Page 56 of Cohesion

Jericho pushed just the head in and then retreated. Then did it again. Teasing him. Will tried to push back, take more in, but Jericho retreated with a smirk.

“Tell me.”

“I need it,” Will said simply. It wasn’t a want. It was aneed. Like oxygen. Like water. The same way he needed all of them, in different ways.In all the ways.

Jericho turned Will’s head and tugged him down for a kiss at the same time that he plunged inside, sliding in and stretching him wide. Will cried out, kissing harder and pressing back against him.Fuck—that was—so good. He rotated his hips as Jericho fucked him with shallow thrusts. Jericho wasn’t that much shorter than him, only a few inches, and they perfectly lined up, even when Will arched his chest as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

The muffled, obscene sounds around them from Quinn, Peyton, and Sebastian only heightened everything.

Knowing that Peyton was nearby, finding his own pleasure with two men that were becoming so important to them, was thekind of happiness that Will had never thought possible. It fed on the joy he’d already had with Peyton and multiplied it tenfold, like their own love was on a feedback loop, making everything stronger.

“How’s that?” Jericho whispered hoarsely. “You like that, baby?”

Will could only moan. Jericho used that word so loosely. He’d used the endearment on all of them at least once, and it was fuckingperfect. Even Peyton liked it, and he hated nicknames. It made Will feel special. Like Jericho really did want them, want this, even with all the complications it brought all of them. Five people in a relationship was going to be a fight, no matter which angle they came from.

It wouldn’t be simple, or easy, but Jericho was still here, still calling thembaby.

Jericho slid his hands down to Will’s hips and then snapped his own hard enough to rattle Will’s bones. He fell forward, bracing himself on the table as his legs trembled under the weight of the pleasure.

His eyes met Sebastian’s. He was wearing his clear contacts, though the light mark on his nose said he’d been wearing his glasses for considerable time that day as well.

“Hi,” Will said with a grin.

Sebastian laughed, low and throaty, and a shiver ran down Will’s spine. “Hi.”

Will moaned, his eyes fluttering closed, as Jericho covered him and sped up. He reached down, taking himself in hand and stroking slowly as Jericho nailed his prostate on every perfectly angled thrust.Fuckkkkkk. He was so close. After the edging that had been that poker game, and Quinn massaging his dick to full mast so fuckingcasually, he was already halfway to orgasm before the cards had even officially been abandoned.

Jericho bit down on his shoulder and then soothed it with his tongue. “Don’t come yet, Will.”

Will groaned and let go of his dick, already too close to be able to keep going and obey the command. “Why not?” he huffed. Wasn’t that the point of this? He wasn’t into delayed gratification. He wanted to get off, and he wanted to get offnow.

Jericho kissed his neck and nuzzled his nose into the back of Will’s ear. “If you come now, how will you fuck me?”

Okay. That was a pretty good reason. He could get it up again after the first time, but he wasn’t twenty anymore, and it would take time. He didn’t want to wait to get inside Jericho. Not that long. Too long.

The second that Jericho pulled out of him, Will turned around and kissed him, his dick sliding across Jericho’s stomach, leaking pre-cum.

“My turn, then?” he asked against Jericho’s mouth. “Because I’d like to go all in.”

“No reason the poker game needs to stop now,” Jericho said, grinning. He wrapped his fingers around Will’s length and squeezed as he pumped slowly. “If you’ve got the chips, I’m ready to fold.”

Will slanted his mouth firmly over Jericho’s, rolling his hips up until the contact became too much. If he wasn’t allowed to come while Jericho was fucking him, he doubted he was allowed to while Jericho was jerking him off.

He pulled away before he was tempted to do just that and turned Jericho around. He took his time admiring the strength of Jericho’s back, running his hands over the muscles and then down to the curve of his ass, fingers dipping against the dimples. He was beautifully built, soft and indulgent in all the right places and hard strength everywhere else.

Will caressed down to his thigh before coaxing it up. Jericho took the hint and braced himself open with a foot resting on a nearby chair.

Perfect.

Sebastian lifted himself up onto his elbow, twisting his torso while still allowing Peyton access to his dick, and flicked his tongue over the head of Jericho’s cock. How he hadn’t come yet, with Peyton working him over, Will had no idea. Iron control? He had to be close. Whatever Quinn was doing behind Peyton was making him suck harder, and Will was getting closer to the edge just from hearing it.

Jericho cupped the side of Sebastian’s head, and then he canted his hips forward, forcing his cock through Sebastian’s lips, both of them moaning as he slid in.

Will squeezed his eyes shut, leaning his forehead against the top of Jericho’s spine.Don’tcomedon’tcomedon’tcome.He blindly reached for the lube on the table and flicked the cap before liberally coating his fingers. He easily found Jericho’s hole and massaged the outside briefly. Then he pushed one finger all the way in, tight heat squeezing around him.

Jericho groaned, flinging his head back. “Mmm.Yes.More, Will. I want all of them.”

He might have argued if he wasn’t so fucking turned on that he was going to bust any goddamned second now. He pushed two more fingers in, Jericho’s walls squeezing around him. He sucked at Jericho’s skin, tasting salt and drawing blood to the surface as he pumped his fingers.

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