What He Fears Page 12

  Andrew knelt on the bed, doing his best to ignore the condom and the bottle of lube that appeared out of nowhere. He crawled toward Rory, who openly stared at him. The weight of their gazes on him made him self conscious. Rory’s finger crooked, and he raised an eyebrow. “Come here, Andrew. Let me hold you.”

  Andrew climbed up the bed and into Rory’s arms. It was a little awkward, and a lot hot, the way their cocks were squished together between their bodies, but Rory wrapped his arms around him and smoothed his hands over Andrew’s skin as he pressed a kiss to his lips and any awkwardness he felt, vanished.

  Andrew gasped in Rory’s mouth when hands slid up the back of his thighs. Nick gripped each globe of Andrew’s ass firmly. He used his knees to spread Andrew’s legs apart. The mattress dipped when Nick placed a hand on it and leaned down. Andrew clung to Rory, who stroked a hand over Andrew’s cheek, as Nick kissed and licked his way down the center of Andrew’s back.

  Andrew guessed what was coming, but nothing prepared him for the sensation of fingers parting his cheeks, and a hot, wet, tongue sliding over his exposed hole.

  Andrew gasped and broke the kiss. His chest heaved, and he buried his face in the crook of Rory’s shoulder.

  “Fuck.” Andrew whimpered as Nick’s tongue traced along the rim.

  Nick’s hand smoothed up Andrew’s back as Rory’s smoothed down. Andrew wondered if they were looking at each other. He could’ve sworn their fingers touched before Nick’s hands slid back down to spread Andrew’s cheeks again.

  Rory kissed the top of Andrew’s shoulder. “Relax, Andrew.” He crooned in a low tone. “Deep breath.”

  Andrew inhaled as Nick licked him slowly. He started at Andrew’s balls, then slowly dragged his tongue across Andrew’s taint, then slid it around his rim. He panted against Rory as Nick’s tongue stabbed at the muscle, loosening it. He moaned against Rory’s skin. His hands never stopped moving across Andrew’s skin. He stroked him, soothed him, whispered calming words in his ear.

  “You’re so good Andrew.” Rory crooned as Nick’s finger breached his ass. It didn’t sting, or hurt, but the intrusion felt strange. Nick gripped Andrew’s ass with his other hand and kneaded the flesh. He rocked forward, his aching cock had leaked pre-cum all over Rory.

  “Nicky’s going to open you up, Andrew. He’s going to take it nice and slow for you.” Rory peppered kisses along Andrew’s shoulder as he spoke. His fingertips dragged down Andrew’s ribcage, mapping the gentle hills of his rib bones. “Aren’t you, Nicky?”

  Behind him, Nick growled. “God, yes. You should see this ass, Roar. Fucking perfection.”

  Andrew closed his eyes and let the world disappear. Rory beneath him, Nick behind him. It was all that existed. It was the only thing he needed. Nick fucked him with a single finger for a long time, until the intrusion didn’t feel like an intrusion anymore and he started to rock back on Nick’s finger, seeking more.

  “Take a breath, Andrew.” Rory cooed quietly. His tongue slid along the shell of Andrew’s ear, causing him to shudder. Andrew inhaled and something bigger than a single finger entered him. He hissed through clenched teeth, then Rory grabbed Andrew’s face and crushed their mouths together.

  Rory’s tongue invaded his mouth and helped dull the sting of the penetration.

  “Fuck, that’s so hot. The two of you. Christ, Andrew. You don’t know how much I want you right now.”

  Andrew broke away from the kiss. Sweat started to bead across his forehead. His body felt infinitely light, like they had pumped him full of sunshine and bliss and when Nick’s fingers twisted, then pulled out of Andrew’s ass, he felt suddenly, unbearably empty.

  “Please, Nick. Please.” Andrew couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted something so bad, bad enough to be willing to beg for it, maybe never. But he wanted it now. Wanted Nick inside him and Rory under him. He wanted to be surrounded by them, to share this with them.

  Rory cradled the back of Andrew’s head. His slender fingers caressed his scalp and his other hand smoothed down Andrew’s side. “Shhhh.” Rory’s lips ghosted against Andrew’s cheek. “Nicky’s going to give you what you need.”

  Rory bucked his hips, grinding into Andrew, pinning their erections together. His attention was redirected for a moment. He couldn’t help but tense when he heard a condom wrapper tear behind him. The sound of the lube bottle clicking open was followed by a squelching sound as Nick lubed his cock.

