20. Nash

CHAPTER 20

NASH

Damon had sent Nash a text alerting him to the fact that he was currently waiting for Taylor and they were going to head over to his apartment. Damon then sent a series of suggestive emojis and an invitation to join them.

Nash had never left the gym so fast in his life. His workout was over, but he usually hung around with Colby for a while afterward to shoot the shit. He'd made an excuse, of course, that he had to take a Zoom meeting with his accountant he'd forgotten about. He broke speed records in the shower, not wanting to subject Taylor to his post-workout aroma.

Sneaking into his own apartment was odd, and he felt like an intruder in his own house. No sound stirred in the space, forcing him to be extra quiet. The only evidence that they were even here was Damon's car in the guest parking and two sets of shoes neatly pushed off to the side by the door.

Nash found them in the kitchen. Taylor was already shirtless and pressed up tight against Damon. Fuck, that was a sight for sure. Something he'd never get tired of seeing either. He loved the way they looked together. Taylor, with his soft blonde curls and his miles of smooth, pale skin. Damon's darker complexion, darker hair, thicker build.

Keeping quiet, he crept over to where they stood, tongues tangling. Nash pressed himself against Taylor's back. After that, they'd wasted no time in getting Taylor where they wanted him, half naked and at their mercy.

Nash slid a hand up Taylor's bare torso and, cupping his cheek, turned Taylor's head. Taylor moaned into Nash's mouth when their tongues met, dueling at an awkward and messily perfect angle. When Nash caressed Taylor's chest, fingers deftly toying with one rosy pink nipple, Taylor clung to him.

Nash took his time devouring Taylor's mouth, all the while cognizant of the fact that Damon was making Taylor writhe and tremble. Although his whimpers were music to Nash's ears, he was aware of Taylor's increasing desperation. The way he squirmed and twitched with more and more intensity, like a gathering storm.

"Damon, slow down, babe," Nash told him, breaking the kiss. He chuckled softly at Taylor's answering protest.

"Nooo, Damon, don't slow down." Taylor let his head fall back against Nash. "Mean."

Nash dragged his tongue over the shell of Taylor's ear. Having both men here like this was a heady feeling. He would always treasure what he and Damon had, and he was growing to feel the same about Taylor. Separately, he was enamored with both of them and having them together like this did things to his body, his mind, and his heart that he was having trouble fathoming. He'd somehow been handed the universe. Stunning, complex, and full of mysteries that were his to solve.

He kissed his way down Taylor's back, sliding his lips along his spine. His hands skimmed over Taylor's hips and met Damon's hands as he let them roam to Taylor's ass.

It was like Damon knew exactly what Nash wanted when he grabbed Taylor's ass and spread the cheeks. Nash dove in, wasting no time licking a trail up Taylor's crease, huffing soft laughter over his newly dampened skin when Taylor let out a surprised squeak. Nash did it again, this time stopping at Taylor's entrance. He traced the supple skin with his tongue. Pressed a kiss against it before going back to teasing it with his tongue's gentle probing.

Trapped between him and Damon, Taylor writhed and squirmed as though he were unsure if he should thrust forward and chase Damon's wicked mouth, or back to silently beg for more of Nash's tongue.

"You two are killing me," Taylor said in a tone of voice that had Nash's cock throbbing. It was filled with a needy sort of desperation that Nash wanted to feast on. He spread Taylor's cheeks and speared his tongue into Taylor's hole, pushing him forward and further into Damon's mouth.

One of Taylor's hands cradled the back of Nash's head and urged him deeper. He liked to imagine that the other hand was on Damon's head and that he was choking him with his cock.

Nash slid a hand up the inside of Taylor's thigh until he came to his prize and cradled Taylor's sac in his hand. It was high and tight. Soft and delicate. Nash toyed with Taylor's hole. Tracing the edge. Spearing his tongue inside. Placing open-mouthed, wet kisses against it.

Taylor was a wild thing. Cornered. Feral. Bucking and writhing, back and forth as they tormented him. Until, finally, Damon pulled back and Nash heard heavy breaths saw in and out of his lungs.

