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Easy weeks were hard to come by in Ethan’s chosen profession. Yet, he dealt with the hard ones, almost too easily at this point in his career. He made coffee, brought his work home, went to work on five hours of sleep, and slept for over nine consecutive hours about every two to three weekends. He had his system. He had his ways of coping with all his struggles. Work helped, more than others realized; grief could be drowned out better when he was surrounded by paperwork or stopping illegal operations.
He had barely slept for four weeks, now. The reason wasn’t important, anymore; it was always the same. A case; a druggie, a cartel leader, a trafficker, a killer, a rapist – really, what was the difference, in the most clinical of his professional standpoint. Of course there was a moral difference, and Ethan had strong morals, but the police force had taught him to add a sort of detached indifference to his cases. Outside of work, sure, there was a difference, but the tight regulations of his blue uniform didn’t let him act on those differences.
Christian and Alex were worried.
He could tell because when he came out of his room for coffee, Christian was leaning against the counter, swinging the cord of the coffee machine where it had earlier been plugged into the wall.
“Sorry,” said Christian sweetly, “you’re cut off.”
Ethan glanced over to the kitchen table, where Alex was pretending to read – Ethan squinted – The Man the Moment Demands. His eyes darted up, cool – not in the hatred than Ethan had become resigned to, but in that stark, defined way that told Ethan he was standing on business.
The business being that, apparently, he and Christian were going to bully Ethan into being taken care of.
Ethan wasn’t stupid. He knew exactly what this was. This was one step away from the intervention that he didn’t have time to deal with.
“I’ll go to bed,” said Ethan. “I’m working overtime this weekend, anyway.”
“No you’re not,” said Christian. Ethan blinked. “I called you off.”
“You—” Ethan began. Christian had done it before, when they had been dating, but Ethan had told everyone that he was no longer dating him. He wasn’t allowed to make decisions like that anymore.
“Your commanding officer was very amenable,” said Christian, and he dropped the cord, pushing himself off the counter and starting to move forward towards Ethan. “Apparently, you have very prominent bags at work as well as home.” He reached Ethan, and put his palm beside his face, rubbing his thumb under his eye. Ethan instinctually pressed into it. “Who knew.”
Ethan waited a little, relishing in the touch of his not boyfriend, letting himself lean into the comfort a little longer than he should have. Christian waited, his eyes becoming half lidded in that fond, sweet expression that Ethan had always found impossible to resist.
“You don’t have authority to do that,” he said, “and you definitely didn’t have my permission.”
“Oh, by all means, you can still show up to work tomorrow,” Christian said brightly, dropping his hand and smiling down at Ethan. Ethan blinked again, now annoyed that he had lost the physical touch. Fuck, he was sleep deprived, wasn’t he – if he was thinking about Christian like this. “But why would you want to when Xander and I have a whole day planned for you?”
That sounded like it wouldn’t bode well for Ethan. He glanced over at Alex, who had stopped pretending to read his book and was now just looking at the two of them with an unreadable expression on his face.
The three of them had a… complicated relationship. It had sort of happened on accident, the three of them, themselves being “not boyfriends.” Originally, it had been Christian and Ethan hooking up, awkward yet undeniably intimate moments that was not helping either of them move on from whatever they had been in the past. It was a bad idea, and Ethan had said so every time, and Christian had seemed to agree with him but never truly said anything.
Then, Ethan had told him he was done with it, and Christian had gone and fucked Alex.
Ethan didn’t blame either of them for it; he had told Chris that he was done. He did his best to try to stay out of their way; if they were going to start something, it was better for him to be as uninvolved as possible.
He was honestly still surprised that it had been Alex who had reached out and not Christian.
“He talks about you.”
“And that doesn’t bother you?”
“I didn’t say that, cop.” There was a pause. “But you’re not a bad person. Not like I thought.” He looked at Ethan finally. “And you still love him, too.”
Ethan didn’t respond to that.
“I can help,” said Alex.
That was how Ethan had found himself in this strange situation.
They had fucked before, the three of them – usually after a particularly grueling week or when Alex and Chris had a three day weekend from Elder’s (Ethan pretended not to notice) and usually it was at Chris’s behest. Christian also screwed both of them at different times. The three of them were very open on what was happening with who, mainly because of Alex; Ethan wouldn’t have cared, but Alex really wanted to work on communication because, for some reason, he really thought that he could fix whatever Ethan and Chris had been.
Ethan didn’t think it would last for much longer until either Ethan or Alex bowed out. It was nice, though.
Christian had also verbalized that he was completely fine with Ethan and Alex fucking without him. Ethan and Alex had just exchanged glances, when that was brought up. Neither of them had initiated anything, yet. Ethan wasn’t sure they ever would, without Chris.
Not that Alex wasn’t handsome.
Not that Ethan would refuse him.
They talked more, though, even without Christian. It was nice; after Alex had rejected his advances for friendship after he was released, Ethan never thought that they would be this way again. It was nice; nostalgic, even. They bickered more than they used to, but even when they got upset, it still had that awkward, friendly undertone that they had been building up again. Patches could be made to broken friendships, healing could took place, and Ethan was sure that they would be fine.
If they didn’t destroy it again through trying to fix whatever Ethan had with Christian.
The man who was, in a classic Christian fashion, currently backing him up into the wall, and grabbing his face with warm, calloused hands so that he could kiss deeply into Ethan.
Ethan sunk into it, his head tilted up to accommodate the taller man. His hands found Christian’s waist, and he rubbed small circles on the rough jean material. This was something he could get behind – he was tired, yes, but he hadn’t had any sort of release for a week and a half, when Christian gave him a morning quickie in the shower. He was tired enough that he let Chris take over his mouth, drinking up the lust that spilled over the edges and seemed to seep into his brain. Christian was a master at everything sexual, and as much as he could be a pillow prince at times, he prided himself in making sure that his partners got an overflow of pleasure.
So, Ethan allowed himself to let go.
Suddenly, Christian’s body was pressed further into his. Christian made an appreciative noise and ground into Ethan, making his already slowly rising dick jump up in acknowledgement. Ethan could just about feel the indent of large hands pressing between just above his hips and where Christian’s groin was pressing into him, and he reached out with his own hands to feel the solid body of Alex behind him. One of Alex’s hands immediately caught his, gripping it before returning it back to Christian’s hip.
“Turn him,” Alex said lowly, and before Ethan could process it Christian broke the kiss, and then he was being swung around until his back hit the warm expanse of Alex’s front. Alex ground into his back, and now he was getting it from both sides.
Functioning like this was… hard.
