Room at the Edge (36 page)

“Oh yeah, sorry.” Jay tugged the sweater off and dropped it on the floor.

“Liam’s going to complain if you leave that there,” Austin pointed out.

“I’ll pick it up before he comes home.” Jay took the bag from Austin’s hand and set that on the floor too. “How was it?”

“It was April in a car for four hours,” Austin said wearily.

“And I guess that’s all you need to say.” Jay kissed him, practically humming with satisfaction, and yeah, someone had gotten well and truly lucky recently. Jay smelled of sex, even under a fresh scent of soap, and there was a dark bruise on his neck, just where it met his shoulder, that looked like it’d been made by teeth biting down.

Pushing aside his envy—not jealousy, but envy—Austin asked, “So where is Liam?”

Jay stepped back, giving him room to kick off his shoes and shrug out of his coat. “He’s been gone for hours. He’s at the mall, and no, he’s not shopping for us, so don’t get your hopes up.”

“I wasn’t!” Austin protested. “He doesn’t need to get us anything. The work on the basement cost a fortune, and we don’t need anything.”

Jay shrugged, then winced. “Ow. Don’t let me do that again.”

“Good pain or bad?” If Jay had been working on his diorama for hours without Austin or Liam to stop him…

“Oh God, good. So good. I’ll tell you all about it, but not until you’ve had a hot drink or something.”

“Coffee would be nice.”

“Just made a fresh pot.”

Settled down on the couch with a coffee in one hand, a cookie in the other, and Jay beside him, Austin felt the stress of the weekend recede. “So if Liam isn’t at the mall for us, why is he there? It’s going to be crazy busy, and he’ll hate it.”

Jay snickered. “His assistant’s birthday is tomorrow, and Liam forgot about it. I said he could e-mail the guy a gift certificate, and he gave me one of those looks and said Denny would expect the personal touch, even if he was inconsiderate enough to have a birthday this close to Christmas, and I said not too personal or we’d start to get suspicious about late nights working at the office, and was he hot, and then he slapped my ass, and I screamed because, hey, it’s fucking sore, and then he left.”

“You are hyper,” Austin said. “No coffee for you.”

Jay stretched his arms above his head and beamed. “Don’t need coffee. Just need Liam to get here so we can welcome you back properly.”

“You can do that without him.” It wasn’t technically true, Austin supposed, but he set down his mug and pulled Jay closer to kiss him anyway. Jay curled around him happily and grabbed on to the hem of his shirt like a man prepared to settle down for a solid make-out session. “Missed you so much,” Austin murmured.

“Missed you too.” Jay shifted and slid one leg half into Austin’s lap, which couldn’t have been comfortable even if he wasn’t bruised.

That thought sent a rush of lust through Austin; he kissed Jay harder and then pushed him away a little bit. “Take off your shirt? I want to see.”

As usual Jay was quick to shed his clothes when asked. “Look at these,” he said, brushing his fingertips over the bruises on the thin skin along his ribs admiringly.

Austin leaned in to kiss them, then let his mouth wander to Jay’s swollen nipple. He licked it gently and smiled when Jay hissed, then arched closer. “Sore, huh?”

“Last night I thought they were going to fall off, they hurt so much,” Jay admitted. “It was awesome. I was so hard.”

“I can imagine.” Austin could. He liked thinking about it, though he was sorry he hadn’t been here. Imagining the things Liam must have done to Jay was arousing on a deep, primal level that was making his cock swell. He licked Jay’s nipple again, sucked on it, one hand around Jay’s slender back.

Jay made little hungry sounds and squirmed against him. Austin felt Jay’s hand slide between them and brush his erection. “Were you lonely? Last night?”

“I missed you. But I was tired.”

“Did you jerk off, thinking about us?”

“After Liam said I could? What do you think?”

“I think you did it. I know you did.” Jay’s expression became thoughtful. “I miss jerking off. Just me, my hand, and some fantasies.”

“The only thing in my head last night was you two.”

