Chapter 8

Tate

The sexy little troublemaker was definitely doing his best to push Dean's buttons. He was working hard to fuck with Dean and keep him on edge, even giving me wide eyes as he seemed to wiggle again. "Thinking about your kisses and feeling how hard Master Dean is under me is making me need to move. I'm sorry."

No.

He was not.

He was, however, sexy as fuck.

And incredibly devious because I'd have bet anything that Dean got even harder with the Master title applied to his name.

"Hmm, I can understand that." Mostly because I was up for anything that made Dean more confident about what I knew he wanted. "But you need to remember your manners next time or there will have to be consequences."

Whatever Joel's ass did to Dean's dick had him rolling his eyes.

Joel just pretended not to notice and smiled sweetly. "Yes, Master Tate."

He was so adorably fuckable, but that wasn't the plan just yet, so I pushed the images that'd flashed through my mind to the back of my head. "Good boy."

Joel liked that too.

So did his ass.

It looked like Dean's control was getting tested a bit too much, so I pushed away from the table and stood, letting them both see how hard I was. "Up, slut. Let's work on getting everything put away and then we'll discuss our other plans."

He paused long enough to give Dean a cute cheek kiss before bouncing up. "Clean kitchen and then a dirty boy."

Yep, it was a lot easier to understand how his romantic life had gotten so confusing now that I was seeing him in dating mode.

"That's right." I chuckled at Dean's conflicted expression.

He was grateful to have the wiggly flirt off his lap, but he wanted the wiggly flirt back on his lap. Oh, the problems with being the one in charge. "Then a punished boy if he's not careful."

Joel was doing his best not to giggle and even kept his smile aimed away from Dean, but it was obvious how giddy he was. He liked fucking with Dean and getting a reaction out of our worried partner. My best guess was that it proved to Joel how important he was to Dean.

I was going to let it go for the time being, but I told myself that we'd have to talk if their relationship developed bad habits.

Kinky was one thing, fucked up was another.

"Yes, we'll have to watch his behavior and make sure he's a good boy." The vague threat was just teasing enough that it sent another shiver through Joel and had him not-so-discreetly squeezing his erection.

Dean wasn't sure what to say once he saw Joel's hand and ended up shaking his head. "I'm not sure that will help."

And Joel finally giggled.

"I don't mind being watched." He bounced past Dean to put a plate in the sink. "I thought I explained that already."

Dean rolled his eyes and spanked the sexy tushy that wiggled past him without even thinking about it. "I'm not that easily distracted, slut."

Joel nearly came.

"Oh, that's…" He completely forgot what he was doing and set the plate down on the stove as he wandered over to me. "Oh, Master Tate, he spanked my bottom."

Dean's eyes went wide and panic was setting in fast.

Shit.

But as Joel curled in against me, sighing and making ridiculously romantic sounds, I shook my head at Dean and shot him a look that I hoped said to stop losing his shit.

"That's right because it's tempting and you were being cheeky." Giving him a hug, I reached down and rubbed the area that Dean had playfully smacked. "He knew exactly what you wanted."

And probably needed.

"He knows he has to take care of me too and he's so brave to take control." Joel sighed again and the adorable explanation of how he saw their interaction had Dean's head cocking like he was a confused puppy.

Dean was just as adorable as Joel was in his own way, but his was all natural and so fucking funny he made me want to laugh. But since that would confuse both of them, I squeezed Joel's ass and nodded. "He does and he thought you were sexy too. I bet he's going to be fantasizing later about spanking you."

"Really?" The teasing flirt arched his ass out and wiggled it temptingly. He couldn't see the way Dean licked his lips, but he was having fun. "I started fantasizing about you guys earlier this year, but my online friends said that might not be nice."

He clearly didn't understand why because he pulled back enough to frown up at me and even forgot that he was supposed to be tempting Dean. "Why would that be rude?"

Lord.

I was starting to see how it'd taken us so long to get to where we were in our relationships. I was naked. Joel was nearly naked. Dean was very obviously not wearing anything under the basketball shorts he was wearing.

And we were all talking about why Joel shouldn't have been jerking off thinking about us.

We were blessed by the gods to have ever made it to this point.

"Well, generally speaking, the social rule with friends and roommates is that you're not supposed to jerk off thinking about them or anything like that." Joel's head cocked and he frowned, so I knew he hadn't gotten it. "It's mostly for other people. Not us, though."

"We're special." Nodding along with that statement, Joel turned to Dean. "Right?"

Dean was smart enough to nod even though I wasn't sure where his brain was at the moment. "Yes. I don't mind that you've been jerking off thinking about me."

I was impressed…he managed to say that with a straight face and without blushing.

"I knew you wouldn't." Joel was very confident about that as he looked between us. "You guys are great."

His parents must've been weirder than we'd thought.

"So you just started fantasizing about us this year, right?" Assuming he meant school year, I wasn't surprised when he nodded. "Do you remember freshman year when it was so hard to talk to us?"

His sigh had both of us trying not to smile. "Yes, you were around all the time and I had no privacy unless I was in the bathroom. You were nice, though, and you were a great roommate once you picked up your dirty clothes."

I hadn't been that bad.

Joel didn't seem like he'd agree with me on that.

"Not the point, slut. You had a hard time talking to us because we were in your space all the time and you didn't know us, right?" It'd taken us way too long to realize he wasn't that painfully shy with everyone around him.