He panted slightly, letting his head loll back onto Alex’s shoulder, and Christian followed him to initiate another kiss. If Ethan had been easy before, he wasn’t sure what the word for his current state was; Christian violated his mouth with his tongue, biting Ethan’s lips, pushing his tongue down his throat a little, and Ethan stood there, his legs trembling, letting it all happen.
He moaned deeply when Alex started grinding small circles into his ass with the outline of his hard dick. There were about four layers of clothes between them, but Ethan could still feel how big Alex was. He had topped him, exactly once, when they had been running a train on Christian. It hadn’t been Ethan’s first time taking it up the ass, but it had been the first time in a long time; he had never let Christian do it. Even with Alex, he didn’t plan on making it a habit, and the man could take it just as well as he could give it.
Ethan had forgotten exactly how vulnerable being in that position had made him feel.
It was why he didn’t indulge in it. That and cum in his ass was a pain to deal with, besides the actual, literal pain. Getting his prostate directly battered by cock wasn’t worth the aftermath, and Christian fingered him occasionally, anyway; there was no lack of his prostate getting attention with the sexually adapt British man around.
Perhaps tonight…
Well, he’d have to see how it was going to go. If they had plans, Ethan wasn’t quite sure if they had included Ethan’s hole in it.
Christian extracted his mouth from Ethan’s, and Ethan huffed, panting to catch a steady flow of air. Chris, the bastard, was barely winded, and he smirked at where Ethan was pinned between the two hard bodies of muscle. He then leaned up, hooking his hand around Alex’s neck and dragging him down a bit for a kiss. Ethan turned his head to watch them, and his dick jumped a little at the sight; unlike Ethan, Alex was fighting back, and they both consumed each other like there was no need for breath. Ethan held back a gasp as Alex grabbed the back of Christian’s head, pushing his face up into the kiss. Christian moaned in delight, grinding even harder into Ethan’s groin, which did not help him one bit. Finally, he seemed to relent, melting into Alex and Ethan, and the sight of it was going straight into Ethan’s spank bank.
The sight of Alex completely taking over the kiss didn’t exactly hurt the image, either.
Secretly, Ethan had always enjoyed the thought of this. He had been in a threesome once before, with a married couple, but it was more so for one of the men to watch his husband get fucked for his viewing pleasure. It hadn’t been a bad experience, but neither of the men had even so much as kissed before the aftercare. They had been nice; they’d talked about their kids, two little boys (who had been staying at an auntie’s house), and had even answered Ethan’s questions about surrogacy and adoption as a gay couple (both of which they had gone through the process of), but Ethan had left feeling slightly disappointed that he hadn’t seen any sexual action between the two of them (not that he had been entitled to – that was their choice – but there was a reason why they had done this with Ethan; watching two attractive men making out was unbelievably hot).
Christian finally broke the kiss, licking into Alex’s lips one final time before drawing back and looking at Ethan with a smirk. He pecked Ethan’s lips, and Ethan opened his mouth slightly, wondering if he could taste Alex’s saliva if he licked his lips. He glanced back up at Alex and found themselves locking eyes. It was a heady, lust filled gaze, and Ethan felt his thoughts disintegrate – gone, out the window, no more to be found. He didn’t even have to lean up before his face was being pushed again, lips finding his, and a tongue tentatively against his mouth. He opened it, and Alex licked inside, gentler than Christian had been, or than he had been with Christian. It was an awkward position, but Ethan leaned himself into it, putting his hand on Alex’s cheek. They had only kissed a few times, maybe three at the most, and Christian had likened them to fumbling teenagers before.
Remembering that, Ethan shifted his body so that he could deepen the kiss and boldly licked into Alex’s mouth. There was a small pause, before Alex dug his tongue deep into Ethan’s mouth – retaliation or reward, Ethan wasn’t completely sure.
What he did know is that it felt good.
Ethan rocked his hips back, putting in at least the façade of an effort into taking over the kiss, but eventually, as with Christian, Alex took over. His hands went up to Ethan’s chest, thumbing lightly over Ethan’s nipples and causing a small shiver to run down his spine, before sliding down to his waist. One bold hand made its way over the outline of Ethan’s dick, groping it slightly and causing Ethan to see a couple stars behind his eyes. He groaned into the kiss, his hand going behind him to where he felt Alex’s against his ass and groping him back. He swallowed the moan that came from deep in Alex’s throat, and the idle thought of wrecking that voice, making it raspy with nothing but his dick fucking into Alex’s throat, crossed over into his brainwaves.
It was Alex who broke the kiss, this time, and Ethan had to stop himself from whining at the loss. Alex stared at him, pretty pale cheeks flushed pink, and Ethan was sure his face hadn’t retained its natural coloring. He felt his eyelids flutter when Alex squeezed the outline in his pants, and Alex’s icy eyes grew darker with lust.
“That was so fucking hot,” said Christian, and Ethan’s brain processed it just enough so that he thought to turn to look at the other man. “I’m going to be thinking about that the next time I’m in the shower.”
“You’re not the only one,” said Alex, and Ethan groaned as his dick got stroked – up, down – before Alex took his hand away. Internally, he concurred. “I think we should take this to the bedroom.”
“Agreed,” said Christian, and before Ethan could say anything, the man scooped him up into a bridal carry. Ethan yelped, struggling on instinct for a second, before wrapping his arms around Christian’s neck and burying his head into his shoulder.
“I can walk, you know,” he said, as dryly as he could through the air that he was still trying to catch.
“You, you sexy, insufferable cop, are not going to be doing any more walking for at least twelve hours,” said Christian, hitching Ethan’s weight slightly higher. “You’re banned from doing anything besides being taken care of.”
“Hey, now,” said Ethan, finally putting up a real struggle. It was too late; they were already nearing the threshold of Alex’s ridiculously large room with its ridiculously large bed. “I can take care of myself. I was about to go to sleep, anyway.”
“Oh, so you weren’t coming out of your room to get another cup of coffee, Darling?” asked Christian in that annoying, know-it-all British voice. “Forget it, you’re not fooling anyone.”
Ethan, wide eyed, glanced behind him at where Alex was following them. The stupid ice eyed man grinned at him, just as annoying as Christian’s voice. Ethan flipped him off, and Alex’s grin just got wider.
Ethan hated that his heart had skipped a beat. Why, oh why, did he always fall for men who knew exactly how to press his buttons?
“No flipping Xander off,” said Christian cheerfully, depositing him on the bed. “It’s rude.”
