Chapter Eleven

To say that my car refusing to start that night was a strange but welcome development would be an understatement. Vihaal and Gideon seemed delighted to swoop in and save me and take me home, because now they could entertain me.

"Anyone for a drink?" Vihaal asked as we took off our coats.

"Hell yes," I said. "What have you got?"

"Oh, all kinds of things. Wine, spirits, mixers. There might even be a couple of IPAs in the mini fridge."

"A glass of wine would be great," I said, marveling at how my day had turned out.

"Red or white?" Gideon asked.

"Doesn't matter. I guess, white?"

"Gideon, open the bottle of Riesling in the fridge. I've been saving it for a special occasion."

I scoffed. "Oh, you don't have to open a special bottle—"

"Nonsense," Vihaal said with a smile. "We'll do what we like."

He gave me a lingering once-over and I almost combusted.

"Please make yourself at home, Angel," Vihaal said. "Take a seat. Anywhere."

"Sure. Thanks," I said. I chose the corner spot on the sofa from which I could see glimpses of Gideon puttering about, uncorking the wine and pouring three glasses.

Vihaal excused himself, so I took my time looking around their comfortably appointed living room. A built-in bookcase spanned one wall, filled with books of all kinds.

Gideon came back with two glasses of wine, handing one to me and putting one on the coffee table.

"For Vihaal."

He went back to the kitchen and returned with his own glass and the rest of the bottle, which he set on the table.

"I saw you two playing pass the M&M. I don't think you paid much attention to the movie, did you?"

I gave him a look and he laughed.

"Okay, fine. I can't blame you. Vihaal's unbelievably distracting. Particularly when he's deliberately trying to be."

"There was a movie?" I joked, giving Gideon a smile.

Gideon took a deep breath. "V can be a lot. Make sure to speak up if he's moving too fast, all right? The last thing we want to do is scare you off."

"Are you kidding?" I said. "I'm having so much fun."

Gideon surged forward and stopped within an inch of me, his gaze moving to my lips as I tried not to spill my wine. His breaths puffed against me and I couldn't resist him. I sat forward and took his sweet mouth with mine and literally devoured him as he struggled to keep up.

"Oh fuck yes," he gasped, opening wide as I kissed him deep and hard, dragging my tongue over his and clashing our teeth together. I moaned as Gideon straddled my lap and cupped my chin in his hands, attacking me with equal fervor.

"Angel. God. You're so hot," Gideon murmured, as we kissed and fumbled together. My arms wrapped around him and I splayed one hand against his back.

I was beyond words but Gideon kept talking in between panted breaths and soft gasps.

"You're like, literally a gay…virgin, but you're not…like…fourteen, which would just be gross." He pulled back and gazed at me quizzically. "How the fuck old are you, anyway?"

I looked at him, dazed and so fucking turned on I couldn't keep still.

"I'm thirty-six. I thought you knew that."

"I thought you were younger. You look younger."

"Good," I said, my gaze fixed on those wet lips that demanded my attention. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-six. Jesus, we're ten years apart," he said, giving me an incendiary look.

"Does that matter?" I gasped.

He grinned. "Only in the best of ways."

I kissed him again, harder, and he met my passion with his own.

He smelled like cinnamon and sugar, and tasted like mint. His solid erection pressed against me.

"No cage?" I gasped, unable to stop eating at his sweet mouth.

"Not today," Gideon replied, moaning as I bit his top lip and stroked the roof of his mouth with my tongue.

"My, my, what have we here?"

Gideon and I pulled apart and gazed dazedly at Vihaal.

"Sorry, V…" Gideon panted. "I couldn't help myself."

"Well, don't stop on my account," Vihaal said, picking up his glass of wine and sitting in the armchair across from us.

Gideon turned back to me and looked like he was about to get back into it.

I held up my hand. "Wait," I said. "I think I need more wine."

Vihaal chuckled and Gideon smiled slyly, slipping off my lap and passing me my glass.

"Not too much, though," Vihaal suggested. "I think this afternoon is beginning to go in another direction."

"V, we were only kissing," Gideon said, picking up his wine.

Vihaal laughed. "That was practically ‘just fucking', except you both have your clothes on."

