Page 5 of Throuple Next Door

After dinner, Austin fell into bed. His original plan had been for them to stay at the hotel, but with the bedroom set up, the three of them could make do at the house. It was a little rustic, but they were good to go for a few days, and it wasn’t like there was a shortage of things to get done. The guys were still down in the family room working to install the bracket for the television, which seemed to take more time and effort than they thought it would. That was okay. It gave them something to do, and Austin knew they would join him soon enough. He figured he’d wake up when they joined him, but the next thing Austin knew, he woke to a bright room with Randy on his right and Weaver on his left.

Randy was pressed to his back, an arm around his waist far enough that he was touching Weaver as well. Weaver faced him, a hand on his arm. Austin had long ago discovered that no matter which position they were in when they got in bed, they seemed to gravitate to where they were all touching each other.

“I think he’s awake,” Randy said softly, his voice deep with a desire that always got Austin revved up. There was something about that tone that sent his heart racing.

“I know he is,” Weaver said. “I can feel just how awake.” Warm fingers slipped around his length, and Austin closed his eyes, groaning as Randy slid in closer, his cock pressing against Austin’s ass. “And it’s a Sunday morning.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” Austin groaned as Weaver began stroking him lightly before pushing the covers away.

“None of your damned deliveries to interrupt us,” Weaver said before sliding downward. Austin moaned as Weaver’s lips grazed a nipple and then trailed down his belly.

“Oh yeah,” Austin gasped as he pressed closer to Weaver, desperate for sensation. “Do it.”

Weaver stopped. “What is it you want?” He held still. “I need to hear it.” Sometimes, Weaver was so deliciously frustrating.

“Blow my mind with that mouth of yours,” Austin said. Why be ordinary if he could help it? Weaver chuckled and then slid his lips over Austin’s cock, taking him all the way. “Jesus.” He ran his fingers through Weaver’s thick, black hair, carding it as he bobbed his head, sending Austin into fucking orbit.

Randy, of course, was not going to be left out. Austin turned his head, and Randy claimed his lips, kissing him hard enough to almost make him forget what Weaver was doing to him.

“Don’t think for a second that I’m just going to watch,” Randy purred into his ear as he slipped a finger between Austin’s lips. He sucked that digit, getting it good and wet before Randy pulled it away. He knew what was next, and Randy didn’t disappoint, slipping the spit-slicked finger between his cheeks and then inside him, tilting it until Austin slammed his cock down Weaver’s throat. It only took seconds before Austin could barely remember his own fucking name. He shivered and tried to maintain some kind of control, but his men knew exactly how to drive him out of his mind and touch his heart at the same damned time.

For an instant, Austin felt empty when Randy pulled away, but then he groaned loudly as Randy filled him, stretching him completely, then pressed against his back, heat from foot to shoulder. Within a few seconds, Randy set the pace, and Weaver followed right along, taking him, filling him, surrounding him, all of it sending Austin to near oblivion.

Randy’s arms enveloped him in warmth as Weaver sucked harder for a few seconds. Then he backed away and lay in front of Austin, pressing back onto Austin’s cock, pressure surrounding him. Give and take—that was the hallmark of their relationship and moments like this.

“How do you want this?” Randy whispered in Austin’s ear.

“Fuck me so hard that Weaver can feel it,” Austin moaned, and Randy did just that, driving into him, giving to him, and Austin passed it right on. He loved being between his men, giving and getting at the same time, surrounded by love, more love than Austin had ever dreamed of… maybe more than he deserved. Randy held him tighter, sucking at the base of his neck. He knew he was going to have one hell of a mark, but Austin didn’t mind. It was a visible sign that he was loved, and Austin passed the sentiment onto Weaver.

“Love you,” Randy said, and Austin knew it was meant for both of them. Weaver pressed back, groaning his feelings as well. Austin tried, but Randy drove into him at that moment, and Austin wasn’t sure what the hell he actually said, shaking as waves of passion overtook him completely.

Within seconds, the last of his control snapped, and Randy trembled as his climax washed over him. He filled Weaver with his release just as Randy did the same, all three of them trembling with the combined power of their ecstasy.

Austin floated in the arms of his men as Weaver slowly pulled away and then rolled over. Austin gasped as Randy slid out of him. Their three-way kiss was languid and gentle, each of them holding him. “Don’t think I don’t know that this is your way of trying to keep me from worrying about shit.”

Randy snickered. “Really? That’s what you have to say at a moment like this.”

Austin smiled, pulling both men down to kiss them. “Don’t forget, I know both of you too well.”

Weaver nuzzled Austin’s neck, finding just the right spot to send tingles up his spine.

“And we know you, too, honey,” Randy whispered. “Never forget that.”

Randy was the first one out of bed, and soon afterward, the shower started.

“Too bad the damned thing isn’t big enough for the three of us,” Weaver said softly.

“Then you and Randy need to fix that. I’ll add it to the list.” Austin rolled into Weaver’s arms, dozing off until it was his turn in the shower.

Weaver got out of the shower and dressed in old clothes. Then he peeked into their bedroom, which smelled strongly of sex. God, he loved that scent, and the man still curled up in bed. He closed the door quietly and followed the aroma of food downstairs to the kitchen.

“I grabbed McDonalds,” Randy said, pushing the bag toward him. Weaver grabbed the two Egg McMuffins and began eating. “Where’s Austin?” Randy asked around his sausage biscuits.

“Still asleep. I don’t think he slept much last night, so I figured we could let him rest.” He opened the fridge and grabbed two bottles of OJ, handing one to Randy. “Now that the paint is dry, I thought I’d get your office cleaned up and ready for tomorrow.” He leaned against the counter. “Austin is adding to his list. He says we need a shower big enough for all three of us.”

“I thought of that too. But if we enlarge the bathroom, then we’re going to lose a lot of the third bedroom, and that’s already small enough.” Randy took another bite and swallowed. “But I was thinking that if we shored up the foundation of the screened-in porch on the side, we could use that space for a hot tub. It’s big enough, and I was thinking that if we made the space more private….”

“I like it. Maybe we could rework the space to be more of a three-season room instead of a screen porch. All we’d need to do is replace the screens with glass, add some privacy… and we’d be gold for most of the year. We could put the hot tub at one end of the space and build in cabinets and stuff on the other end for supplies, towels, and things like that.”

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