“You do it—” Ethan cut himself off. He was getting distracted. “Listen,” he said, starting again and looking between the two men. “I don’t know what you two have planned but I don’t need ‘taking care of—’”
“You’ve been pushing yourself too hard, cop,” said Alex, coming forward and leaning himself over Ethan. “So, this can either go two ways. Either you sleep now, and you’re not allowed to get out of this bed for twelve hours except for the bathroom, or, Christian and I can tire you out and you don’t need to worry about sitting in bed all bored out of your mind into the afternoon.”
Ethan swallowed. “Or, secret third option, you can’t make me do anything without consent.”
Alex shrugged. “There is that, too. And we’d respect it. You saying you don’t want to be pampered?”
“Tell me, Ethan,” said Chris, coming beside Alex. Alex moved out of the way slightly, so that they were both over Ethan. “Tell me, are you really planning to go back to your room and try to finish that stupid ass paperwork on no coffee and a hard dick?”
He had a point.
“Fine,” said Ethan. “Whatever. I guess I’ll be your stupid demanding pillow prince, because you’re probably not going to be letting me do anything.”
“That’s exactly right,” said Christian, glancing at Alex and giving him a wide, knowing grin. Alex smirked back, before his gaze went back to Ethan, and he leaned over him more.
“Somehow,” he said, his voice gravelly, and hot breath making its way into Ethan’s space, “I’m not too worried about that.”
Before Ethan had time to process whatever the hell that meant, Christian was in his lap, pushing him down against the bed. He grabbed the hem off Ethan’s shirt, and Ethan instinctively raised his arms over his head, letting Christian shimmy his clothing up over his head. Christian pulled up the undershirt that was underneath, but let the thin, white material rest above Ethan’s chest, showing his nipples. It was more erotic than simply taking the clothes off, and Christian knew that it drove Ethan just a little bit wild when he did that.
Christian knew a lot about him, in bed. He wondered how much he had told Alex; he knew that Christian had made sly, passing remarks to Ethan about what made Alex tick in the bedroom.
Christian took his own shirt off, and Ethan basked in watching the man’s shirt go up, revealing his navel, his abs – sheer, red material that covered his nipples but did not hide them—
“Fuck, Baby,” Ethan groaned in appreciation, bringing his hands up to palm at the large chest above him. Christian smiled salaciously, bringing Ethan’s hands to his nipples. Ethan tugged on them, twisting them through the fabric. Christian pushed his chest out into his hands, licking his lips as he received pleasure from Ethan’s ministrations. He moaned as Ethan gave them a particularly long twist, arching his back and putting his hands back on Ethan’s thighs behind him. He let Ethan play with them for a minute, twisting the nubs and rubbing them with his thumb, worrying them with his fingernails once or twice, before he leaned back altogether. His face was a little bit red, and he was panting, flushed and starting to sweat, and Ethan felt a little bit of vindication – revenge, for what had happened not five minutes ago.
Not that he was about to have that power for much longer.
He sat up on his elbows as Christian climbed off from him, glancing over to the corner where Alex was. He was naked down to his boxers, hard dick tenting the dark grey fabric. He was hanging up his shirt (which, of course he was), as he glanced over at Christian with dark lust in his eyes as the brunet took off his pants to reveal sheer red boxers that did absolutely nothing to hide his own hard dick. Alex glanced over at where Ethan was looking at him and gave him a small smile before he came over.
“He’s pretty, isn’t he,” he purred, and Ethan looked back at where Christian was pretending to ignore them, fiddling with some lipgloss. “Bet you wanna wreck him, huh.”
Ethan didn’t take his eyes off Christian.
“But first,” he said, “he’s going to wreck you.”
Ethan reluctantly tore his eyes away from Christian to look at Alex. “And you’re not?” he asked, raising an eyebrow up.
Alex blinked, looking a little surprised, before quickly recovering with a smirk. “Oh, you don’t even know, Officer Collins,” he said, “how much of a mess you’re going to be by the time we’re done with you.”
“That’s bold words,” said Ethan, “coming from a man who’s begged me for it in this bed.”
Alex smiled, sweet and saccharine, like honey dripping from his mouth. “Care to make a bet, Ethan?”
Ethan shrugged. “I’m a betting man,” he said lightly. He wasn’t – well, maybe he was, with Christian and Alex and everything else – but he could say it.
“What’s the most times you’ve ever cum in a night?”
Ethan tried not to swallow. “Two,” he said lowly. “How many have you had?”
“I’ll tell you another time. If we can’t get you to have three orgasms.”
Ethan considered it. “And if you do?”
Alex grinned, looking wild and the sort of dangerous that Ethan had become addicted to. Christian must have been rubbing off on him – figuratively as well as literally. “I’ll take you from behind and give you your fourth.”
That sounded – “I’ll take that,” said Ethan. “But I’m adding another condition.”
Alex’s eyes shone with lust. “Oh yeah, cop?”
“If you lose, tomorrow I can return whatever you two jackasses are planning for me.”
Alex smirked. “I’ll take that. Besides,” he leaned in closer, brushing his mouth over Ethan’s ear and whispering, “I wouldn’t mind having my hands tied against the headboard while you rode me.”
Ethan would have been less ashamed of what he let happen next if he had the excuse of his brain short circuiting. It was a close thing, but unfortunately, he was fully aware of Alex manhandling him against the head of the bed and grabbing his wrists to tie the together. “Tug,” said Alex, and Ethan did on instinct, finding just enough give that he could get loose if he wanted to. “Is it good?”
“Sure,” said Ethan, his mind quickly going weirdly blank. He had been tied up before – in the context of Alex being in the room, even, but never by Alex and never so jarringly quick.
“Are you sure—”
“Yes,” said Ethan, looking up at the slight concern in Alex’s face. “Don’t worry about me unless I tell you stop. Until then,” he made himself lax against the sheets, making his expression into those lidded bedroom eyes he had picked up from Christian and looking up “smokily” (how Christian had described it, once) at Alex, “do your worst.”
“Oh, Baby,” Alex said, “you don’t even know what we’re going to do to you.” He grabbed Ethan’s pants, undoing the belt before unzipping it and pulling them down and off. Then, he moved out of the way, and Christian came into view.
Alex was undeniably hot. With plains of scared muscle, white hair and those long, fucking white eyelashes that outlined his ethereal blue eyes and made him look like a winter deity. Broad and tall and every inch of him just begging to be licked, especially those perky pink nipples and the thick cock that curved and Ethan knew could touch him inside in all the right places, he was a work of art. Even without giving any effort to be dressed up.
