They had ended up in Miles’ room. After everyone had left, Charlie had wanted to watch TV, but it seemed Indy had had a little…accident on the couch. Yeah, right. They’d fucked on that damn couch, that much was clear. Josh had taken the covers off to wash, so Charlie and Miles had retreated to Miles’ room to watch a movie, and Brad had trailed along, not knowing what else to do.
It had been fun, though, watching Miss Congeniality together. Charlie had kept a running commentary on the hairdo’s, makeup, and dresses, while Miles had chimed in with everything the movie got wrong about the FBI—but in a fun way. Brad had watched and listened, feeling strangely included even though he never spoke a word. He’d been literally between them, as if they hadn’t want to give him an easy way to escape.
Charlie had promptly fallen asleep near the end of the movie, and Brad hadn’t had the heart to wake him so they could relocate. Miles had fallen asleep a while ago as well, his face turned toward Brad. Even Max had settled in in a corner of the room, deeply asleep. So he’d sucked up his own unease, and had tried to will himself to sleep, so far unsuccessfully.
The fact that Charlie felt so comfortable with Miles said a lot. It seemed he really was developing a thing for Miles. Brad couldn’t fault him. Miles was hot, first of all. Insanely hot. Tall, blond, ripped—how the fuck could you not love that? Brad’s insides jumped up every time the guy smiled at him. The dude was smart, too. And fucking stubborn.
He had to be getting uncomfortable by now. That little show Indy and Josh had put up—that had been scorching hot. Even Brad’s cock had stirred. Briefly, but still. If it turned him on, he could only imagine what it had done to Miles.
Hell, Indy and Noah had gone for a quickie, Brad had seen Josh and Connor return with flushed cheeks half an hour later, and even Blake and Aaron had disappeared for a few minutes. Everyone had gotten off, it seemed, except the three of them. Miles had to be bursting to unload.
So Brad would wait. He had the patience. All he had to do was wait till it became unbearable for Miles, and then he’d give in. It felt cruel, if he was honest, but what was the alternative? Giving in to Miles’ ultimatum to share why he was willing to humiliate himself and pleasure him? Yeah, so not happening. It was nobody’s business, but his own.
Charlie knew, but that was only because Brad had gotten drunk that one time when it had all become too much, and he’d spilled the beans. And even then, he hadn’t told him all of it. Sure, Charlie said he loved Brad, and he knew that to be true, but how long would that last if Charlie knew it all? If Charlie knew what a sick fuck Brad was deep down, that love would soon disappear.
If only he’d been healthy, normal, he would have been able to offer Charlie something. He knew the kid had liked him for years, had wanted more than mere friendship. It had been messed up, of course, what with him being with Zack back then, but that was life for ya. It was never as black and white as in the movies.
How could he start something with his best friend, the only one who knew him better than anyone—if still not completely—and yet loved him? He had nothing to offer Charlie but a limp dick and a fucked-up mind. He’d fuck up, inevitably, at some point, and lose him, too. And that was something he couldn’t risk, not when his feelings for Charlie were too damn big already as it was. He wouldn’t survive Charlie rejecting him, too.
Miles stirred, his hand reaching for his cock. The tension on his face was obvious, and he winced as the movement undoubtedly caused him pain. Brad almost reached out to free that beautiful shaft from its confines, suck him in deep. Damn, the man tasted so good.
Miles’ eyes shot open, his face distorting for a second in pain. He seemed to realize where he was, turning his head and met Brad’s gaze head on. His look was deadly, absolutely fucking intimidating. The flippant remark died on Brad’s lips. This was not a man he wanted to fuck with.
“Miles, you’re in pain,” he whispered instead.
“You think I don’t know that? Tell me what I need to hear.”
Brad’s mouth set in a thin line. “No.”
Miles rolled on his side, wincing all over again. “Brad, this is a battle you will not win. Trust me.”
Brad scoffed. “You’ll be the one suffering, not me.”
Miles’ face became surprisingly soft. “That’s where you’re wrong, but you’ll find out soon enough.”
He clumsily moved his left hand inside his pajama bottoms, slowly dragged out his cock. The damn thing was hard as a fucking diamond, of course. Miles fisted the top of his shaft, moaned as he squeezed it.
“I’m so fucking hard,” he whispered, and Brad felt the words reach deep inside him. “I’m at that stage where pain and pleasure go hand in hand, you know? Where every time I touch my dick, I wince in pain, yet at the same time I can’t stop because I need to come so bad.”
