Page 106 of Cohesion

When he returned from checking on Will and Peyton—both asleep, wrapped around each other—and getting lube and massage oil, Quinn was still in exactly the same spot. It looked like he hadn’t even taken a breath.

At the first touch of Jericho’s hand against his upper back, he relaxed imperceptibly, leaning into it. There was something so incredibly powerful about how much trust Quinn was giving him. They’d all let him in so easily. Not just into their bed, but into theirlives. The same way he’d let them into his.

Jericho pressed a kiss to Quinn’s shoulder blade. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He placed the items on the bench and leaned around to undo Quinn’s pants, sliding them down over his hips along with his black briefs until he was standing naked. His ass was a thing of beauty, round and smooth and ready to fit into Jericho’s hands. He was beautiful, and breathtaking, and so many other things that Jericho didn’t have words for.

Jericho felt like he’d won the jackpot with all of them, despite having never put in a lottery ticket for the relationship prize. It hadn’t been a prize he’dwantedto win. It had fallen into his lap without his permission. He couldn’t imagine being without it now.

He popped the cap off the massage oil and poured a generous amount over the back of Quinn’s shoulders, the thick substance sliding down and over his strong muscles.

“What are you doing?” Quinn asked.

“Shh.” If Quinn wanted this, he would have to take it exactly how Jericho gave it out. This wasn’t a quickie, stick it in and finish it. Quinn deserved so much better than that.Neededso much more than that.

This wasn’t about sex at all; it was about comfort and connection.

Jericho took his time massaging the oil into Quinn’s muscles, sliding his thumbs up and down either side of his spine and spending extra time in tight spots.

Quinn hung his head forward with a moan. The action did exactly what Jericho had hoped for: pushed his ass out at the perfect angle.

“You feel—I can’t—”

“I know,” Jericho murmured. Quinn had hit rock bottom, but he had just a bit further to fall. Jericho would take him there, where he needed to go, and then he would lift him back up. It wasn’t a failure to fall so far, and Jericho had been there plenty of times. All Quinn needed to know was that Jericho would always be there to help him rise. They all would be. Sebastian especially, who had given his soul to this incredible man a long time ago. Far smarter than he looked.

One of Jericho’s hands slipped down to spread the oil over the curve of Quinn’s ass, pressing deep against the soft cushions. Another moan fell from those perfect lips. His fingers curled against the bench, veins in his hands prominent and begging for Jericho’s tongue.

Jericho continued to massage out the tense coil of Quinn’s muscles, flicking his thumb over his hole and applying light pressure every so often without going further. He slid his otherhand all the way to Quinn’s nape, rubbing the oil into his neck and getting some in his hair. It didn’t matter. They were going to get messy, and then Jericho would take him to the shower and wash it all away. A kind of detox.

On the next slide over Quinn’s entrance, he slipped just the tip of his thumb in, leaving it there while his other hand focused on the muscles around the small of his back and that curve between his ass and the middle. The tension all started there.

He poured a bit more oil, some of it going down Quinn’s front. He slicked up his fingers with the lube and shifted to the side, his hard cock straining against his pants and rubbing Quinn’s hip as he slipped his index finger into Quinn, sliding it in at an angle and gently pushing through the muscle. At the same time, he massaged the oil into Quinn’s pec and down to his hard abdomen, making the owl tattoo glisten.

Quinn’s hips moved in tandem with Jericho’s fingers, begging for more without saying a word. He was so tight around him, and when he tried to add another, it was a hard fit. He slowly worked it in, taking his time and simultaneously spreading more oil down Quinn’s front and over his shoulders, down his arm, across his back. Covering him in the thickness so he could easily glide, relaxing every muscle.

He didn’t add a third finger until Quinn was pushing against him, and every slide inside was smooth and not a fight to get inside. He had no intention of hurting Quinn. Jericho didn’t need to use pain to break him down. This wasn’t about that, and there were other ways to get where they needed to go.

“Do you want more, baby?” Jericho asked, kissing behind Quinn’s ear.

“All of it,” Quinn groaned quietly. “I need all of you.”

Jericho grazed his teeth down Quinn’s neck, down and then back up again. This time when Quinn turned and their lips met, it was softer. Still desperate, and unhinged, but softer. He wasn’ttrying to fight Jericho or turn this into something angry or uncontrolled.

Much better.

Jericho leaned back only far enough to slide his zipper down without undoing his belt or the button. He shifted his briefs and then pulled out his cock. He coated himself in lube, using more than was probably necessary. He’d use the whole bottle if he had to.

“Breathe, push out, and try not to tense up.” He slid the head of his cock around Quinn’s hole, pressing in lightly before retreating and massaging around it again, getting the muscles slick and wet and keeping them relaxed.

“I’ve been on the other end of this before,” Quinn said, a hint of lazy amusement in his tone. Light slurring to his words; he was relaxed and putty in Jericho’s arms.

“Yeah?” Jericho kissed below his ear. “Then you know what to do.” He trailed a hand down Quinn’s arm, then spread his hand on the countertop before tangling their fingers together. “If this is as far as you want to go, that’s okay. Whatever you need, Quinn.”

“I needyou.”

Jericho bit down gently on Quinn’s shoulder, uncaring that the taste of Quinn was mixed with the massage oil. It was non-toxic, and nothing was stopping him from getting his mouth on that skin.

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