21. Damon

CHAPTER 21

DAMON

Maybe this would crash and burn. What they had was supernova bright and Damon basked in the glow of it. It didn't matter that Nash was the one inside Taylor because they were all connected in this primal way. All instinct and urges, driving him forward, again and again.

His hands gripped Nash tightly, pinning him in place as he thrust. Damon leaned forward, mirroring the way Nash's head bent down, and he mouthed wet kisses against Nash's too-hot skin. The pink flush of good sex tinted Nash's neck and spread slowly across his shoulders. Damon loved that he knew Nash's body well enough to know that about him. That he could see the effect they were having on him made Damon want to puff out his chest.

And somewhere on the other side of Nash, Taylor squirmed and whimpered and buried his moans into the pillows. The rhythm changed a bit when Taylor's eager body slid back to meet Damon's forward thrusts, as though they could somehow feel each other through Nash.

The most breathtaking sight was Taylor and the expression on his face when he turned to catch Damon's eye.

"Kiss me," he pleaded. Face shiny with sweat, tinted pink. Pouty lips sparkling with moisture. He had wide, wild, eyes framed by his impossibly long lashes. Taylor was easily the most beautiful man Damon had ever seen. It did things to him that he couldn't name to have an ethereal beauty like Taylor look at him the way he was.

It wasn't the best angle for a kiss, and it was more of a meeting of mouths and a sharing of space than it was a real kiss. Tongues tangled as their bodies rocked together. There had never been a better moment in Damon's entire life. Nash pulled away after that, leaning forward, one arm reaching under Taylor, who suddenly let out a series of gasps and swear words and sweet little endearments like f uck me harder , and oh yeah, right there, don't stop, holy shit .

Taylor came first, swearing and rocking back as Nash jerked him, taking as much of Nash's dick as he could.

Damon slid his hands up Nash's back and grabbed the top of his shoulders. He held on tight and drilled into him. The sound of skin slapping together wasn't loud enough to drown out the chorus of moans and whimpers from him and his men.

Damon's legs were burning, but he couldn't stop, couldn't dare quit before Nash found his release.

Then Taylor was wiggling out from under Nash and pulling the condom off his cock. Damon slowed his pace when Taylor flopped down and offered his mouth to Nash.

Nash let out a groan, long and guttural, and Damon laughed softly as he watched Nash fall apart, thrust by thrust.

Was it normal to be this happy? This over-the-moon kind of elation wasn't something Damon was used to, but he didn't care. He wanted it. Craved it like a thirsty man stumbling upon a fresh spring of crisp, cold water.

"Tay—I'm close," Nash warned, but Taylor didn't seem concerned about that. Damon fucked Nash through his orgasm that Taylor greedily swallowed every drop of. He fucked him until Nash whimpered and pulled away, hissing slightly as Damon's cock slid out of his ass.

The condom was off in a split-second and then Damon was jerking himself to completion, painting Nash's skin. He spread it around on Nash's ass like the world's lewdest finger-painting. Damon scrunched his face at the strange visual and sat back on his heels. He was drunk on sex and not upset about it in the least. Especially when Taylor untangled himself from Nash and crawled over to him.

Kneeling in front of him, Taylor wound his arms around Damon and moaned as he slanted their mouths together. Taylor tasted like Nash, all salty and slightly bitter. The bed jiggled when Nash flopped down and Damon broke out of the kiss to see him stretched out on his side, legs bent. Skin glowing pink with his half hard cock resting on his leg.

"Don't mind me. Continue."

But they didn't. Instead, Taylor collapsed down next to Nash and tugged Damon down with him, letting out an oomph when Damon landed on him.

"I can move," Damon offered, only to be stopped by Taylor's arms, holding him tighter.

"Don't you dare. No one is leaving this bed."

"Ever?"

"Well, at least until we all catch our breath. That was phenomenal." Taylor let out a happy sigh. Nash flung an arm over Damon and snuggled in closer.

There was a specific kind of peace of mind that spread over Damon as he lay there with both his men in one big pile of skin and spent energy. Taylor lazily dragged his fingers up and down Damon's bare flesh.

"I didn't even hear you come in," Taylor said to Nash. "Did the two of you plan that? Or do you normally sneak around your own apartment like a burglar?"

Nash laughed softly. "Our sweet Damon is a double agent. Yes, he texted me that the two of you were heading to my place. He didn't, however, say that you were going to be here to sneak foliage into my apartment."

"I wasn't sure if you saw them or not." Damon slid his hand up Nash's arm. Still sentimental and fuck-drunk, the contact soothed him. Falling asleep here would be as easy as closing his eyes.

"I can take them back if you don't like them." Taylor sounded unsure and Damon moved off of him so Taylor was now in the middle. Damon wrapped his arms around Taylor and dropped kisses onto his shoulder.

"You'll have to help me care for them, that's all." Nash propped himself up on his elbow and gazed down at Taylor. Damon liked the way they looked together. From Taylor's soft eyes to Nash's sharp jawline, to the difference in their hair color and the way they both had blue eyes, but Nash's were light, like a cloudless summer sky. And Taylor's were dark and rich like gemstones.