With slow, deliberate moves he fisted himself. Brad couldn’t peel his eyes away.
“My balls…They’re so heavy right now, so full. Once I come, they’ll explode. Nothing beats that feeling of release, of tension dissipating, of my cock spewing out cum.”
Brad balled his fists. He wanted that cock in his mouth so badly. Wanted to bring Miles pleasure, to use him, fuck him. Dammit, what the hell was wrong with him?
“Ask me what I’m thinking of right now, when I’m jacking myself off.”
Brad held back, though he wanted to respond more than anything. Sweat pearled on his forehead, his breathing rapid and shallow.
“Ask me, Brad!”
“What are you thinking of?” he gave in. This man was impossible. He fucking knew exactly what buttons to push.
“You. Charlie. The two of you kissing. Fuck, that kiss you shared was so hot. I almost came from watching it.” Miles moaned, a low sound that reached deep inside in Brad’s very core. “Your mouth on his cock, knowing how unbelievably good that feels. Him jerking you off, with those filthy words coming out of his mouth.”
Behind Brad, the bed moved. Charlie moved close against his back, his dick undeniably hard. He brought his mouth close to Brad’s ear, bit his ear lobe. Brad’s skin prickled. “Suck him off, Brad.”
“No.” Even to his own ears, it sounded more like a plea than a statement.
Charlie chuckled, had picked up on it, no doubt. “Suck that gorgeous cock off, babe. You know you want it.”
A sob-like sound tore from his mouth. “I hate this!”
“I know, babe. Stop fighting. It’s okay.”
“It’s not okay. It’s fucking humiliating.”
Charlie kissed his neck. “No, it’s not. It’s who you are, and you’re perfect.”
The dam inside him broke. “I’m a slut, okay? Always have been, even before my surgery. I need to be used, bossed around, humiliated, whatever. Nothing makes me happier than pleasuring others, especially at the expense of myself. Please, Miles, please let me make you come. I’ll do whatever you want.”
It wasn’t the whole truth, but it would have to be enough for now. If Miles had smiled, looked triumphant even for a second, Brad would have still pleasured him, but he’d hated himself for doing it. But Miles didn’t do anything of the kind. Instead, he got that look in his eyes, that dominant, alpha-as-shit look that made Brad’s insides liquid.
“Your mouth on my cock, now,” Miles said.
Brad scrambled up. “Thank you.”
If Miles thought it was completely fucked-up Brad was thanking him, he didn’t show it. Instead, he shoved his dick in as soon as Brad had opened his mouth and was in position.
Brad gagged, tears forming in his eyes. Fuck, yes. He wanted this, needed it. He sucked, taking Miles in as deep as he could. Before, Miles had been somewhat passive when he’d blown him, content with letting Brad set the pace, and merely holding his head. This time was different. Miles fucked his mouth, hard, unrelenting until tears and drool were streaming down his face.
Brad felt the orgasm coming, Miles going completely tense on him before shooting his load. He swallowed as much as he could, the rest dripping down his chin as Miles kept abusing his mouth, his throat. Brad relaxed, his mind going blank. Finally, peace.
He sucked, breathed when Miles pulled out for a few seconds, sucked again when that cock was shoved down his mouth again. Somewhere he registered Charlie yanking down his boxers, then jacking off behind him, encouraging him, saying the dirty words that affirmed who he really was. A slut. A fucking dirty, filthy boy, born to take cock.
Miles pulled out of his mouth, leaving him whimpering with disappointment. He closed his eyes, was pushed to his back and simply lay there, his eyes closed, desperately sucking in breaths.
When the first stream of cum hit him he jerked, opened his eyes. Miles was on his knees to one side, jacking his cock, Charlie on his other, doing the same. It was Charlie’s load hitting his chest, then his face. Miles erupted seconds later, painting his legs, his arms.
“Fuck him,” Charlie said. Brad turned his head to face him. What did he mean? “He hasn’t had enough yet, Miles. Fuck him.”
Charlie leaned in carefully to kiss Brad deeply. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you surrender. Let go, babe. We’ve got you.”
When he ended the kiss, Miles was still looking at them as if they were speaking Chinese. “Which part of ‘fuck him’ was unclear to you? Lube your cock with the cum on his body and fuck him. He needs it.”
Brad giggled. When Charlie got all bossy, he was so fucking adorable, so perfect. His hand shot out, dragged Charlie’s head toward him, still careful not to hurt him. He wanted that mouth, wanted more of it. Charlie met his tongue, stroke for delicious stroke, hot and hungry.
