Page 16 of Silent Fidelity
“Even then,” he swore, nodding his head. “You and Spike are what matters, little one. I made the mistake of trying to hide you two, and it damn near cost me what matters most. I’m never making that mistake again, you hear me?”
My lips trembled, but I managed to keep my tears in. Instead, I cupped his jaw and leaned in, smoothing my lips over his. He groaned low in his throat before tightening his arms around me, his palms pressing to my back to tug me hard up against his body. I shivered and moaned when his tongue plunged deep in my mouth.
“As hot as this is,” Spike murmured, suddenly right at my ear and making me squeak in surprise, “dinner is ready, and our boy needs to eat, babe.”
Richard grunted but separated our lips. I was breathing heavily, my dick hard in my jeans. I was so tempted to say fuck dinner, but I knew Spike and Richard would never let me go without eating.
Richard speared me with a gaze so hot, I shivered all the way from the top of my head to my toes. “That’ll hold,” he rasped, then gently set me on my feet. “Head to the living room, little one, and find something to watch. Spike and I will get your food together.”
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Richard
Kalin shifted in front of me for the umpteenth time, his ass rubbing on my dick, which had been hard as a rock for the past thirty minutes of us watching this show. It was a steamy as fuck BL show called My Stubborn. Kalin seemed really into it, but I was pretty sure Spike and I were on the same page.
We weren’t about to watch much more of this show, and not because it wasn’t good. It was too good. And the sex scenes were driving me crazy. I hadn’t been with my boys in months. Hadn’t touched them or worshiped them properly due to them being on tour, and I was desperate.
Judging by the tent in the front of Spike’s sweatpants, he wasn’t fairing much better than I was.
I nuzzled the back of Kalin’s neck, then skimmed my nose along the column of his throat. He shifted a little, his head shifting on Spike’s chest. After dinner, we’d moved to my bed so the three of us could cuddle together, and I was grateful for it. I wouldn’t have to wait to get the two of them in here.
I slid my palm up Kalin’s shirt, pushing the offending fabric up until my thumb brushed his sensitive nipple. He sucked in a sharp breath, grinding back against me like he couldn’t help himself. I hissed a breath through my teeth and nipped at the nape of his neck, making him moan.
“We finally going to stop pretending like we’re not two seconds away from ripping each other’s clothes off?” Spike asked, rolling onto his side to face Kalin, displacing our boy from his chest, who grunted in displeasure at being forced to move.
“Sure fucking hope so,” I muttered. I tugged at Kalin’s shirt. “Get this off, little one.”
Kalin obediently lifted his arms, allowing me to tug his shirt up and off. I tossed it somewhere across the room, not caring where it landed. Then, he and Spike were kissing. Kalin softened between us immediately, his hands slipping beneath Spike’s shirt to touch his abs.
I leaned up on my elbows, just wanting to watch them. Spike and Kalin were so fucking beautiful together. An artist would kill to paint this kind of scene.
Spike broke away from Kalin long enough to pull his own shirt off, and then, he was rolling slightly on top of our boy to kiss him harder and deeper, all while one of his hands worked on undoing Kalin’s jeans. I got the silent memo and helped work them down Kalin’s legs until he was bare beneath Spike, all his long legs and lean muscle on display for me to ogle.
“So fucking beautiful,” I rasped as I slid my fingers over Kalin’s hip and up his rib cage. “You going to take us both, little one?”
He whined into Spike’s mouth, his hips thrusting up against Spike’s hip. Spike groaned and lifted his head to look at me, his lips red and kiss swollen. Unable to help myself, I wrapped my hand around the back of Spike’s neck and tugged his lips to mine, kissing him and tasting Kalin on his tongue. Fuck.
“Guess you better stretch him well,” Spike rasped once we parted.
Then, he rolled so he was on his back and Kalin was straddling his hips. Before Kalin could do anything, he tugged our boy down to kiss him again. I hummed in approval before snatching the lube out of my nightstand drawer. Then, I moved between Spike’s bent, spread thighs so I could stretch Kalin and prepare him to take us both at the same time.
Kalin loved feeling us inside him at once. It was always hard for him to fit us both at first, but once he relaxed, he was a whore for how well we stretched him. And Christ, fucking him and gliding my cock along Spike’s at the same time was enough to make me delirious every goddamn time.
Kalin moaned when I circled his rim. I groaned appreciatively as he pushed back, urging me on. Our boy knew what he wanted, and he was shameless in going after it.
“I’ve got you, little one,” I soothed right before I slipped my finger inside him.
“You’re leaking so much, baby,” Spike rasped. He slipped one of his hands between them, and Kalin whimpered. “We’ve barely started touching you, and you’re already a wet mess.”
“Spike…” Kalin moaned. “Don’t—” he gasped when I stroked my finger over that sensitive spot inside him— “tease me.”
“Tease you?” Spike shook his head. “Never, baby. But if I start jacking your dick, you’re going to come too soon, and you’re not coming until we’re both inside you and filling you up.”
Kalin fucking mewled at the mere suggestion, and my dick leaked onto the sheets. Our boy was such a needy little baby, and we both loved it so much. Couldn’t get enough of him when he was so desperate for us, he wasn’t truly aware of the things he did and said.
“More,” Kalin gasped. “Please.”
“Fuck, you always beg so prettily,” Spike groaned before kissing him again.
