27. Twenty-seven

Carlos

The bed moves and a bit of cold air hits my skin when the blanket lifts beside me. A warm body presses against mine and I breathe in the familiar scent of Joey's strawberry scented hair from when he'd taken a shower last night. I blink my eyes open, tucking a few strands of hair behind his ear. "Is everything okay, Little one?"

"Yeah, I woke up alone and I"m not ready to be in a big bed all by myself in the dark yet. Can I sleep here?"

I glance at the clock on the dresser that reads four a.m. and then back at Joey. "Where"s Isaiah?"

"He had trouble sleeping so got up a few hours ago to do some admin work and answer emails from business associates and clients. He figured he could help lighten some of the load for Marcus so it doesn't become too much for him."

"Isaiah always needed to keep his mind busy during those stressful days. Hopefully he won"t be up too much longer. He needs his sleep. We have a big day tomorrow."

"So is that a yes?" Joey looks up at me with heavy eyes.

"To what?"

"To me sleeping in here with you."

"Whatever you need."

He buries his face against my chest. "Good, because I"m already way too comfortable to move."

I pull him closer to me, wrapping my arm around his body and burying my nose in his hair. "Me too."

His breathing evens out and his soft snores fill the room. I close my eyes, letting myself drift off to the soothing sounds. The bed dips again a few minutes after I close my eyes. I may have even fallen asleep for longer than I thought. I open my eyes to Isaiah slipping into the covers beside Joey. "I guess we"re sleeping in here now."

I smile, loving the idea of them always being in my bed. "Good thing I upgraded to a king size bed then."

"You do have the best ideas," he says with a sleepy voice. The room grows quiet and Isaiah"s arm lightly grazes mine as it slides closer to Joey"s waist. I should have turned them both away. Yesterday afternoon, last night in the kitchen and this morning.

The longer I let this continue, the harder it will be when it all ends. Will I be able to go back to the way things were before? To my quiet life I had become accustomed to over the years. Or will I lie awake in bed craving them the same way I"ve craved Isaiah all these years?

I"ve never forgotten the way his mouth tasted or how his body felt and now I never will. I could taste Joey on his lips earlier and the combination's addicting. As soon as I had pulled away, I immediately needed more. Joey wiggles in his sleep and I hold him tighter, shutting my eyes again. I keep them closed until I drift into a deep sleep.

I jolt awake to Joey"s loud whines. He trembles in my arms, releasing soft sobs. "No,"" he screams. "Please don"t hurt him. Take me instead." Isaiah"s eyes remain closed, and he doesn"t move. He must be too exhausted to hear how distressed Joey is.

"Shhh," I whisper, stroking his damp hair. "It"s okay, Little one. You"re safe."

He whines again, moving his arms and legs. His movements have Isaiah opening his eyes. The lights outside are enough for me to make out the frown on his face.

"Roo, it"s okay, baby. You"re okay." He kisses the side of Joey"s face, nudging him in the neck with his nose. "Easy does it," Isaiah says before singing a song I haven"t heard in years. The one he had always played on my stereo on our random nightly drives, the song he always whistled at random when it got too quiet.

Joey"s eyes flicker open and his whimpering stops. His face is wet with tears when I touch his face. "Safe," he whispers.

"Yea, baby, you"re safe," Isaiah responds softly. Joey turns his face slightly toward Isaiah. "Make me too tired to dream."

"Whatever you need, mi amor."

"I need all of it."

Joey moans when Isaiah"s hand disappears beneath the sheet. It moves with the thrust of his hand and Joey moans louder, rubbing his ass over my crotch. He turns his head toward me, wrapping his arm around my neck, seeking out my lips with his.

I kiss him as his body shakes, capturing his soft whimpers with my mouth. I rock my hips forward, thankful I didn"t put any clothes on after my shower. I rub each hard nub between my fingers and the sound of slapping skin grows louder. I lift the blanket enough to get a glimpse of Isaiah"s cock rubbing up and down against Joey"s. My cock throbs and my mouth waters as beads of precum form at their tips. Isaiah kisses Joey"s neck and Joey reaches his hand behind him, grabbing my cock. He guides it toward his hole. "Please," he begs in between kisses. "I want to feel you too."

I break away from our kiss to reach in the nearby drawer for my bottle of lube. It"s cold in the palm of my hand and I warm it between my hands, before rubbing it over Joey"s hole. I pour a few drops over my cock, stroking it up and down before guiding it back to Joey"s still overworked hole. I slowly slide myself in, pushing it past his tight ring of muscles. Fuck, he feels delicious.

He"s warm and snug around my cock as I fuck in and out of him. Joey"s body moves back and forth, and I don"t make him stay still this time. I want him writhing between Isaiah and me. I tug at his nipples again, rocking my hips forward, thrusting deeper inside Joey. His hole squeezes around me, tugging on my cock.

Isaiah follows my rhythm, thrusting upward until his body convulses and he moans loudly through his pleasure. Joey is right behind him and his hole clenches around my cock with his body trembling in my arms. Warmth overtakes me as I move closer to the edge of my own euphoria. I slide my hand between them, collecting both of their cum on my fingers and shoving it between my lips. The taste of them explodes on my tongue and I grind against Joey faster, filling him with my cum. The room grows brighter with the sun coming in and the cold air softly caresses my skin. Every part of me which still touches Joey tingles.

Isaiah kisses Joey before throwing the covers over his body to get off the bed. He walks slowly into the bathroom and comes out with a washcloth in his hand. Joey groans as Isaiah runs it over his skin while kissing him again. "Better, baby?"

Joey mutters a few incoherent words as Isaiah wipes between his ass cheeks. "I"ll take that as a yes. Time for you to get some more sleep, mi amor." Isaiah smiles my way, kissing my lips before climbing off the bed again. "You too, C. If we keep waking you up, you may never let us in your bed again."

"I don"t think you"ll have to worry about that," I say, wrapping my arms around Joey again. He releases a few snores and I bury my face in his neck, hoping to drift off with him beside me. Hopefully we can chase off each other"s nightmares together.