“You think that’s funny?”
Brad vaguely registered Miles’ words, the agent’s hands on his body. Hands swiping the cum on his stomach, his legs, while Charlie was devouring his mouth. Fuck, the kid could kiss. Then wet fingers found his hole, demanding entry. He let them in, two at once, spreading a furious burn through his ass.
His legs were bent double, rough hands yanking him in position. He lost Charlie’s mouth, whined as a result. “Charlie…”
He didn’t get the chance to say more, Charlie’s tongue invading his mouth again at the same time Miles’ cock spread his hole wide open. He bore down, let him in. Charlie tasted so sweet…Miles’ cock burned so good.
Then Charlie’s mouth disappeared, and Miles kissed him. The man kissed the same way he fucked, with absolute dominance. He simply took over Brad’s mouth, made him surrender in every way possible. His tongue swept Brad’s mouth, exploring, tasting, while his cock steadily filled him. Brad was bent in two, taking Miles cock and tongue at the same time, and hot damn, he loved it.
He searched with his hand. Where had Charlie gone?
“I’m right here, babe,” Charlie said. His fingers touched Brad’s, then took his hand, wrapped it around a cock. Charlie’s cock. “Jack me off, babe,” Charlie commanded, his voice hoarse.
Miles fucked him so good, ramming inside him with powerful thrusts. His ass was on fire, still accommodating Miles’ size, but it felt fucking perfect. Brad curled his hand tight around Charlie’s cock, swiped the precum on top around to make it slick. Miles inside him, his hand now fisting Charlie’s cock, Brad was in heaven. He let go of everything and anything else.
“You love this, dontcha?” Charlie whispered. “Your ass full of cock, your mouth still tasting Miles’ cum, your body covered with our loads, and we ain’t done yet.” His words pierced through the fog in Brad’s brain, demolishing the belief he couldn’t get hard. His cock filled, swelled with sweet discomfort.
Miles tore his mouth away. “Charlie was spot on. Your ass was made for cock. And I’m still holding back because of my injuries. When I’m all better, I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t walk anymore. You want that, Brad?”
“Yes.” The word was barely audible, yet it felt massive to him. His hand fisted Charlie harder, faster.
“Or I’ll fuck your ass while Charlie fucks your mouth…We’ll fill both your holes with cum. And then we’ll switch and do it all over again. Would you like that, Brad?”
“Yes.” Louder, this time, the word coming out more easily.
Miles slammed into him, hit his prostate head on and Brad moaned. “Look at him,” Miles muttered. “He’s in fucking heaven.”
“I know, right? Such a perfect little slut for us. You like having two men to please, dontcha, babe?”
A sob escaped from Brad’s lips. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”
“You know what we should do, Miles, when you’re fully recovered? Double team him. His hole would love two dicks at the same time, right, babe?”
He’d never even dared to allow the thought in, but now that Charlie mentioned it, it was all he could think about. The image filled him, demanded to be seen, accepted. “Please,” he whispered. “Oh, fuck, please.”
Miles groaned, low and sexy. Brad was on the fucking edge, almost there. Then he opened his eyes as he heard a sound, watched as Miles and Charlie kissed—sweet, and so fucking dirty. Miles sped up, firing off a series of rapid thrusts until he blew his load inside him. Brad’s hand tensed around Charlie, making him come, too.
Tears pooled in his eyes, as his own release stayed just outside of reach. He wanted it so badly. Why the fuck wouldn’t his body cooperate?
“Fuck, that was good,” Miles said, pulling out roughly and turning on his side. “How ‘bout you Charlie?”
“Damn fine hand job,” Charlie commented, rolling out of reach of Brad as well.
He was left alone, his breath panting, his ass leaking cum, his skin itching where the previous loads had dried and crusted, his cock rock hard, and so fucking miserable after the peak of bliss he’d been in. Tears streamed down his face.
“Do you want to come, babe?” Charlie asked.
Brad hmm’d to affirm.
“Use words. Tell Miles.”
The last bit of resistance inside him crumbled. He scrambled to his knees, every thought of dignity gone. “Please, Miles, I need to come.”
A look passed over his head between Miles and Charlie. “I could use a fourth orgasm. Rim me, Brad, then fuck me with your fingers to make me come. If you do, we’ll let you come, too.”