Ethan wondered if he’d look just as sexy as Christian, the fucking incubus; his hair pushed back and up like Christian knew Ethan found irresistible, long, tan plains of his body with that fucking red material covering nothing and yet adding every bit to the erotic picture that the man was painting, long, long fingers and legs that stretched for miles, climbing up on his chest and swinging themselves over Ethan’s hips to grind the thin material between their dicks together. Ethan could see why Ares hadn’t resisted Aphrodite, why all the gods had wanted her – fiery and passionate and beautiful enough to war over. Christian knew it, too. He looked down, that one sharp, hazel eye alight with lust and mischief, a smirk creeping on those damnable lips that were glossy and round and perfect for craving kisses from. He would do a lot for Christian, normally, not under the influence of lust. He didn’t want to think about what he would do for him like this.
“You want it?” Christian asked, making slow circles with his hips that were causing Ethan to lose his mind.
“Stop – teasing me, damnit—”
“Aw, but this is the funnest part. You want a kiss to make up for it?”
“I’d rather you get on my dick,” Ethan said. His patience was rapidly flying out the window the more Christian looked at him like he was.
“But I am on your dick,” Christian said with a pout, and his hands went down to press on Ethan’s chest as he braced himself, grinding harder and harder into Ethan.
“F-fuck—” Ethan moaned. His brain was filled with globbity glop, and he was one right touch away from spilling in his boxers, which he didn’t think was a good idea if he wanted to be inside Christian in the near foreseeable future.
Alex had been right about Christian wrecking Ethan, and the man hadn’t even started.
“That’s the idea, Darling,” said Christian, going down and giving Ethan some blessed, cursed relief, and making him nearly whine at the loss. He smirked at Ethan like knew exactly what he was doing and pulled his boxers off, letting Ethan’s rock hard dick spring up into the cold air. Ethan actually did whine, a little, at the temperature change, but Christian shushed him, crawling up over him and rucking his clothed dick against Ethan’s bare one.
“Xander’s just going to prep me,” he cooed, almost patronizingly, as if he were talking to an anxious puppy, “and then you’ll be inside me before you know it.”
“Fuck… you,” gasped Ethan, and Christian chuckled darkly, before taking Ethan’s mouth in a kiss.
“Give him a break, Love,” Alex laughed from somewhere behind him, “at this rate, he’s going to cum before you’ve even gotten started.”
Christian made a disgruntled noise, but he pulled his hips up and away from Ethan’s. Ethan bucked up, a little, and both Christian and Alex chuckled, Christian’s hands going to hold down Ethan’s hips in warning. Ethan heard fabric shifting, and then Chris tensed up, before relaxing and moaning. Ethan swallowed it, and his hands twitched, wanting to run them up and down his sides soothingly. He couldn’t, but he leaned up into the kiss, licking his tongue through Christian’s mouth and tilting his face more so that he could go deeper in. Christian’s hands came back up to his shoulders, bracing himself as Alex fingered him. Ethan could imagine it, with the wet, shlicking sound that came from what Ethan could only assume was lube. He wondered if Alex had started with two fingers – Christian usually asked him to, when he was in this sort of mood, but Ethan wasn’t sure if Alex would do something like that. He hadn’t heard them discuss anything – maybe they had beforehand they had started.
He would guess that they had discussed many things before they had started. Probably in great detail.
Christian pulled up from the kiss finally, panting slightly, hot and heavy air blowing into Ethan’s face, and he was sure he was doing the same to Chris. “You ready, Ethan?” he purred salaciously, looking down at him with bedroom eyes.
“If you don’t put my dick inside you in the next five seconds—”
Christian laughed, stealing his words with a kiss just once more time before sitting up, his knees on either side of Ethan’s hips. His hands went behind him, and he held himself open as he sunk down on Ethan, moaning uninhibitedly as he did. Ethan watched in fascination as the warm, tight hole swallowed his cock, and it was all he could do to stop himself from cumming from how worked up he was.
Which, if he had to guess, was part of the plan.
Christian took a moment for them to settle, which Ethan was grateful for, then slowly started to lift himself off of Ethan. Ethan groaned as Christian teased him, getting up so that only the head was still in him and staying still for a second, before he sunk back down with a moan of his own. Ethan felt his eyes roll back for a second, bliss overtaking him as the hot, tight heat encompassed him again, like coming home, like seeing the stars for the first time all over again, like Christian and all the ways he made Ethan lose his everloving mind.
Skin slapped against skin, and as embarrassing as it was, it didn’t take that long for Ethan to cum. Internally, he decided not to blame himself; his stamina was excellent when he hadn’t been bullied ruthlessly by two extremely hot men. It was even better when he wasn’t as high strung as he currently was. He let the waves roll over him, shivering as he came down to Christian slowly rolling his hips, panting slightly with hooded eyes. He hadn’t cum.
“Fuck – sorry, Baby—”
Christian smirked. “Don’t worry. You can make it up to me. You look good with my dick in your mouth, anyway.”
Hell yeah, brother.
Christian took a moment before sliding off his softening length and leaning up to untie his hands from the headboard. His boxers were off, but the top part of his lingerie was still on. Ethan reached up as soon as his hands were free, slipping his thumbs under the sheer fabric and rubbing slow circles around the pointed nipples and the thick areolas. Christian, Ethan had discovered with delight, had a very sensitive chest. He also loved it when Ethan used that fact to his full advantage.
“How do you want him?” asked Alex, coming up behind him and sliding his hands under as well, brushing his fingers against Ethan’s as he helped him rub Christian’s nipples. Christian looked flushed, but not incoherent, and he hummed, just the tiniest bit brokenly.
“Propped up,” he said, and Ethan realized that they were talking about him like he wasn’t there. A shot of arousal went straight up his spine, and if he hadn’t just cum not two minutes ago he would have probably gotten hard from just that realization alone. He loved taking care of his partners in bed, telling them what to do and bringing them over the heights of pleasure – there was something really very special about being the one trusted to do that – but fuck, if this didn’t feel just as heady. He was… not an afterthought, no, but he wasn’t the one making decisions right now.
It was harder than he expected to sink into that feeling, as good as it made him feel. Not being in control sounded wonderful; being manhandled and taken care of and not having to worry about anyone needing anything from him. However, it also made him feel anxious – control was how he made sure everyone was taken care of.
How could he do that if they wouldn’t even ask his opinion?
“I’m right here, you know,” he said, trying not to sound as strained as he felt. Christian smirked down at him, and Alex peered at him over Christian’s shoulder.
“Of course you are, Darling,” said Christian, “right where we want you, huh? All pretty and ready to suck me off.”