  “Kiss me, Andrew.”

  Andrew gasped against Rory’s mouth when the head of Nick’s cock pressed against his ass.

  “Just kiss me.” Rory commanded again before using his hand and yanking Andrew down to his mouth. His chest heaved, his tongue sought Rory’s, and he kissed him. He fisted the bedding as Nick slid in, inch by inch, a slow descent into ecstasy.

  Andrew whimpered into Rory’s mouth. He felt full. Stretched. Flayed wide open, body and soul. Nick stopped when he was fully seated and Andrew felt Nick’s legs tremble.

  Nick smoothed a hand up Andrew’s back, then down again, waiting patiently for a signal, for permission to move, to chase the euphoria that Andrew imagined they felt. Beneath him Rory was soft and pliant, but steady and soothing. He pressed more gentle kisses against Andrew’s mouth and when he nodded and Nick started to move, he plunged both his hands into Andrew’s hair, and kissed him hard.

  Nick slid out, then back in. His hands gripped Andrew’s hips. His weight pinned Andrew against Rory as his pace increased. Too breathless to keep kissing, he pulled away and rested his forehead against Rory’s.

  Nick pulled back, then slammed into Andrew. His cock pressed against Andrew’s prostate, briefly, but the touch felt like an explosion inside him. His body jerked, his trapped cock glided against Rory’s and Andrew cried out in a voice too high pitched to be his. “Oh holy fuck. That’s intense.” Andrew’s grip on the sheets tightened.

  “You’re doing so good, Andrew.” Rory’s hands continued their mission to stroke every bit of available skin they could reach. Rory arched his hips and bucked against Andrew. Andrew’s balls tightened and he whimpered again in a tone dripping with desperation. “Shhh. It’s okay, Andrew. You’re doing so good. Taking Nicky’s cock so good. You’re a good boy, Andrew. Isn’t he a good boy, Nicky?”

  Nick slammed into Andrew, then his chest pressed against Andrew’s back, he braced himself to keep most of his weight off them, but the sudden warmth, and the proximity of both men made him feel as if he were in a cocoon, all wrapped up in skin and dripping with sweat, he felt safe, and cherished. Then Nick’s breath washed over the back of his neck and Nick’s lips touched Andrew’s skin. A kiss was pressed below his ear and Nick’s low voice was accompanied by the tilted hips and a thrust so deep he saw stars behind his eyes. “He’s a good boy. So good for us, Roar. Our boy.”

  Andrew wanted to agree. He wanted to pant out the words and tell them he was theirs for as long as they would have him, but he couldn’t. Instead he let go of the bedding and clung to Rory as Nick fucked him, faster and faster. With every thrust, Andrew’s cock glided against Rory’s.

  Behind him, Nick’s voice could be heard, but Andrew couldn’t make out what he was saying above the roar of blood in his ears, the rasping breaths that mingled with Rory’s and his own desperate whimpers and cries as the dual sensations shattered him. His orgasm ripped through him. He pushed back against Nick, taking him deeper, then thrust forward, his cock sliding against Rory’s skin as he screamed and came. Andrew felt Nick orgasm, his cock grew, impossibly, and Nick’s grip on Andrew was unforgiving and would probably leave bruises on his hips.

  Andrew collapsed against Rory, who chuckled darkly and peppered his shoulder with kisses as he stroked his hands up and down Andrew’s back. Andrew hissed a little when Nick pulled out. The bed dipped when Nick climbed out and Andrew was left to wonder where he’d gone. A minute later the bed dipped again.

  “Come here.” Nick smoothed his hand down Andrew’s back. Andrew climbed off Rory, who
smiled up at him with warmth and affection.

  “Go to Nicky. He needs to cuddle you for a while.” Rory reached up and brushed Andrew’s cheek with the tips of his index and middle fingers. “You were beautiful, Andrew.” Rory glanced at Nick. “Thank you.”

  Andrew wondered what Rory thanked him for, then he saw Nick pass Rory a washcloth. Rory wiped it down his chest and stomach, mopping up the cum. Andrew glanced down and strangely, pride swelled in him when he realized that Rory had come too.