Brad was on him before he’d even said the last words. He pushed back Miles’ legs, opened his ass. He buried his face in his balls, breathed in deeply. Fuck, he smelled so good. He took the left nut in his mouth, less full now that Miles had come already, sucked it gently. Miles responded with soft hums of pleasure that made Brad ridiculously happy. The right testicle got the same treatment, and Brad all but licked his lips. He swirled around Miles’ balls with his tongue, then nibbled his way back.
He lapped at his crack, one big, wet lick from bottom to top, shivered with delight. The other way around was equally good. He teased Miles’ puckered hole with his tongue, smiling when Miles’ body jerked in response. The guy was so responsive, reacting to every little thing Brad did. Every lick was delicious, the sweaty, musky taste ambrosia to him.
“Stop teasing him, babe. Fuck him with your tongue,” Charlie said.
Why was it that he could not resist Charlie’s commands? It was ridiculous, because the guy was eight years younger, at least three inches shorter, and built like a fucking elf—and yet he had the power to make Brad obey. It was mind-blowing, really. Good thing Charlie had never abused it, would never either.
He dug in, fucked Miles’ hole with his tongue, rimming him and eating him out until he was thrashing on the bed, his body preparing for yet another orgasm. There was something to be said for his sexual stamina, because by fuck, Brad got his fill with him. He dribbled saliva down the man’s hole, ruthlessly shoved a finger in and curled it, going straight for his prostate. Miles bucked, swore loudly in colorful terms.
“Oh, he likes that, babe,” Charlie said, delighted. “Do that again.”
He did, with pleasure. Miles made another obscene sound, indicative of how far he was gone. Brad was about to take pity on him and jack him off, when Charlie beat him to it. Brad watched in fascination as Charlie’s small hand curled around Miles’ cock and started fisting him. It only took three, four jacks and Miles’ body froze, his cock pumping out cum that looked like it had to come from his very toes.
“Fucking hell,” Miles sighed, panting. “The two of you are gonna kill me.”
Brad giggled, strangely proud of what he’d done. He was a fucking mess, dried cum everywhere, and the sheets hadn’t fared much better. But holy crap, what a ride it had been. He couldn’t believe they’d had a threesome. He looked at Charlie, who was watching him with love. “Did you mean it?”
In credit to Charlie, he knew immediately what Brad was referring to. “If Miles wants to, hell, yes.”
Brad turned to face Miles, scared of what he’d see on his face. Surely this had been a heat of the moment thing. There was no way a federal agent would actually be game for a three-way, right?
He found Miles studying him with a pensive look, before his eyes shifted to Charlie. “We’ll need to talk first, because if we do this—and if I didn’t come four times in the last hour, I would be fucking hard merely thinking about it—we’ll need some ground rules. I don’t want you to get hurt, Brad.”
Brad sat up, shrugged. “It won’t hurt me. I like my ass full. Have never tried DP before, but I’m pretty sure I’ll love it.”
“Honey,” Miles said, the first time he’d ever called Brad that. “It’s not physical hurt I’m worried about. Your ass was made to be fucked. But you’re more fragile than you think.”
Brad raised his eyebrows. “Me? You mean Charlie, no offense, babe.” Charlie shrugged, didn’t take offense apparently.
Miles shook his head. “It’s not Charlie I’m worried about. He’s strong as fuck, especially mentally. No, honey, it’s you that has me worried.”
“Why?” Nobody was ever concerned about him. Well, Blake maybe, but even he had never voiced it this explicitly.
“Because we promised you we’d make you come if you brought me a fourth orgasm. You have, yet you haven’t even mentioned it. You have erectile dysfunction, and I understand that’s complicated for you. You did come with Charlie, however, but only after he talked to you in a very explicit and specific way. That tells me that deep down, you don’t think you deserve pleasure, and that worries me. I have no qualms about bossing you around, using you, or humiliating you sexually, if that’s what gets you off. All fine by me, not to say I love that shit. But I will not, you hear me, I will not affirm your negative thoughts about yourself. If your craving to be a cum slut, or whatever the fuck you want to call it, is fueled by a sexual or psychological inferiority complex, I’m not okay with it. You deserve pleasure, as much as Charlie, or me, or anyone else.”
Every word hit him like a jackhammer. How the fuck had Miles managed to see him, all of him, the real him? Nobody ever had, not even Charlie. “What are you, a fucking shrink?” he said.
“Knock off the sarcasm, Brad. Won’t do you any good. If you want this to work, you have to let us see the real you.”