Gideon pouted in the cutest way. "You got to play with Angel at the movies. Now it's my turn. And, by the way, it was super-hot, the way you fed him the candy."

Vihaal raised his eyebrows. "I thought you were watching the movie."

"You underestimate my ability to multitask."

"Hmm. Funny you should mention that," Vihaal said with a grin that made me even more aroused than I already was.

"Why?" Gideon asked, tilting his head and giving Vihaal a look of suspicion.

"Because I'd like to see you suck Angel off while I finger you."

My cock pulsed at Vihaal's words and I had to adjust my position. "What?"

"You heard me," Vihaal said. "And so did you." He turned to Gideon and smiled.

Gideon hummed.

"Or maybe, Angel should spank me. Because I've been very, very naughty."

I gazed back and forth between them, my horny brain unable to process what was happening.

"I suppose that could be fun," Vihaal conceded with grace. "If Angel even wants—"

"I'll do it," I said, not giving it a second thought.

Vihaal laughed. "Wonderful."

Gideon grinned and almost vibrated with excitement.

"Would you like him naked?" Vihaal asked.

"Oh yeah." And now I was smiling. "I'd love to…" I inhaled a deep breath, suddenly lightheaded. "…watch you take Gideon's clothes off."

Vihaal's eyes widened and the corner of his lips quirked. "Fast or slow?"

"Oh. Fast," I said, adjusting my erection again.

"All right."

Gideon held my gaze as Vihaal moved forward and efficiently stripped him, making sure to do it in a way that didn't block my view of the proceedings. I watched, transfixed, as Gideon's clothes came off, until he stood there in nothing but his smooth, pale, unmarked skin.

He was stunning—an ethereal sprite with a rampant erection and a lust-filled, hazel-eyed gaze.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Over Angel's lap. Now."

I took a sudden inhale that made a sharp sound in the quiet room.

"Mind you don't break his cock, though," Vihaal said, nodding to where my jeans were bulging obviously.

I blushed, moving a hand to cover the tent in my pants.

"Don't cover yourself, Angel. I like to see my playthings enjoying themselves."

Playthings.

As Gideon crawled over my lap, his sinuous form undulating in ways that made my dick ache, it didn't seem all that complex. We liked each other. We were attracted to each other. Gideon and Vihaal loved each other and they both wanted me, for some strange reason. And something about this whole thing was the answer to a prayer I'd never spoken aloud to anyone .

I didn't know what to do with my hands. They itched to touch Gideon, and to see what it felt like to spank a gorgeous naked man over my lap. But I waited for Vihaal to give me leave.

"Oh, don't you two look lovely," he said. "Now look, you can spank him if you want. I'm sure he'll enjoy it. But have fun with him. That's what I like to do."

Gideon whimpered and rocked on my lap, nudging his cock against my thigh.

I licked my lips. I'd expected explicit instructions. I was suddenly paralyzed by the range of options. Gideon was right here and just…giving himself to me.

My left hand moved of its own volition, to rest on Gideon's smooth, plump buttock. And squeeze. And stroke. He was so warm and his skin was like silk. Knowing Gideon, he probably had a whole daily moisturizing routine to keep it that way. It was as soft as any woman's.

My other hand got in on the action. I stared at my fingers as I soothed and stroked Gideon's rump like he was a cherished pet. But he wasn't. Gideon Foster was a flesh-and-blood human man. Over my lap. Naked.

I met Vihaal's gaze. His pupils were dilated and full of desire. He was enjoying this.

He always watches.

I returned my gaze to my hands on Gideon's ass.

"Angel," Vihal murmured.

I lifted my hand and brought it down on that beautiful soft flesh— smack!

Gideon jerked, then moaned, then cursed.

I repeated the action with the same result. My palm tingled and throbbed.

Vihaal chuckled. "Here we go."

I gave Vihaal a lust-filled glance, then got to work. My rhythm was jerky and uneven at first, but soon leveled out. I'm sure I didn't use as much strength as Vihaal would, but Gideon responded well. He moaned, rubbing himself against my leg.

"Are you going to let him do that?" Vihaal asked.

