Page 49 of Sold Blood
He whines again, moving his arms and legs. His movements have Isaiah opening his eyes. The lights outside are enough for me to make out the frown on his face.
"Roo, it's okay, baby. You're okay." He kisses the side of Joey's face, nudging him in the neck with his nose. "Easy does it," Isaiah says before singing a song I haven't heard in years. The one he had always played on my stereo on our random nightly drives, the song he always whistled at random when it got too quiet.
Joey's eyes flicker open and his whimpering stops. His face is wet with tears when I touch his face. "Safe," he whispers.
"Yea, baby, you're safe," Isaiah responds softly. Joey turns his face slightly toward Isaiah. "Make me too tired to dream."
"Whatever you need, mi amor."
"I need all of it."
Joey moans when Isaiah's hand disappears beneath the sheet. It moves with the thrust of his hand and Joey moans louder, rubbing his ass over my crotch. He turns his head toward me, wrapping his arm around my neck, seeking out my lips with his.
I kiss him as his body shakes, capturing his soft whimpers with my mouth. I rock my hips forward, thankful I didn't put any clothes on after my shower. I rub each hard nub between my fingers and the sound of slapping skin grows louder. I lift the blanket enough to get a glimpse of Isaiah's cock rubbing up and down against Joey's. My cock throbs and my mouth waters asbeads of precum form at their tips. Isaiah kisses Joey's neck and Joey reaches his hand behind him, grabbing my cock. He guides it toward his hole. "Please," he begs in between kisses. "I want to feel you too."
I break away from our kiss to reach in the nearby drawer for my bottle of lube. It's cold in the palm of my hand and I warm it between my hands, before rubbing it over Joey's hole. I pour a few drops over my cock, stroking it up and down before guiding it back to Joey's still overworked hole. I slowly slide myself in, pushing it past his tight ring of muscles. Fuck, he feels delicious.
He's warm and snug around my cock as I fuck in and out of him. Joey's body moves back and forth, and I don't make him stay still this time. I want him writhing between Isaiah and me. I tug at his nipples again, rocking my hips forward, thrusting deeper inside Joey. His hole squeezes around me, tugging on my cock.
Isaiah follows my rhythm, thrusting upward until his body convulses and he moans loudly through his pleasure. Joey is right behind him and his hole clenches around my cock with his body trembling in my arms. Warmth overtakes me as I move closer to the edge of my own euphoria. I slide my hand between them, collecting both of their cum on my fingers and shoving it between my lips. The taste of them explodes on my tongue and I grind against Joey faster, filling him with my cum. The room grows brighter with the sun coming in and the cold air softly caresses my skin. Every part of me which still touches Joey tingles.
Isaiah kisses Joey before throwing the covers over his body to get off the bed. He walks slowly into the bathroom and comes out with a washcloth in his hand. Joey groans as Isaiah runs it over his skin while kissing him again. "Better, baby?"
Joey mutters a few incoherent words as Isaiah wipes between his ass cheeks. "I'll take that as a yes. Time for you to get somemore sleep, mi amor." Isaiah smiles my way, kissing my lips before climbing off the bed again. "You too, C. If we keep waking you up, you may never let us in your bed again."
"I don't think you'll have to worry about that," I say, wrapping my arms around Joey again. He releases a few snores and I bury my face in his neck, hoping to drift off with him beside me. Hopefully we can chase off each other's nightmares together.
Twenty-eight
Joey
The bed is empty when I first open my eyes and it takes a few minutes for me to sit up on the edge of the mattress. I rub the sleep from my eyes and follow the sound of the running shower.
The bathroom is filled with steam coming from the hot water running on the other side of the glass door. I step inside, quietly closing the door behind me. Carlos is facing the wall, lathering his body with the suds from the soap.
"Morning," I say, causing him to jump where he stands.
He spins around with large, round eyes. "Morning, Little One. Ready for the day?"
"More than I'll ever be. Where's Izzy?"
"Out putting up the first flag. Meeting an old friend for lunch."
"So it begins then." I rub my eyes. "I can't believe I slept that long."
"I can after everything you've been through."
"When will I stop being so damn tired?"
He strokes my cheek with the bed of his thumb. "Everything will get better with time. You have Isaiah there to help you through it and he's the best man for the job."
"What about you?"
"What about me?"
"Do I have you too?"
"If that's what you want. It doesn't have to be permanent. I don't want either one of you to ever feel obligated to stay longer than you have to."