"I can do that," Taylor purred and tugged Nash closer, again slanting their mouths together. Damon watched them, glad that he could stare and enjoy the view. He belonged here with them; that much was clear to him.

Damon fell down the rabbit hole of what it would mean to be with Nash all the time. Waking up with him. Going to bed with him. Lying there every night playing on his phone while Nash read. But Taylor was in the image now, too. Curled up between them, switching who he wanted to cuddle with. Talking to Nash about books and to Damon about everything else.

But they'd been with Taylor such a short time compared to their own relationship. It was probably premature to be thinking so seriously about Taylor moving in with them. Them. Holy shit. Damon was going to move in with Nash.

Fingers trailed down Damon's cheek and he returned to the present with a start to find Nash staring into his soul, reading all his secrets. Not that Damon had any more left. He'd given them all to Nash because he loved him.

"Where'd you go?" Nash asked him, cupping Damon's cheek in his hand.

"Nowhere," Damon replied, turning his head to kiss Nash's palm. "I'm right here."

Taylor let out a soft groan. "I hate to be a killjoy, but I have to get home. I've got work in the morning and I have to be there a little earlier than usual for the delivery."

"You could still stay, go from here." Damon told him. Half wanting him to say yes, half relieved when he said no. It wasn't that he didn't want him there, but he had important things to discuss with Nash.

"I don't have my car with me." Taylor burrowed in closer. "It's fine. We'll see each other again soon."

The three of them made out like teenagers until Taylor finally let out a displeased sigh and extracted himself from their little nest. He shoved his legs into his pants and Damon watched him wiggle his ass to get it into his pants.

"God, I love tight pants on you," Nash said, tearing the words right out of Damon's head.

"My thoughts exactly." Damon stole a kiss from Nash and climbed out of bed. "I'll take him home." The implication that he'd be right back was there, but Nash was still shocked to see him upon his return.

Nash was at the coffee table with his laptop open. The TV was on in the background so Damon knew he wasn't writing. Nash only wrote with music on. TV shows were too distracting.

"I brought dinner." Damon set the bags on the counter. The avocado seed caught his attention and he smiled at it. He liked that there was now a little bit of Taylor here with them.

"Good, because I'm starving." Nash abandoned his laptop and came to the kitchen to help Damon with the food. "What did you get?"

Damon had been in desperate need of comfort food when he'd made the stop for dinner. "Lasagna with garlic bread for myself. Short rib shepherd's pie for you. Apple pie and vanilla ice cream for dessert."

Nash brushed a kiss against Damon's cheek. "Let's sit at the table to eat this."

Nash dug into the drawer for a couple of forks before taking his order over to his usual spot, facing the balcony. Damon took the opposite chair and they popped the cardboard lids off their dinners.

Damon could feel the weight of Nash's questions, but he said nothing. He didn't know how to say it. Nash was the one who was good with words. Damon had read some of his stuff, just to see what the fuss was about. And Nash was good. He was better than good. It wasn't a wonder that his detective series had gone over so well.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong or do I have to pry it out of you? I'm not above tickle torture." Nash shoved a forkful of food into his mouth, managing to look hot and alluring and like every dream Damon had ever had, all come true at once.

The words swelled up in him, clamoring to escape before Damon could think twice about saying them. He'd never said them to a man before. Never felt them about anyone before Nash. His family wasn't close and declarations of affection weren't things that were done. Were it not for knowing the Bennetts and the easy way they were together, the way they cared about each other and said as much, Damon might not have believed in any kind of love at all. Not romantic and certainly not familial.

But Nash had taught him about romantic love. Real love. Tangible and right there across the table from him. And Taylor was teaching him about new love. Love that came unexpectedly, but was given freely with a warmth that stole Damon's breath if he thought about it too much.

"I love you," Damon said. "I know we've already established that. But I love you. I have for a long time, probably. And what I guess I'm trying to say is that…yes, I do want to live with you. I want this life we're building. And I want…" Damon stopped and wet his lips. Swallowed jagged nerves and took a breath. "I want it to involve Taylor. Whatever this next step with us looks like, I don't want him left out. Or to feel like an afterthought. I know that we've not been involved for a long time, but he's important to me." Damon let out the rest of his breath. The tension dropped out of his shoulders and Nash reached across the table and took his hand.

"I love you too. Of course we'll involve Taylor in the move. We'll make a space for him when he's ready to take it. And we can do something special for him, something to show him how much we care about him." Nash's gaze softened. "Is that what you were so worried about telling me? That you want Taylor to be in our lives in a permanent way?"

Damon nodded. "I wouldn't be mad if he just moved in with us, you know."

"I wouldn't be mad either. I was even thinking of moving closer to the diner. There's a nice building over there and it's about the same distance to your work as this place is. Plus, the views are better and the building is newer. I was looking at the listing my realtor sent when you came in."

"I want to help pay for it."

Nash shook his head. "That's sweet, and I know you want to contribute, but let me do this and you can contribute in other ways. We'll need a bigger bed. Probably a new, stain-resistant couch too."

Damon shook his head and laughed. "You win. You take care of the roof over our heads and I'll help furnish it."

"Take Taylor with you. He has better taste."

"I still want to do something special for him. I don't want him to feel like we purposely left him out of all the planning."

Nash's smile widened. "I think I have an idea."