"I— What?" I said, my hand in mid-air.

"He's rutting on you. He's going to come if you let him."

"Really?" I asked, staring down at him. Gideon was breathing hard and clutching the couch cushion.

"Yes ," Vihaal said.

"No, I promise, I won't," Gideon whined. "Keep going…"

I lowered my hand to rest it on the small of Gideon's back. "Shhh, now. Be a good boy for me."

Gideon groaned and then whimpered. "Holy fuck."

"That's the stuff," Vihaal said, and my heart flipped at his approval.

But I needed some direction. I didn't want to waste this opportunity, but I didn't know what to do next. It was so overwhelming, having this beautiful man squirming on my lap, my brain was a thick fog of lust that I could barely see through.

Gideon's head swiveled and he stared at Vihaal. Then he buried his face in the cushions. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. "

I massaged his lower back as Vihaal brought a chair from the kitchen and sat down right in front of us. He handed me a small plastic bottle that didn't have a label.

"What's this?"

"Coconut oil," Vihaal replied.

Gideon groaned, the sound muffled by the cushions.

"He's in quite the state," Vihaal murmured.

"He sure likes being spanked," I said, smoothing my palm over Gideon's ass again and again. It was warm and pink now.

"Yes. It's something we both enjoy from different sides."

I nodded, trying to keep my breathing steady. My legs were warm underneath Gideon's naked body. His cock pressed against my thigh in the best of ways.

"He's shaking."

"Yes."

"He's all right?" I asked.

"He's just fine," Vihaal assured me.

Gideon groaned and squirmed, then settled again with a resigned sigh.

"He loves this. Don't you, Deo?" Vihaal asked.

"Fuck," Gideon murmured. "Yes."

"Being objectified. Being at the whim of my desires. Being over your lap. He's been wanting that for some time."

"You're kidding," I said, trying to wrap my head around it.

"I never kid about that sort of thing." He nodded toward the bottle of coconut oil in my hand. "Use some of that and play with his ass."

My breath hitched and I zeroed in on the shadowed cleft between Gideon's cheeks. I flicked off the stopper and poured some of the oil into my hand, as directed.

"Rub it between your hands, to warm it up," Gideon said.

"Who's giving the instructions here, Deo?" Vihaal sighed.

"You are, Vihaal. I'm sorry."

I exchanged a look with Vihaal, who nodded, so I did what Gideon had asked.

When I started rubbing the oil on his rosy buttocks, Gideon sighed with pleasure.

"That feels good," he murmured, letting his thighs splay open. The sight of his sweet little hole in the hairless cleft of his ass, within reach of my lubed fingers, was too much. My fingers slid across his skin.

"Why don't you go up on your knees, Gideon?" Vihaal suggested. "That will help you to keep from rutting against Angel, and will make all of your bits accessible."

I let my hands fall as Gideon moved with the sinuous grace of a jungle cat. The position put his head and face closer to mine.

"Hi," he whispered, looking at me with glazed eyes.

"Hi," I said, with a smile. "Ready?"

"Ready all this time."

"Quiet now," Vihaal muttered. "I want to enjoy the show without any distractions."

I heard a zip and looked over. Vihaal had reached into his pants and now brought out his cock, using some lube from his own bottle to ease the way.

"Uh uh," he scolded. "Eyes on the prize. Pay attention and get started."

"Yes, Vihaal," I said, tearing my eyes from him and planting them on the beautiful ass before me.

I ran my fingers over the top of Gideon's buttock to gather some more of the oil, then traced them down between the crack of his ass. He sighed, spreading his thighs for me.

"Oh yes. Stay like that, Deo. That's perfect," Vihaal murmured.

Gideon purred like a cat, with his arms stretched out and his back arched, his ass in the air.

I found his wrinkled hole with my finger and rubbed it. I'd fingered women before, but Gideon's soft cries and frantic gasps made me hard as steel in an instant, and it all seemed so much hotter.

Gideon hissed and canted his hips.

Vihaal cursed, then said, "Stay still, my little rocking horse. Let Angel play with you."

"Yes, Vihaal," Gideon gasped, forcing himself back into the required position, as I continued to rub his entrance. It was soft and bumpy and so, so vulnerable. I slid my fingers to his testicles and spread some of the oil around them and over his taint.