Alex slipped Christian’s top over his head, leaving him naked. Fuck, but his nipples looked sore; Ethan pinched them again, but Christian batted his hands away. He let them down easily, not knowing where to put them for a moment, but then Christian grabbed then again, picking up the soft, thin binding rope that Alex had used.
Ethan tensed a little bit on instinct. Christian, of course, tracked the movement, and his keen eye shot straight to Ethan’s face.
“You want your hands tied,” he asked, “or no?”
“I…”
There was a long enough pause that Christian leaned over to drop the rope onto the floor. Alex moved around Christian, and Ethan’s attention was locked onto him.
“No is a good answer,” he said, and Ethan felt himself relax. “Yes or no, either of them would be. You want to take a breather?”
“No,” said Ethan, and glanced down at Christian’s slightly softened dick. It hardened the longer he looked at it, and Ethan licked his lips. Christian hummed in amusement, Ethan assumed at his look of want. Alex let out a chuckle.
“Fair enough,” he purred, and grabbed Ethan’s chin to face him. It was gentle, but a firm, quick motion, and Ethan groaned as he felt his spent cock twitch. Alex smirked at him, before leaning in to give him a surprisingly chaste peck on the lips. “You want me to hold you while he fucks your throat?”
Ethan thought about it for a second. The idea didn’t sound disconcerting. It sounded – comfortable. Besides, he could use the support, probably, by the end of it. “Yes, please.”
“How polite,” Alex laughed, his eyes sparkling. Christian snickered.
“You have a thing for good boys, Lee?” he asked. Alex gave him a considering look, before leaning over and giving Christian’s ass a light smack.
“Careful,” he said, but it sounded more playful than husky. Christian sniffed dramatically, his hand going back to his ass.
“Wow, such a gentleman,” he remarked, and Alex rolled his eyes, before dragging Ethan up so that he could slot in behind him, sitting against the headboard. “I want him so that I can be up on my knees while I fuck him.”
“Sure,” said Alex, and there they went – talking about him like – not that his opinion didn’t matter, but that he didn’t have to have one. “Get up on your knees so I can see where to put him.”
Christian did, and Ethan found himself leaning against the pillow of Alex’s pecs. He wasn’t sure why that was the thing that made a flush rise up to his cheeks, or why he felt the need to press his face into them to hide his embarrassment. Well – for other reasons, as well – both of these men had unfairly large chests made entirely of muscle and Ethan found himself wanting to use them as chew toys because, apparently, he was a fucking dog.
Well, more of a fucked dog than a fucking one, by the end of this.
Alex’s legs bracketed Ethan’s, and he hooked his ankles around Ethan’s so that he could part them. Christian shuffled between them when they did, and Ethan lifted his legs so that he could bracket Christian’s hips with them. Christian smiled down at him, reached a hand to pet through his hair before tugging it upwards and slotting his dick inside Ethan’s mouth. Ethan moaned as his mouth filled with Christian’s hard, hot length, and his eyes rolled back as it was speared down his throat.
Being this powerless felt good.
He didn’t have to do anything. He didn’t have to say anything, or be anything. Above him, Christian was gasping out how good he was, how good he was making Christian feel. Ethan hollowed his cheeks and sucked long and hard, and Christian moaned brokenly. His hands raised up to Christian’s hips, grabbing his thighs tightly as Christian drew in and out of his mouth. He didn’t try to direct Christian; no, Ethan knew better than that. Instead, he just focused on keeping his throat as open as possible so that his gag reflex wasn’t triggered.
Fuck, his dick was starting to get hard, already.
Above him, he heard the sounds of sucking and kissing. Alex’s dick was poking into his lower back, still trapped in his boxers, and Ethan felt a wet patch where it was pressed against him, only a thin lower of cotton separating it from touching against bare skin. Ethan put in effort to suck, and he heard Christian grunt into the kiss. As a reward, fingers threaded through his hair and tugged, making Ethan moan around the length that had invaded his mouth. He let go of one of the thighs, reaching it to cup Christian’s balls and roll them in his palm. Christian’s hips stuttered, and the pace became faster. Blindly, Ethan reached back with his other hand, feeling for Christian’s cum soaked hole. He found it, pushing in two fingers at once – it was loose enough to take three, maybe four – and searched for his prostate. It was difficult, because of how his wrist was positioned, but he the gland relatively quickly and pressed. Christian yelped; they must have stopped kissing at some point, then moaned loudly. Ethan wasn’t sure if it was something Alex was doing above him, but he wasn’t going to be outdone. He pressed down again, and this time, Christian ripped his dick out of his mouth, dragging his head back and up, and came, painting his face and Alex’s chest with his spend.
“Fuck—” he panted, and Ethan smirked, looking up at him with what he was sure was a glazed expression. “Evil,” said Christian breathlessly, “evil, evil man – making me feel like that.” He swooped down as Ethan chuckled, grabbing his head and pressing a heavy, hot kiss into his mouth. Ethan hummed happily into it, and the kiss softened before Christian pulled away. “Fuck,” he said again, and then, “take your fucking fingers out of my ass, Ethan.”
“You could’ve just asked,” said Ethan – and fuck, his voice sounded fucked up. Christian’s eyes darkened with arousal, and Ethan was almost sure he felt the dick behind him twitch. “Going to need some tea after this, boys.”
“And there’s our demanding pillow prince,” said Alex. “Almost thought we’d lost him with how much effort you’re putting in trying to make Christian get off.”
“Careful,” Ethan rasped out, “you might just be next.”
Alex hummed thoughtfully. “How about we tie your hands again and see about that?”
“No is a good answer. Yes or no, either of them would be.”
“What, you don’t think you can keep me still without rope?”
“Alright then,” said Alex, “then it’s my turn.” He sat Ethan up, crawling in front and over him, towering darkly. “Scoot back,” he said, and Ethan did. Alex grabbed something beside him, and Ethan glanced over, realizing it was Christian grabbing a tissue. Alex dabbed his face with it, wiping as much cum away as he could, before leaning down and licking the rest into his own mouth.
Gross, but also strangely hot.
He still had cum on the wide expanse of his chest.
“Can I grab your hands without tying them?” Alex asked lowly, and Ethan nodded. Alex smiled warmly, before it turned mischievous, and he grabbed Ethan to turn him over. The amount of times the two men had manhandled him wasn’t something his brain was letting him comprehend or process, but that was probably for the better right now. His dick was getting hard, anyway. “Tell me if it’s too much, okay?”