"Bedroom," Damon said. He groaned as he got to his feet. Honestly, Nash could have happily kept feasting on Taylor until he was a ruined, sweaty, heap on the floor. But Damon scooped him up, tossing Taylor over his shoulder in a move that he made look far too easy.

"Hey," Nash protested as he got to his feet. "Which one of us goes to the gym?"

"I can walk, you know." Taylor's laughter was cut off by the sound of a sharp slap. His eyes went wide like saucers and he looked at Nash as Damon carried him toward the bedroom. "That stung."

Taylor didn't seem to mind too much, however.

"Good," Damon replied. "It was meant to."

Nash followed them into the bedroom in time to see Damon dump Taylor onto the bed. Grabbing his pants by the ankles, he worked the fabric over his feet then pulled the jeans off. His panties stayed tangled around his ankles until he managed to kick them off.

Taylor crawled backward until he reached the pillows. He looked at them and skated his hand down his chest. His long fingers trailed over his stomach before wrapping around his cock.

"You two are wearing far too many clothes."

Damon started to pull his shirt off, but he stopped when Taylor shook his head.

"That's not very fun of you." Taylor wet his lips. "You should undress each other."

Nash's eyebrow arched up, and Taylor shot him a saucy look.

"Don't look at me like that," Taylor said. "Ever since that first time I saw the two of you kiss, I've wanted to see this. I've dreamed it. I practically jerked myself raw thinking about it."

Damon turned and gathered a stunned Nash into his arms…and then they were kissing. Slow and deep, but somehow still frantic and feral. Like they were energy contained. Damon tugged at the hem of Nash's shirt, an old, paper-thin t-shirt that he liked to wear on gym days.

He let Damon take it off him before he hauled him back into a kiss. He wanted to give Taylor the show of a lifetime. Wanted to give him everything he desired because he deserved it. Because making Taylor happy made Nash happy. And then there was Damon. Eager. Loving. Everything he did, every touch, Nash could feel how much he meant to Damon. It was like being worshiped and Nash gave himself over to it, hoping that Damon felt his touch and knew, understood on a soul deep level, what he meant to Nash.

Before Damon, sex had been sex. Energy and friction. Capture and release. It didn't mean much of anything beyond having a good time. He thought it would be the same with Damon, but right from that first kiss, he knew something was different about him. It had meant more than any kiss he'd had before, and if not for the fact that the storm of butterflies in his stomach had paralyzed him, he might have called the whole thing off.

But Damon kept kissing. Kissing and touching, and Nash was lost to it. Even now, he was powerless against what he felt for him. Nash fumbled with Damon's fly. Popping the button open, he yanked the zipper down and then he was on his knees again. He kissed Damon's stomach, then freed his cock and kissed that, too.

"Go on," Damon urged him. He turned his attention to Taylor. "Keep your hands off that pretty cock of yours."

"No fair," Taylor whined, but obediently took his hand off his cock and propped himself up on his elbows. His eyes shone with an eager sort of happiness that made him look radiant. Bright eyes and rosy cheeks and a smile that made Nash's insides melt like butter.

Turning his attention back to Damon, he took his cock in hand. Giving Taylor a show was half the fun now. The other half was torturing Damon to do it. He flicked his tongue out and caressed the ruddy tip of Damon's cock. Nash swirled his tongue around the head. When two hands sank into his hair, Nash obeyed the gentle pressure and took Damon's cock into his mouth.

"That's it," Damon purred above him, a deep, satisfied rumble as he pushed himself deeper into Nash's mouth. "God, that's good."

"How good?" Taylor asked. "Tell me everything."

Nash would have laughed if he didn't have a mouthful of cock. Not because it was funny, but because Taylor's eagerness made Nash happy in a way that made his insides feel lighter. Brighter.

He gave himself over to that feeling and let Damon drive. He licked and sucked, and when Damon wanted him to take more, he took more. When he pulled out of Nash's mouth and jerked himself, Nash went to work on his balls. Gently sliding one into his mouth, torturing him with pleasure until Taylor spoke, quiet and reverent. Desperation came off him in waves. Or maybe it belonged to all of them.