He quivered and panted.

I took two fingers and rubbed them down his crack, over his hole and back, a few times, until he was gasping and moaning. I played with his balls then did the same thing again. It was fun teasing him, knowing he loved it and that he was struggling to keep control of himself.

When I slipped the tip of my finger inside him, he cursed.

"Deeper," Vihaal said, his voice husky with need.

I went deeper, gazing at Vihaal with all the heat that had built up in me, as Gideon gasped and whimpered. He was so hot and tight around me.

"Oh fuck, yes. That's lovely. Now pump it in and out. Slowly."

I did as commanded, glad to have Vihaal's direction. He knew Gideon, knew what Gideon enjoyed, and also what Vihaal himself wanted to see. I could hear the sounds of flesh on flesh as Vihaal stroked himself while he watched me fingering his husband.

His husband . I was finger-fucking Vihaal's husband and hard as a rock underneath him. I was the king of the fucking world .

I made a little sound and added a second finger to the first, stroking them in and out of Gideon, entranced by the sight and the feel of it. It was hypnotizing.

"Oh. Oh, God," Gideon moaned. "Oh, fuck. Oh please. Please."

"No, you cannot come, my Deo. Keep it together," Vihaal murmured.

"But…but…"

"Don't you fucking dare—" Vihaal had only enough time to warn him, when on another pump of my fingers, Gideon's thighs trembled and he made a soft sound, his cock spurting thick streams of jizz onto my jeans.

He let out a plaintive cry, riding the pleasure as Vihaal and I watched, then gasped a string of apologies.

"Sorry! Oh my God, I'm sorry, V. I'm sorry." He was frantic and I wondered for a second if he was scared of a beating. But I knew Vihaal wouldn't actually hurt Gideon.

Vihaal huffed a laugh and stood, his cock in his hand. He came over and gave Gideon a slap on the behind. "Bend over the couch," he said, his tone one of resigned amusement as Gideon scrambled to obey.

I stared in fascination at the jelly-like puddle of Gideon's release starting to seep into my pants then dabbed a finger in it, while Gideon got into position and Vihaal moved in behind.

My cock throbbed as Vihaal gave himself a few more strokes and pushed his cock deep into Gideon and roared as he came, jerking his hips as he climaxed, digging the fingers of one hand into the skin of Gideon's hip.

Gideon yelped as Vihaal took his pleasure, then withdrew in one quick movement.

Semen dribbled out of Gideon's ass. Vihaal scooped it with a finger and pushed it back.

"Keep it in, naughty boy. I don't have a plug at hand to do it for you."

"Oh fuck," Gideon muttered. "Oh fuck. Vihaal. Fuck ."

"Now get over here and thank Angel for that lovely finger-fucking," Vihaal instructed. He glanced at me. "Take out your cock."

I fumbled with my fly.

"I'll do it," Gideon said hastily.

"Hurry up," Vihaal told him as Gideon stilled my hands and took over.

As I sat there, my head spinning with what had happened and was happening and was going to happen, Gideon undid my fly and released my erection, tucking the band of my boxer briefs underneath. I was so hard and Gideon looked so sweet post-orgasm. The knowledge that he was filled with Vihaal's spunk was fucking profane.

Gideon looked up at me then licked his lips and opened his mouth, watching me with those hazel eyes as his sweet lips wrapped around me.

"Oh my fucking God. Gideon ," I gasped. "Fuck."

He took his time bringing me to the edge and back, watching me clutch the sofa cushion with white knuckles as I tried to hold off. But I was so close already, from everything we'd already done together.

"Please, please," I begged, my gaze on Gideon at first, then switching to Vihaal.

Vihaal shrugged, still with two fingers on Gideon's no-doubt swollen and leaking hole. "Whenever you like, Angel."

I opened my mouth and gasped, the orgasm launching the moment Vihaal gave his permission. I made choking noises as my body was taken over by uncontrollable spasms, the intensity of my pleasure a testament to my desire. I gaped at Vihaal, trying to breathe as I realized that the drawn-out wail echoing off the walls was from me.