“Will,” said Ethan, as Alex hoisted him up so that he was on his knees and elbows, then slowly pressed down between his shoulder blades until he got the hint and let his elbows give out. His face turned into flames as he realized that he was presenting like a bitch. The bed beside them dipped, and Ethan glanced over to where Christian had laid down on his side, facing them, a satiated smirk on his face as he watched them.
“You good with a vibe in you?” he asked. Ethan moaned a little.
“No,” he said, as appealing as the idea sounded.
“Perinium?”
“Sure,” he mumbled, suddenly feeling extremely shy for some reason. He buried his head into his arms, and Christian laughed fondly.
“Hey,” Alex murmured, coming down so that his mouth was close to his ear. He ran his hand up and down Ethan’s spine, soothingly. “I know this is a lot right now. Is it okay?”
“I – yes. Yeah, it’s fine,” Ethan said. He wasn’t sure Alex had heard him until he moved back.
“Alright,” he said. “Then I’m going to get under you and suck you off. But you’re not fucking my throat.”
There was an element of unfairness; Ethan had just taken a brutal face fucking from Christian, and now he was supposed to be still while Alex sucked him off. Ethan wouldn’t be shocked, either, if he was going to be mercilessly teased. Nevertheless, he nodded his consent.
“But don’t worry. If you do, I’ll just help you keep your hips still,” said Alex, and his voice was moving further away from where Ethan’s ears were.
Then, there was a hand in his hair, long fingers curling around the nape of his neck. “Hey, Darling, look at me,” Christian said. Ethan peeked back at him. There was a soft smile playing with his lips, and his eyes were gently hooded. He looked like angel. “You doing alright?”
Ethan nodded.
“Having fun?”
He nodded again.
“Good. That’s all we want right now. If you’re not feeling good, you tell us, okay?”
“Yeah,” he said, and Christian leaned over to kiss him. Ethan opened his mouth, but Christian didn’t push his tongue in. He ran it along the seam of Ethan’s lips, before pulling back.
Then, Ethan felt a hand on his dick. He arched into the touch, trying not to buck his hips too much as the hand directed his length into Alex’s warm, wet mouth. Ethan moaned, then really did buck his hips as Alex gave it one long suck. Alex’s large, sturdy hands were immediately on Ethan’s hips, keeping them up and out of the way as Alex gave him another long, generous suck.
Ethan felt his legs begin to tremble.
“You’re so good like this,” Christian said. “You look so good like this. You put porn to shame – there’s absolutely none that could replace this.”
Ethan moaned, and Alex popped off his dick, making him whine at the loss. “He liked that,” he said, before going back to sucking on it, swirling his tongue around it, making the air that Ethan was breathing hot and heavy.
“I know he likes it,” said Christian, not taking those fucking bedroom eyes off of Ethan. “You like it, huh, sweetheart? I know you do – you like being told how good you are, how good you’re doing for us, huh? Are you doing good, Ethan? Huh? You want to say it for me?”
“I—” Ethan gasped out as Alex took more of his cock down his throat. Shit. “I—”
“Cat got your tongue?” Christian asked, smirking. “Or did it get your dick?”
“Fuck,” moaned Ethan, trying to center his mind. It hadn’t even been that good of a joke. What did Christian want again? “I – Chris—”
“I’m not the one who’s name you should be saying,” said Christian. Oh, he was right, it was— “Who’s name ought you to be saying right now?”
“Al—” Ethan moaned, “Al—Alex.”
In reward, a hand left his hip, pressing up to his balls and rolling them in an imitation of what he had done to Christian minutes earlier. Christian pushed himself upwards and brushing his hand through Ethan’s hair one last time, before going back to where Alex was. Then, Ethan felt lubed fingers enter his hole, making him jolt in surprise. Christian often fingered him, even if he wasn’t going to be penetrated by anything more than that, but usually he knew before it was going to happen.
“This good?” Christian asked, and Ethan moaned, delirious on pleasure. The fingers felt weird, but Ethan knew very well that Christian could make him feel very good very quickly.
“Is good,” he drew out, and his eyes rolled back as Christian pressed up into his prostate, rubbing circles on it. His brain whited out, and came back when Alex’s mouth was closed around the base of his cock, and Christian’s fingers were massaging his prostate in deep, long circles.
“Gonna—” he said, in a warning to Alex. In response, Alex drew back slightly, before sucking deeply from root to tip. Ethan whited out again.
He panted, pulling himself back into reality, his legs shaking like flimsy leaves in winter. A large, soothing hand ran down the back of his thigh, and he nearly collapsed onto the bed. “You’re alright,” said a voice, the tone indecipherable in his ear – did it have an accent? “Just breathe, Ethan.”
Another hand came up to his shoulders, rubbing firm circles between his shoulder blades. Ethan blinked, glancing above him, and found Alex over him. Alex smiled. “You okay?” he asked lowly, and it had been Christian who was talking to him first.
“Good,” Ethan said, and Alex nodded. “I feel sore, but.”
“You still up for that bet?” Alex asked, and it took a minute for Ethan to process what he had said.
“You won’t… get me to a third,” said Ethan. “Much less a fourth. I mean – you can. Try. If you want.”
“Is that a yes?” asked Alex.
“It is. When – is it not?”
Alex smirked down at him. “Remember, you can stop at any time,” he said. “But, I don’t think you’ll want to.”
The low buzz of a vibrator sounded. Ethan was already oversensitive. It was going to hurt.
Ethan craved it. The strain, the pressure. He was on some sort of high, he must have been – warm and fuzzy and excited.
He smirked back at Alex, watching the blue glow of his eyes. Damn, but wasn’t that a pretty sight. “Well, then, you’d better impress me.”
“I’d say the same thing,” said Alex lowly, “but you already have.”
Ethan was aware enough that he knew, logically, he had done basically nothing but take it. That Alex was just playing off of the praise kink that was near the size of Russia. It didn’t mean that it didn’t work.
“Think you can take it, Collins?”
“Who do you think you’re talking to?” asked Christian from behind them. “Of course he can. You gonna be good for us and take it?”
Ethan found his mouth going dry. “Yes,” he said, and tried to think of something witty to say, but the words got stuck in his brainwaves and he couldn’t quite grasp them.
“You can tap out any time, okay?” said Alex, and Ethan moaned as he felt the featherlight brush of the vibrator against his balls. It was a wand, Ethan thought; felt like one, at least. “Just let us know if it’s too much, or even if you need a break.”
“I… fuck, haa,” Ethan managed. Christian moved it, and pressed the tip gently behind his balls. “Hurts.”
“Should I tell him to stop?” asked Alex.
“No,” said Ethan, barely processing the thought. “He’s – it’s – mm, feels good.”