  Nick reached for Andrew and pulled him close. He cupped Andrew’s cheek in his palm, warmth and mirth and something that looked a lot like happiness made Nick’s smile sparkle as he leaned in and brushed a tender kiss to Andrew’s lips. Nick kissed him for a long time. After, Rory rolled over and molded himself to Andrew’s back, his arm slung around Andrew’s middle. And later, Andrew fell asleep in the arms of both men.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Nick

  By the time Andrew stirred, Rory had kissed Nick good morning, then slid out of bed. He ruffled his fingers through Nick’s hair and told him to stay in bed with Andrew while he worked in his studio. Being an obscenely early hour, Nick gladly went back to sleep with Andrew curled into his side, his arm slung around Nick’s middle, and his deep, even breaths washing over his skin.

  Andrew climbing back into bed roused Nick. Nick smiled, not yet willing to open his eyes as Andrew burrowed back under the covers and snuggled into Nick’s side.

  “Good morning.” Nick’s voice was thick with sleep, his brain still stuck halfway between being asleep and fully awake. He wrapped his arms around Andrew and cracked an eye open before he kissed him on the forehead. “How do you feel?”

  Andrew sighed, and if possible, snuggled closer. “Good.”

  “Not sore?”

  He shook his head, then his hand pressed against Nick’s stomach and slid slowly across. “You were perfect. You both were.” Andrew’s hand trailed closer to Nick’s morning erection but stopped shy of touching it. Before Nick could entertain any of the ideas that flashed through his mind, Andrew pulled his hand away. “Let’s go for a run.”

  Nick pulled him closer and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Didn’t burn enough calories last night?”

  Nick’s joke was rewarded with a playful huff and bright smile as Andrew pulled away and climbed out of bed. “Where’s Rory?”

  Nick reluctantly left the comfort of his bed and went to the dresser. He pulled out a couple pairs of shorts and tossed one to Andrew. “He’s locked down in his studio. He’ll be there for hours.”

  “He designs his own jewelry, right?”

  Nick nodded and pulled his shorts up. “He’s brilliant at it. I’m going to use the bathroom real quick, then we can grab a bite and hit the road.”

  Andrew nodded. “Sounds good. I’ll be in the kitchen.” He seemed to hesitate for a second before he turned and left the room. He appeared to be skittish and Nick hadn’t seen him act like that in weeks. Nick quickly freshened up, drained his bladder, and met Andrew in the kitchen. He wouldn’t press yet, he knew that Andrew needed a few miles under his belt before Nick would be able to get him to open up. He needed that time to churn everything around in his head some more before he’d be ready to talk.

  He started to worry that he’d pushed Andrew too far, that last night proved to be too much for him and that he was gearing up for the, it’s-not-going-to-work, conversation. Then, after a silent and slightly tense breakfast of fruit and toast, Andrew grabbed Nick’s hand. When he smiled at Nick, he looked mostly relaxed and not at all like anyone who was about to end a relationship.

  Nick smiled back. “Come on.” Nick tugged him toward the door.

  “Any idea where to go from here?”

  “Yeah, I run here all the time.”

  “We’ve been running in the park for months.”

  “Yeah, well, there’s this guy, and he likes running in the park and watching the ducks in the pond. And sometimes, when we’re done, we stop at a little cafe and get a drink and talk some more.”

  Andrew laughed quietly and slipped his running shoes on. “You spoil me.”

  Nick opened the front door and stepped outside. “I spoil myself,” he said. “It’s no hardship to drive a few minutes to meet you for a run, or to go to your gym and stare at your ass while you climb the wall. I like spending time with you.”

  Andrew blushed, it was a look Nick would never tire of seeing on his face. “Lead the way,” he said, motioning to their surroundings.

  Rory lived in a quiet suburb on the edge of town, surrounded by trees and nature trails. The trails were good for hiking, but too uneven for running. Nick led Andrew down his usual, looping route. Rory might love the trees and the birds and the Zen of nature, but Nick preferred people. He liked the routine of seeing the same houses, the same people, the same streets. The suburb Rory had purchased his house in was the perfect balance of city life meeting nature. And it was only a fifteen-minute commute to his jewelry store.

  Nick waited until they’d ran over half his route before he broached the subject. “What did you think of last night?” He glanced at Andrew from the corner of his eye.

  A smile flashed across Andrew’s face. “It was good.”

  “Only good?” Nick balked. “I was fan-fucking-tastic.”