"Yes." Joel let out a deep breath. "That was so hard. But I did it. My parents said if I couldn't do it that would be fine. They'd understand because people are hard, but I liked you and you were both so nice to me, and you didn't tell me that I was weird. You even learned to pick up your dirty clothes."

How was he so traumatized by dirty socks?

But as Dean was trying not to snicker, I focused on the point and tried to get us back on track. "So you know how it took you all that time getting to know us and becoming special to us before you were ready to start fantasizing about us?"

He nodded and smiled pleasantly, but it was his I have no idea what you're talking about expression. "Yes."

Please let me not fuck this up.

"Um, that's not typical for most people. Most people can tell fairly quickly that they like someone or not, and they don't have to become friends first before they start to get aroused by them." He just blinked at me. "Everyone's different and you already know some people are asexual, you're not, but you understand what that is, right?"

Nodding, he was happy to have something familiar to latch on to. "Yes, I know what that is and I'm not it."

"Agreed, but Dean and I would like you to look up demisexual and see if you think that describes your type of desire. I'm oversimplifying it, but it's basically you have to get to know someone first before you can want to have a sexual relationship with them." I waited to see what he would say but he just stared at me.

After making us wait in silence way too fucking long, he hummed thoughtfully. "So my dates have honestly been going from saying hi at the coffee shop and asking me to dinner to wanting to have sex in a matter of hours or days?"

His confused tone sounded like we were talking about aliens.

"Yes." I wasn't going to tell him how quickly I'd gone from meeting to making out in the past. "It's not as unusual as you seem to think it is."

"That's…" He paused, turning to frown at Dean who was doing his best not to have any expression at all. "Really?"

Dean's nod made Joel sigh. "That's…fascinating, I guess."

Yep, aliens.

"It does explain a lot, though." Wearing an adorably thoughtful expression, he sighed. "That doesn't mean I'm asexual, though."

"Agreed." His rich fantasy life and eagerness to be spanked made that clear. "But we just wanted to share what we'd figured out so you could think about it."

And to make sure someone in his life had pointed it out.

"But it doesn't make a difference, right?" Glancing between us again, his thoughtful expression said he was processing it. "No matter what route I took to get here, we're still here, right?"

"Yes." I didn't care what he was as long as he was clear about what he wanted to explore with us. "We're still here and wanting to do wicked things to you."

That brought our naughty boy back to his wiggly, horny self. "Like give me kisses and spanking me and using me to get off and all that stuff?"

"Oh yes." Giving him a quick peck, I went back to stroking his ass. "And all that stuff."

Joel shivered, giving me a wicked grin. "And Dean's thinking about all that stuff too because he spanked my bottom."

Pushing his ass out, he gave it a wiggle. "I bet he's going to love how it looks when it's pink."

"We're both going to love it when we've got your cock caged and you're bent over for us and we're making your bottom nice and pink." Just the fantasy of that had Joel sighing and sending Dean a flirty, almost innocent smile.

Dean knew some kind of response was expected, but we'd fried his brain, so I wasn't sure what to expect. He impressed me, though, and even sounded confident. "We're going to make your dick tiny and tell you how cute and little it is when we're spanking you."

"Aww." Joel obviously thought it was romantic as he leaned into me and smiled sweetly at both of us. "Thank you."

The conversation wasn't anything like I'd expected when I'd woken up, but it probably shouldn't have surprised me.

"You're welcome." Running my hand up his back, I cupped his neck and tilted his head to offer up his mouth.

When he whimpered and sighed again, I brought my lips to his and kissed him, slowly deepening it until my tongue was stroking against his and he was grinding his dick against mine. By the time that I pulled back, he was breathless and desperate.

But we weren't done yet.

Turning him in my arms, I gave Dean a challenging grin and raised on eyebrow. "You're next."

His lips curled up but I had a feeling he was barely holding back something colorful. "Thank you for sharing."

Joel nearly melted but I nodded. "You're welcome. But I have to admit, I like watching you together so that helps."

Dean finally chuckled, shaking his head as he slowly stalked over. I couldn't decide if it was natural in the moment or planned, but either way, he looked take charge as fuck. Joel completely agreed because he made another soft sound and his knees wobbled.

"It does help." For the moment, Dean had forgotten his worries as he moved closer to Joel and sandwiched him between us. I had a feeling it was one of Joel's favorite fantasies because he moaned before Dean had done anything to him. "You're hot together too."

Then it was his turn to kiss Joel, but instead of just focusing on our needy boy, he slipped one hand between my chest and Joel's back, and he wrapped the other around me. Through some dirty sixth sense that had now been activated in Joel, he knew because he whimpered and rocked between us as Dean attacked his mouth.

I was right there with Joel because they were hot as hell and Dean was softly running his hand along my back. It was almost like he was kissing me too and I found myself grinding my dick against Joel's ass.

Overstimulated was the only word I could find to describe how Joel felt between us. He was shaking and moaning and doing his best to hold us both as Dean made love to his mouth. Just as I could feel Dean easing back, Joel cried out into his mouth and jolted like fireworks had blasted through him.

Well, that'd been unplanned.

Dean was pleased as fuck, though, and looked like he'd been handed a million dollars and the keys to a mansion as he eased back and shook his head. "Are you supposed to do that in the kitchen?"

Joel leaned back into me like he had no plans on holding himself upright. "Oops."