Alex let out a sound of surprised amusement. “Masochist,” he said, and Ethan moaned. “How did I not figure this out sooner?”
“Shit,” Ethan mumbled, burying his head in his arms as his face heated up. His thighs, which had calmed down from shaking, were starting to twitch again. He felt spent, used up, but his dick was hardening, oversensitive as it was.
He wasn’t as young as he used to be, but apparently, the situation was just the right amount of – whatever was happening that he was able to defy what he had previously considered impossible.
Why hadn’t he done this sooner?
“You look so good like this,” murmured Alex, and a large hand came to rest between his shoulder blades as Christian pressed the vibrator deeper against his skin. Ethan felt a cold wash of arousal come over him, like the chill before the overwhelming warmth of a fever. “Doing so good for us, huh? You just keep taking it, it looks so good on you, you don’t even know. You gonna take me this well, too?”
“Yess,” Ethan drew out. He wanted it. Something in his hole – Alex, going in and out. “G-gentle?”
“You want me to fuck you gently?” asked Alex. “Nice and slow?”
Ethan moaned. “Deep,” he mumbled into the skin of his arms.
“We can do that,” said Alex. “But you have to cum first.”
“Can’t,” Ethan moaned, “need. Touch.”
The hand on Ethan’s back disappeared, and Ethan whined at the loss. Alex made a shushing noise, and then after a second, it was back, rubbing soothing circles from one joint to the other. The vibrator disappeared, and Ethan heard the sound of a cap snapping open. Then, wet and warm fingers encircled his dick, making him groan in oversensitivity. The vibrator pressed back against his perinium and Christian jerked him off.
“Chr-Chris…”
“Yes, Darling?” Christian asked. His voice was low, gentle. “What do you need, my Love?”
“N’d – need—”
“We’ve got you,” said Alex, and Ethan moaned as Christian’s hand sped up a little. “Just relax. Let it happen, Ethan.”
“Please…”
“Too much?”
“Nnoo, please— wan’it.”
“You want it?” asked Christian.
Ethan shivered, his mouth falling open and his back arching as the vibrator upped in intensity, and the hand around his dick increased its pace even more. The wet shlick of it filled his brain, and he felt his eyes roll back into his head as another orgasm crashed through him.
His legs actually did give out, this time, and he panted, groaning as his hips shifted and his spent dick rubbed against the fabric of the bedspread. At least it was silk, and not some rougher material. He rolled his hips again through the aftershocks, moaning as pleasant, tired shivers rolled up and down his spine like a ball against the vertebras.
“Fuck,” he muttered, experimentally tensing his sore muscles. They hadn’t been lying when they said they were going to tire him out.
“You doing alright?” asked Christian, amusement in his voice. “Looking a little out of it, huh?”
“Hmm,” he hummed, turning his head slightly so that he could see beside him. He crinkled his eyes into a tired smile, and Christian’s eyes danced with amusement.
“You wore him out, looks like,” said Alex, and he sounded like he was laughing, too. Ethan felt his smile curve up even more, and he relished in the soft afterglow, closing his eyes and just feeling everything.
“Might be to worn out for you to fuck him, Xander.” Ethan felt his eyes open at that.
“That’s alright. Doesn’t mean I can’t jerk off.” He looked back at Ethan, a smirk on his lips. “You’d like to see that, huh? I know you would. Like to see me like that?”
Oh, but Ethan wanted that, badly.
“No,” he said, and he watched Alex’s expression raise in confusion and a little disappointment. “Want you to fuck me.”
Alex blinked. “Ethan—”
“Please?” he asked, and he watched the smolder of smoky desire crawl back into Alex’s icy eyes.
“Damn—” said Christian. “Fucking hot, Darling.” Ethan found himself preening as he glanced back at Christian. “You think you can take the big guy?”
“I – know,” said Ethan, and he found himself blushing slightly. He looked back at Alex. “Can I make you feel good?”
“I don’t know how long I’ll last if you keep looking at me like that.”
“You’ve been denied this whole time,” said Christian, turning to Alex and lazily placing a palm on his stomach. Both Alex and Ethan tracked the large, slender hand, going up on the broad, pillowy chest until it reached a nipple and tweaked it. “So patient. You want your reward?”
A flush crawled onto Alex’s face, and he grabbed Christian’s wrist. “Careful with what you say,” he said, “or you might be the next one tied up.”
“Oo, kinky,” said Christian, licking his glossy lips. “You promise?”
Alex glanced down at Ethan. “You think he should be getting away with this, cop?”
Ethan shrugged. “I have… fuzzy handcuffs,” he joked. They were mostly used on him, but that wasn’t the point. Christian laughed.
“Pink fuzzy handcuffs,” he cooed. Ethan was about to mention that they were grey, but then Christian was leaning over him, glancing back at Alex. “So, how do you want him, Xander?”
“I think like this,” said Alex. “Unless he wants to do missionary.”
“What do you think, Darl?”
“Like this,” Ethan said. He was sore, in the front, but he was feeling incredibly relaxed and didn’t particularly want to move.
“Get a pillow, then,” said Alex. “We can prop up his hips.”
“Oh, that’ll be a pretty sight,” said Christian, reaching over Ethan to grab one of the too many, too soft pillows on Alex’s bed. “What do you think about that?”
Ethan hummed, looking back at Christian and smiling. Christian ran a hand down his cheek, before pressing a kiss beside Ethan’s eye. It closed, and Christian pressed a kiss on his eyelid, making happy little flutterings in his gut. It was nice.
This was nice.
Christian moved down, and he felt his hips lifted slightly. The pillow slid underneath, and he was propped up. Then, a lubed finger slid into his ass. It was loose from what Christian had done to it earlier, but when it was replaced by three, Ethan felt the slight burn. It felt satisfying, and he rolled his hips into it slightly as Alex finger fucked him.
“Someday,” said Christian, “I’m going to convince him to let me fist him.”
“Good luck,” muttered Ethan. The idea did not sound appealing. He might have been open to ass stuff – occasionally – but shit like that was another story.
“What’s the difference between me fisting you and Xander fucking you?” asked Christian, and Alex’s fingers drew out, his wet hand going to his hip to brace himself. Ethan felt him lean over him.
“Slow?” he asked, and Ethan nodded.
“Damn, but isn’t that pretty,” said Christian as Alex slowly began to push himself in. Ethan moaned, arching his back, and his dick twitched minutely, but it was too spent to actually do anything. Ethan let himself relax back into it, grunting as Alex bottomed out. Fuck, but the man could go deep.
