a breath.

Tate chuckled and slipped his tongue in my mouth, deepening the kiss before I could shut down again. I couldn't help moaning as he slowly made love to my mouth and it felt weird for a moment until Joel went back to stroking his hand over my head and sighed. "You look so good together. I'm so glad you're getting your kiss. Now I don't have to worry."

He was so fucking manipulative.

Tate chuckled, obviously pleased with something, and his sexy sound made me realize I'd started kissing him back.

Fuck it all.

He pulled back from the kiss just long enough to make me insane. "Such a cute sucker for our boy."

Okay, insane and even more turned on.

Our boy?

What were we doing?

Besides kissing.

And ear fucking.

And stroking my chest.

Moaning just couldn't be helped, and the way Tate fucked my mouth deeper every time I did it was giving me stupidly crazy positive reinforcement.

They were going to be really bad for my sanity…and my self-restraint.

When Tate finally eased back, barely brushing his lips against me one last time before he straightened, I eventually admitted defeat and opened my eyes all the way. He was looking right into them, almost smiling but still looking more serious than he usually did. "I have to admit, the jealous part was hot, but we're going to ask for what we want, aren't we?"

Well fuck.

He was being a good Dom.

"I…if we're going to be admitting things, this might be the part where I tell you that the voices in my head are kind of conflicted. I…I'm not always going to be good at doing the right thing." Whatever that looked like.

"Then we're going to have to come up with consequences for when you're a brat, or worse, uncommunicative." Tate had the stern Dom look down pat but Joel couldn't help lightening the mood.

"You're sexy when you use big words." He leaned over and grinned as he kissed Tate's cheek. "I like communicating. Do I get rewards for it?"

Cheeky brat.

I owed him for distracting Tate before our curious new Master could decide what he thought consequences looked like.

"What kind of rewards do you want?" Tate obviously let us change the subject but it kind of made me feel guilty instead of happy.

I needed to find the Dom side that Joel said he thought I had or my sub side was going to give me an ulcer.

"Oh." Joel lit up again and did a full-body wiggle that had his erection rubbing my ear again. "Orgasms or special blow jobs or special cuddles or butt pats and you tell me that I'm a good boy, oh, or fancy kisses or special attention."

He liked being special…got it. I had questions about several things on his list, but I wasn't sure I wanted to know what fancy kisses were just yet.

Tate's grin said he was curious, but thankfully, I was saved by Joel's stomach rumbling. "Oh, or a special snack...or dessert."

Chuckling, Tate nodded. "I think those are very reasonable."

How?

Did he know what fancy kisses were?

Should I look that up online?

"Alright, first question. Does anyone have an idea for breakfast?" Tate didn't seem surprised when we shook our heads. "Second question is for our resident worrier. Dean, if I let you shower by yourself are you going to end up more nuts than you are right now?"

He was a pain in the ass.

"Yes." I probably should've lied but it didn't occur to me until after I'd already answered. "Um, no?"

Tate rolled his eyes. "You don't lie well enough to get away with it."

"I lie just fine." Didn't I?

His snort said he would disagree with me. "Joel lies better."

"Hey." I was pretty sure I was offended by that, but Joel just giggled.

Tate ignored my indignation and turned his attention back to Joel. "Do you want to forage for breakfast or shower with Dean in the tomb?"

When I was a real adult with a full-time job and the ability to actually pay rent somewhere, my first place was going to have a badass shower.

"That's hard." Joel sighed and looked down. "I want to shower with Dean but I keep banging my elbow when I pretend someone else is in there with me. I don't think my arm would survive my imaginary sex partner being real."

He was imagining having sex with someone in the shower?

Did he have an imaginary friend?

Was he having sex with his imaginary friend?

If someone had sex with their imaginary friend, were they still a virgin since another full-bodied human wasn't involved?

Tate was quiet and blinked a few times, so I had a feeling his brain had stumbled over something too. "Okay, then you're going to be in charge of breakfast, but since you don't get shower fun, how about I promise you fancy kisses later?"

So he knew what fancy kisses were?

"Yes." Joel would've thrown himself at Tate, but I was still kind of on his lap. "Oops."

Nearly killing us both, Joel flopped back against the couch. "Shoot."

Tate laughed but leaned over and gave the nut a kiss. "No hurting my sub. That's my job."

"Oh." Joel's brain seemed to have exploded with just that one line and his entire body melted…well except for one excitable part. "Really?"

Tate smiled but there was something else in it besides just finding Joel cute. Joel was always cute, so I knew I was missing something. "Of course, especially now that we're sober and communicating and I can clearly see how excited you are."

My ear could see it too.

Looking down at his cock made Joel giggle and he reached between us to grab his cock and wiggle it against my ear, sending the weirdest shivers through me. "He's saying good morning, so you have to say good morning back."

We needed a rule that I got coffee before I had to figure out how to talk to Joel's penis.

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