He’d forgotten about the long drive and the stressful reunion with his sister, let the situation with his mom slip away. Instead, as he’d worked his cock slowly with his hand, the act—once so familiar, now tinged with a delicious sense of the forbidden, even with Liam’s permission—he’d focused on the two men he loved. Imagined them in bed with him, surrounding him, taking him. Liam fucking him from behind, Jay kneeling in front of him, his cock jutting out, needing the lick and lap of Austin’s tongue… After a while the structure of the fantasy—more of a memory, really—had broken down into disconnected flashes of hard bodies, rampant cocks, the solid sound of a hand striking flesh. He’d found himself murmuring,
“Sir…please, yours, Sir, anything, I’ll do anything…”
The words aroused him as much as the tight grip of his hand. He’d come only after conjuring Liam saying,
“Now,”
his voice strong, commanding.

“Tell me,” Austin coaxed. “I really want to know.”

“It won’t be weird?”

Austin groaned. “When will you get it through your head that anything you do with Liam is fine with me? Does it bother you when you get back from a late shift and I’m on my knees by the couch blowing him?”

Instead of answering quickly, thoughtlessly, Jay hesitated, his forehead creasing. “Sometimes I get this moment when I think you look so good together, I’m just in the way.” Before Austin could put into words just how ridiculously not true that was, Jay smiled. “But it doesn’t last, and it’s not every time. You have no idea how perfect you look with him. You give him everything he wants as if it’s as easy as passing him the salt when he asks for it. I can’t do that.” He shivered. “Well, maybe I’m starting to learn. God, the way he treated me last night… He didn’t give me a choice. He just took it for granted that I was going to behave, and if I stepped out of line, he just… He…”

“What did he do?” Austin lowered his voice, making it a tempting caress.

“Put me back where I belonged,” Jay whispered. His eyes shone; everything about him radiated joy and contentment. “To him.” He leaned closer and pressed his lips to Austin’s, then added, “And to you. Always to you.”

Austin was overwhelmed by Jay’s happiness. He couldn’t be jealous—well, maybe a little bit, of the fun they’d had without him, but it was still more envy than jealousy. “I want to lick you everywhere. Can I?”

“Only if you’ll admit first that that’s the stupidest question ever,” Jay said solemnly, then grinned.

“No wonder Liam likes spanking you so much,” Austin told him. He pushed Jay backward slowly, down onto the couch cushions, and loomed over him without putting much weight on him. He kissed Jay’s mouth, his throat, each of the numerous bruises on his shoulders and chest, and through it Jay made pleased, eager sounds and lifted his hips to tease Austin’s growing erection with the warm press of his body. Jay tasted like clean skin and a hint of salt, and he smelled faintly of coffee and arousal. “Tell me what he did.”

“Drove me crazy.” Jay gasped as Austin licked one nipple, then the other. “Made me wear nipple clamps to dinner. I was so good, I was like an angel. When he finally took them off me in the parking lot, I thought I was going to die. Then he brought me home and fucked me for like two hours. Oh God, do that again.”

“What, this?” Austin licked the sensitive skin at the bottom of Jay’s ribs. “You’re so hot. Two hours, seriously?”

“Maybe three. It was amazing. He was so rough.”

“You like that.”

“Like air. Like water.” Jay closed his eyes. “He drove me crazy getting me to tell him how it felt when I was seriously way past making sense. You try giving feedback tied to a bed after you’ve been whipped all over so there’s just no way of lying that doesn’t hurt.”

“I can see that he whipped you. Details, Jay. Details.” Jay’s skin was marked up plenty, peppered with tiny bruises and bite marks, a living record of the night’s events. He couldn’t wait to see Jay’s ass.

“So fucking gently at first.” Jay opened his eyes again, his long eyelashes dark and thick. Studded with tears, they looked spectacular. “Made me crazy. My skin was on fire, smarting like it does when you’re sunburned and you get into a hot bath, you know? But you couldn’t really see much. It just went pink and faded. He told me not to move, to show him how much I trusted him—I didn’t even know I could be that good. I mean, not perfect, but close. And then he tied me to the bed and fucked me. I think we used a whole bottle of lube. The sheets were a mess. I was a mess.”

Austin wrapped his hands around Jay’s wrists, watching Jay’s eyes darken with remembered pleasure. “So you couldn’t touch him?” That had to have been difficult. They both loved caressing Liam, running their hands over the strong, powerful body and seeing his arousal build, his control fray.

Jay groaned. “Not for hours. The closest I got was at the start when he told me he wanted to take the edge off so he could make it last when he fucked me. He got on top of me, put his ass in my face, told me to rim him, then pulled back and came all over me.”

