Page 165 of Demise

“Alright, Liam and the princess are getting pancakes, but the rest of you are on your own.”

“Shit, I’ll suck your cock for some pancakes.” Wesley laughs.

“Don’t lie,” I say. “You’d do it for free.”

He throws his head back laughing, shooting me a wink as Ronan grumbles.

“Can we not talk about sucking my nephew’s cock? I’m still trying to wake up.”

“Don’t be upset, daddy,” Liam teases. “How about I suck you off while Wesley sucks Asher. We’ll trade boyfriends!”

“Wesley and I are NOT together,” Ronan fires back.

“No, but Liam does have a hell of a mouth on him. Might want to take him up on this deal, Ro,” Wesley says, giving Liam a quick wink.

God, we are all so horny and disgusting, and I love every second of it.

Ronan is literally saved by the bell as his phone rings. He doesn’t even look at the screen before he’s standing, moving me off his lap as he walks out of the room to take it. Wesley, though, doesn’t seem to be done with this joke. Or maybe he’s not joking.

As Asher begins pouring the pancake mix, Wesley saunters across the kitchen, leaning his hip against the counter beside Asher.

“What?” Asher asks as he looks at him.

“Just admiring,” Wesley says as his eyes run over Asher’s bare torso.

“Yeah, well, keep your admiring to yourself. I’m set on partners.”

Wesley glances to me and Liam before back to Asher, scooting in a few inches.

“I’m gonna take a page out of Skyla’s book and say, why choose?”

“Hey! That makes me sound like a whore,” I throw out.

“You’re not, little one. You just know what you like, and you go for it.”

I shrug. That I can live with.

“Come on, Ash. You can’t tell me you don’t think about that night in that shack?” Wesley goads as he leans in closer and closer.

Asher watches him, his gaze bouncing from Wesley’s mouth to his eyes. But he doesn’t pull away.

“You can’t tell me you didn’t love my lips on yours, my tongue down your throat. You melted into me like putty.”

“It was a heat of the moment thing,” Asher says tightly.

Surprising me, Wesley reaches down, slipping his hand inside Asher’s boxers and gripping his cock. My mouth drops as Wesley pushes his boxers down, revealing Asher’s hard cock. Wesley drags his hand up and down it slowly as Asher’s eyes shutter close. I can tell he’s trying everything he can to fight it but when Wesley chuckles, his eyes flutter open.

“You remember how good I sucked your cock? Liam’s too? Both of your cocks in my mouth, grinding together.”

“Oh, I remember,” Liam practically moans.

Asher still stays strong in his resolve, but when Wesley’s mouth brushes against his, he loses it. Asher really is the one to initiate the kiss, his hips thrusting, forcing Wesley to stroke him as Wesley stays still, smiling against him like he’s tasting victory. I’m not sure what game he’s playing but I’m all for watching the prize go down right here and now. Screw the pancakes.

“Fuck,” Asher moans into Wesley’s mouth as he reaches for his pants, his hand slipping inside when Ronan steps back into the room.

He looks at Wesley and Asher and freezes. I expect him to be mad. He’s been very clear that he’s quite protective of Wesley, especially with Asher, but I don’t see anger in his eyes.

“Knock it off,” he says in a tone that grabs everyone’s attention.

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