“Haah—fuck,” said Alex, and Ethan clenched, making Alex buck. “Shit, don’t do that, sweetheart – I’m already close. S’it okay?”
“Couple seconds,” Ethan said. “Couple…”
Alex rubbed up and down his arm, making soothing noises.
“Okay,” said Ethan, “okay.”
Alex drew back out, before going back in, slowly, like he had promised. Ethan felt himself get the pleasant, fever like chill running over his body again, but his dick stayed soft. Despite that, it was enjoyable.
Pleasant. He felt sore, but good.
It helped that he was making Alex feel good.
“Can I – fuck, Ethan, can I go faster?”
“Yeah,” said Ethan, leaning into where Alex was still rubbing his arm. He jolted as Alex pushed back in, a little more sharply than before, then moaned. “Al-Al—”
“Good?” asked Alex, and he sounded almost undone. Ethan didn’t blame him; the poor man hadn’t gotten off since the start of this.
“Mhm,” Ethan acknowledged. He glanced over at where Christian off, and found him jerking off in time to Alex fucking him. “Chris—”
“Don’t mind me,” said Christian, “just enjoying the view.” He smirked, and leaned over closer. “You want to touch?”
Ethan felt sluggish, but he managed to get one arm out from under him to reach over to where Christian was touching himself. He grabbed the tip, circling it and running his finger along the underside of the gland, and Christian moaned, hips stuttering. Above him, Alex laughed, sounding slightly desperate.
“So good for us, Ethan,” he said.
“Mm,” Ethan said, lazily trailing down the vein of Christian’s large dick. “Been so good to me. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” said Christian, and then gasped out as Ethan grabbed it, then shucked his hand up from root to base. “Ethan—”
Behind him, Alex made a strangled sort of noise, and he started fucking faster.
“Not gonna last – fuck, inside or out?”
“On my back,” Ethan said, not really wanting to worry about anymore clean up than he had to. Alex thrust in a few more times, before pulling himself out and rutting himself against Ethan’s ass. Warm liquid spilled on it. “F-fu—”
He twisted his hand up close to the tip, and Christian shouted, spurting up onto his chest and Ethan’s hand. He groaned, going limp, and flopped down onto the bed, on his side. Cum started to trickle down, some of it going over his still swollen nipples, and Ethan watched it in avid fascination. Then, Christian grabbed Ethan’s hand, bringing it up to his mouth, and started sucking his own spend off of his fingers.
“Wha – Chris—”
Christian smirked at him, popping his pointer out of his mouth. “Just because you don’t like the taste of cum doesn’t mean I can’t,” he said. Behind them, Alex chuckled.
“I think,” he said, “you two should take a shower.”
“What about you?” asked Ethan.
“I’ll change the sheets,” he said, “and make you some tea. Come on, I’m cleaner than the both of you.” Ethan felt arms under him, and Christian let go of his cum covered hand as Alex lifted him up into his arms.
“This again?” he asked. “Really? I can walk to the bathroom.”
“Do you want to?”
That was fair. It also reminded him of the soreness between his legs. “Fuck you,” he said.
“I’m pretty sure you just did.”
Ethan would have retaliated, but his body made him yawn instead. Above him, Alex chuckled as he carried him into the ensuite. Footsteps padded behind them.
“Turn the shower on,” Alex told Christian, and the man obliged. Ethan watched him idly as Christian checked the temperature.
“Don’t make it scalding,” he told Christian.
“I know, I know,” said Christian, “don’t worry, princess.”
“How did I fall for the two of you?” Ethan muttered. His brain was mush enough that he didn’t catch what he had just said. Or the way Christian and Alex both tensed. “Always bullying me. Both of you.”
“…Just part of the charm, I guess,” said Christian, turning back and giving him a grin. “You love it, anyway.”
Ethan hummed, then held his arms out to Christian. “Shower me,” he said, and Christian laughed.
“Demanding,” said Alex, clicking his tongue. “That’s a first.”
“He’s like this when he’s blissed out,” said Christian. “Honestly, it’s adorable.”
“It is,” said Alex. Ethan flipped them both the bird. Christian ignored it as he took Ethan, stepping into the large bathtub where the shower was running and standing him up facing him, then leaning Ethan against his chest.
Ethan glanced over at Alex, but he was already leaving.
“He’ll clean up later,” said Christian, low in his ear.
“Want him too,” said Ethan.
“Wow, you must be fucking tired,” said Christian, “pouting like this.”
“I’m not pouting,” Ethan denied, but even he didn’t believe it.
“Tell you what,” said Christian. “I get us cleaned up, and then we can all three snuggle together in clean sheets. Okay?”
“Kay,” said Ethan, and let himself relax into Christian as the man began rubbing a wet washcloth along his back. He felt the warm water relax his muscles, making him melt further into Christian’s solid form.
“You like this, don’t you?” asked Christian, rubbing slow circles on his lower back.
“Wanna crawl into your skin,” said Ethan. Christian made a surprised sounding laugh.
“That’s a first—” His hands left, before he grabbed something behind Ethan. Then, his hands were in his hair, and Ethan smelled Alex’s honey scented shampoo.
Ethan let himself drift off slightly, before he felt the shower turn off. He shivered, slightly, and strong arms gathered him up, setting him on the toilet seat. He didn’t open his eyes as he was dried off, the towel rubbing gently all over his body, and the Christian stood him up, wrapping the towel around his hips. “I’ll be there in a second,” he heard him murmur, and it took him a second to realize that it was Alex hefting him up and carrying him out of the bathroom. He curled up into the broad chest, and whined at the loss of it when Alex put him down.
“Hey, shh, Christian will be here in a second, he just needs to dry off,” Alex said softly. “I made you some tea. It’s still probably cooling off.”
“You too?” Ethan asked. “Come in as well?”
“After I shower, Baby,” said Alex, and Ethan felt a nice shiver go up his spine at that. He cracked his eye open, looking up at Alex, who was looking down at him fondly.
“Was it good for you?” he asked, and Alex laughed.
“More than,” he said, running a hand through Ethan’s damp hair. “I’ll be right back, alright?”
An amount of time passed between Alex leaving and Christian crawling into bed, snuggling up with him. Ethan wasn’t sure how long, probably under five minutes. He turned, and Christian spooned him, tangling their legs together as he did so.
“You alright, Darling?” he asked. Ethan nodded.
He dozed off, waking up briefly when Alex slid into bed in front of him, wrapping his arm around him and Christian. “Did you know about…” he heard, quietly, above him, but that was all he did hear before he fell back asleep, safe and warm between his two guys.