“God.” Austin shuddered violently, so turned on by the brief description that his hand shook as he fumbled for his zipper. He had to feel Jay’s skin against his. He was sure Liam’s permission to jerk off had expired as soon as he walked into the house, but he’d be careful. “You are so fucking lucky. He doesn’t let us do that often.”

Jay helped him to wriggle out of his clothes, losing what was left of his, until they were both naked on the couch. “He likes it too much; that’s why. He was close to losing it after about a minute, and he hates not being in control.”

“Turn around so I can see your back.” Austin was gentle as he touched Jay’s skin. The bruises that caught his eye—faint, like fingerprints—were those in the space between Jay’s lower back and ass. As if Liam’s thumbs had left them there. As if Liam had held Jay down and fucked him.

Unbidden, Austin’s fingers slipped into the cleft of Jay’s ass, seeking the heat he knew he’d find there. Jay shivered when Austin discovered he was still slick and swollen.

“He fucked you again this morning,” Austin said softly, and Jay nodded, looking over his shoulder.

“He wasn’t rough, but it still hurt. Be sore until tomorrow, probably.” Jay whimpered as Austin’s index finger brushed against his hole. “He did that thing where he put his hand over my mouth, told me not to breathe until I had to. And I know I can, but I fool myself that I can’t and it’s his choice if I do, and God, that gets me so hot.”

Austin couldn’t help it—he didn’t get off on hurting Jay, but he couldn’t resist touching him, pushing two fingers inside him where Liam’s cock had been just that morning. He wanted to fuck Jay with more than just his hand, even knowing it would hurt him. He pressed deeper, to the second knuckle, but withdrew when Jay whimpered again. “Love you so much. Want you.”

“Let me suck you,” Jay said.

“I’m not sure I can take even a minute of your mouth on me without coming. Thinking about the two of you has gotten me so fucking turned on.”

“I know, but I need to taste you. You’ve got to let me.”

“I thought you’d both be worn out and not interested by the time I got back.” Not that Jay being insatiable was new and different.

Jay turned his head and grinned back at him. “I should be, but it’s addictive. I want more. Liam stripped me down before he left for the mall and went over me inch by inch, making sure I was okay. Do you have any idea how hard I was by the time he’d finished?” Jay rolled to his back, staring up at Austin earnestly. “Every bruise, every welt…and then he made me bend over the bathroom sink and spread so he could see how raw my ass was. He put some of that antiseptic cream on me, working it inside me.” Jay’s face flushed. “It wasn’t done to turn me on, the way you just did. It was like he was a guy doing maintenance on his car. He was humming under his breath, just taking care of something he owned. Then when he’d washed his hands, he got out these nail clippers and trimmed my fingernails. Didn’t even look at me or talk to me. Just…tidied me up.”

Austin’s cock couldn’t get any harder, but it tried. He felt hot and dizzy with lust. Liam was twisted in the best possible ways. “That is so fucking kinky. Tell me he let you come?”

Jay smirked. “Jerked me off into the sink as casually as if he was brushing his teeth—not that it took long, the state I was in—slapped my ass, and told me to clean the bathroom while he was gone.”

“I hate you both,” Austin said with conviction. “You’re going to make it up to me, right? Because while you were fucking each other’s brains out, I was playing anti-Cupid, and it was about as much fun as getting a cavity filled. Ryan’s way too good for her, but try making him see that.”

“I just offered to blow you, and you turned me down,” Jay pointed out. “And can we please not talk about April when we’re naked? I didn’t think anything could kill this hard-on, but picturing her whining at you is doing the trick.”

“Sorry. It was kind of a crazy weekend, and not in the good way yours was.”

The sound of a key in the front door lock caught both their attention at the same moment. Hopefully Liam was alone and hadn’t picked up a friend on his shopping trip, Austin thought as he looked across his bare knees.

“I’m back,” Liam called from the entryway. “I hope you waited for me for the big reunion.”

“Um, kind of?” Austin called back, exchanging a conspiratorial grin with Jay.

They could hear Liam taking off his coat and hanging it up; Austin imagined watching Liam notice Jay’s sweater and his bag on the floor, but Liam didn’t comment on that, just came to join them, still carrying his shopping bags from the mall. “Welcome home,” Liam said and bent to kiss him. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised you started without me.”

“We didn’t, really,” Austin said. “Jay was telling me about last night and this morning. I wanted to see him.”

“No permanent damage, I trust?” Liam was relaxed, not offended.