"Please," was all Taylor said, and Nash was on his feet. He tore his pants open and shoved them down, kicking out of them. Fuck slow and easy. To hell with putting on a show for him. Nash needed him. Needed to touch and kiss him. He climbed onto the bed, stripped bare just like Taylor, and slid on top of him.

Taylor's arms wrapped around him and he pulled him down, not that he needed any further urging. Their kisses were wild and frenzied. Somewhere beyond that, outside of their lust bubble, he heard Damon rustle around in the nightstand before the bed dipped and he joined them. With Damon situated behind him, it was Nash's turn to writhe and moan as two lube-slick fingers pressed against his hole, teasing him open with a long, steady press.

"You should see him like this, Taylor. His hole is so tight. He's so greedy for it. Can you feel it?" Damon asked. Nash wondered if Damon expected a response beyond the sudden frantic whimper that came from Taylor or the moan that he tore out of Nash when those fingers brushed over his prostate.

"Please, Nash." Taylor broke the kiss and begged against the corner of Nash's mouth. "I need you in me, please."

Nash was sure that Taylor said please about a half dozen more times. Every time he said it, Damon teased Nash, gently stroking his fingers in and out, over that bundle of nerves, lighting Nash up inside like a firework.

Damon pulled out. "Open him up, Nash. Nice and slow."

Nash sat up and made a circle in the air with his finger. "Turn over for me. Hands and knees."

Taylor looked like he was trying not to appear too eager, and if he failed…well, Nash would keep that to himself. Once Taylor was settled on his hands and knees, chest pressed into the mattress, legs spread wide, Nash lubed his fingers and teased Taylor's hole, making circles around the rim, spreading the lube before pressing inside.

A moan erupted out of Taylor, and Nash's cock throbbed in response. He was hard as granite, and he couldn't wait to get inside Taylor. And somehow, while he worked his fingers deeper into Taylor's hole, marveling at the curve of his ass, the way his back bent and his legs spread wider, Damon reached between them and deftly rolled a condom down Nash's cock.

Nash turned his head and Damon captured his mouth, tangling their tongues together for a brief moment before pulling away. He caught Damon's gaze and the affection he saw there knocked the wind out of him.

Then Taylor wriggled beneath him, grinding himself backward. He'd been patient enough. Nash smoothed his hands down Taylor's back, smiling at the way he arched into his touch. Then Nash lined his cock up with Taylor's hole and pressed inside through the tight ring of muscle.

It resisted a little at first, then Damon told Taylor to breathe and it gave way, taking Nash in, pulling, luring him into his depths like a siren. Nash drowned willingly. Taylor's hands gripped the bedding. Nash gripped Taylor and he pushed deeper, as deep as he would go. Then a hand was placed against his back, between his shoulders, and Damon urged him to lean forward.

Nash obeyed, panting and biting back moans because already it was so good. So hot and tight and all-consuming. And then Damon was nudging in behind him, kissing his back. Sliding his cock into place, waiting. Nash took a deep breath and Damon thrust into him all at once, just the way Nash liked it. Fast and firm. He felt consumed by Damon. By both of his men. It was like Damon was giving him to Nash, pressing him deeper into Taylor as he buried himself inside Nash.

Nash leaned forward and braced his hands on the bed. His head bowed and he took a few deep breaths, trying to control himself. He'd never done this before. Felt this connection in more ways than just physical. It was transcendent. Like Damon was owning them both in this moment, fucking Taylor and using Nash to do it. Nash wasn't sure he'd survive this. It was too good. Too big and bright and everything.

Damon fisted Nash's hair in one hand and sank into him hard and deep, and Nash had to do everything in his power to stop himself from coming.

He'd imagined this exact thing, but nothing he thought of came close. Imagination had only gotten him so far. It only provided the visual. The what if. The "I wonder what it would be like." And though he'd dreamed of it, the reality of it was too good to put into words.