  Andrew didn’t break stride as he spoke. “Okay, so maybe it was more than good. I’ve never experienced anything like it. You were so caring and sweet and I was nervous as hell and Rory,” Andrew’s steps slowed as his words trailed off.

  Nick stopped and turned to look at him. “Tell me. I want to know.” He reached for Andrew’s hand and entwined their fingers. Anticipation made his skin tight, but he smiled at Andrew and tugged him along, walking now, instead of running.

  “He’s... unexpected.”

  Nick chuckled. “I know exactly what you mean. The first time I saw him, it was at a private party. I wasn’t with anyone then, and everyone knew I was shopping for a Dom. I’d heard about Rory. His reputation preceded him and I was eager to meet him. I’d built him up in my head to be this massive, larger-than-life person, and when he walked into the room and everyone stilled and stared and whispered, I thought, here it is, the moment I’ve always been waiting for.”

  Nick took a breath and let the memory sharpen in his mind. “He was so not what I’d expected to see. I thought he’d be this huge, guy. In my head he was built like Thor, tall, dark, muscular. And then this guy with blue hair marches into a room wearing black jeans, and nothing else. His hair was blue and slicked back and I stood there and stared at him because he owned the room. His presence was larger than life. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.”

  “And you lived happily ever after?”

  Nick scoffed. “Hell no. He called me out for my breach of protocol, subs are not supposed to gawk openly at Doms. It wasn’t until I dropped to my knees and begged for him to forgive me that he paid any sort of positive attention to me.”

  “What happened next?”

  “Oh god. I was mortified at my behavior, of ogling a Dom so openly. I went to him and knelt and kissed his feet and then I waited to see if he was going to forgive me. I was humiliated, kneeling there in front of everyone, being ignored, and my fucking cock gets in on the act and is hard as a rock. Finally, after, I don’t know how long, fifteen minutes, he tells me to look at him. So I look at him and he looks at me and his eyebrow twitches and he says, good boy, in that fucking buttery voice of his and I was a goner.”

  “And you like that? Knowing you’re good?”

  Nick didn’t laugh, but he did grin at Andrew. “Sure. Don’t you?” To test the theory, Nick stopped and tugged Andrew closer. He drew Andrew’s body close to his. He leaned in until they were almost kissing, then spoke. “Kiss me, Andrew.”

  For a couple of terrifying seconds, Nick worried that Andrew might not kiss him. Then, he leaned in and pressed his lips to Nick’s in a demure, non-hungry way that had him wishing they were alone in the
woods so he could command Andrew to sink to his knees so he could whip out his cock and command that Andrew do the same to it. Nick filed that breath-stealing fantasy away.

  “Good boy, Andrew. That was a lovely kiss, thank you.” Andrew blinked at him with wide eyes and Nick smiled softly. “Did you like hearing that you were good, that I liked it when you did what you were told?”

  Andrew swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbed and then he nodded. “Yeah.” His voice was unexpectedly husky. He cleared his throat, his cheeks seemed to be hued by a permanent blush lately. “I don’t understand why, though.”

  “Why what? Why you like praise? It’s human nature, Andrew. Praise makes people feel accepted and appreciated. It’s nice to know that we can please the people we care about. It makes us feel good, and there’s nothing wrong with feeling good.” Andrew nodded, and they continued walking back toward Rory’s house. An idea struck Nick. “I have some books at my place that you might be interested in reading. They’re about submission and sexuality. I could bring them over for you.”

  “Or we could go and get them. I’d like to see where you live.”

  Nick nodded and instead of retreating back into Rory’s house and showering off after their aborted run, they climbed into Nick’s truck and headed to his condo in a different part of town.

  Nick pulled up outside of his building, a six-story complex that held twelve units. He used his key and opened the security door, then grabbed the mail from his overstuffed mailbox before taking Andrew up to his third-floor unit.

  Nick walked in and flipped on a light. He tossed his mail down on the counter and kicked his shoes off. “The books are in my bedroom. I’ll grab them for you. Did you want something to drink?”

  Andrew shook his head and shoved his hands in his pockets. When Nick had retrieved the books and returned, Andrew still hadn’t moved. There was a strange expression on his face as he glanced around Nick’s condo.

  “Your plant is dead.”

  Nick peeked around the corner into the living room and saw the dead plant. He frowned and collected the pot, noting that the soil was so dry that it had pulled away from the edge of the planter. “Shit.” Nick dropped the dead plant into the sink and handed the books to Andrew.