Page 26 of As Many Stars
“Lovely,” Cam told him, “the two of you, giving me this…oh, look at you…” He eased Ash tenderly down, nestled against Blake, with kisses, with petting. “Love you. Love you both.”
“Yes,” Ash gasped. “Yes…oh, both of you, yes…” He pressed himself against Blake, shivering; but his hand found Blake’s cock, wicked and just the right sort of rough, having learned fast. Blake squirmed, spasmed, jolted with the feel of it. Ash whispered, “You look so good, like this…everything I dreamed about…you, being mine…”
Blake couldn’t think well, but nudged his hips up, pushing himself into Ash’s grip. Yes. Yes. More. Feeling it. Yes.
“I do want to fuck you,” Cam told him, “if you’re still willing. Can you nod, or shake your head, for me?”
Blake nodded. Found a word, a drop of serenity. “Yes.”
“Love you,” Cam said, with feeling; and moved away, got something from a bag, came back. “It’s a sweet oil,” he explained, to Ash’s interested look. “Good quality. Made by a friend, in fact—no, not a friend in the bedroom, he’s got his own arrangement. But he’s good at oils and salves and balms. Different types, too.”
“Different types?” Ash took the small vial, examined it. “Of oil? For—oh. Oh, there are…different…sensations? Like flavors?”
“More heat, ginger, that sort of thing. But aye. Here, hold out your hand.” Ash did; Cam poured oil into it, across his fingers. “Feel how slick that is? Here, put your hand here…” He guided Ash’s touch: between Blake’s legs. That spot. The opening, vulnerable and furled and yearning for this, exactly this, the two of them conquering him.
“Oh,” Ash breathed, wide-eyed: watching his fingers stroke Blake’s rim. Blake couldn’t quite see, but he could feel,strung out like pearls of fire or water or those familiar beloved stars. He felt Ash’s finger push inside him, in him; he cried out softly at the immensity of it.
Ash hesitated. Cam said, “No, that was good, I know that one; more, here…” and more fingers fondled him, caressed him, opened and loosened him. Cam’s hand. Ash’s. Surrounding him, entering him. Slippery as silk and rain and need.
He floated amid sensations, body reacting, responding, wholly theirs. He surrendered to every flare and spark, tranquil.
He heard Cam say, “Here, tease his prick, he likes that, while I fuck him…” and the fingers withdrew, replaced by a blunt massive weight. Cam pushed Blake’s legs up, over his shoulders; lined their bodies up, thrust in.
Oh, so good; so full, so stretched; the cock rubbed along his walls, took him, completed him. Ash’s hand was doing marvelous things to Blake’s own cock, another center of pleasure and bright quick sharpness and heat; the mirrored sensation rippled and reverberated and redoubled. Blake moved frantically, helplessly, claimed by them together; Cam’s cock pounded inside him, found that crackling spot, did not let up…
“Go on,” Cam told him, “come for us, show us how good you feel, we love you and you’re ours and we want to see you feeling good, let it out, let it come…” The next thrust slammed into him rightthere, and Ash’s hand was doing—something shimmery and delirious, and Blake couldn’t even cry out, because the peak gathered up and swept through him and burst in a crescendo, emptying him out, until the drawn-out endless rapture became all he was.
He felt Cam stiffen, going taut; he felt the rush of new heat, Cam’s release inside him. He lay limp and dreamy and faraway, loving it. He heard himself making small sounds, mumbles that weren’t words; his head rolled against the pillows.
Cam eased out of him; Blake sobbed at the emptiness.But Ash petted hm, kissed him, caressed him, spoke to him; the words were hazy, but Blake felt safe, and secure, and cherished, because Ash was there taking care of him, and so was Cam, who came back with soft cloths and cleaned him up, love in every gesture.
He drifted, shaken but serene, tugged by tides but anchored. Opened up, raw, but protected. Annealed.
He woke up more, to find Ash kissing his shoulder, half draped over him. Cam had settled on his other side, solid and tall as a hill-fort, eyes very green, studying him. Cam said, hand resting over Blake’s stomach, idly proprietary in a way Blake rather liked, “Back with us, yet?”
“Mmm. Mostly. I feel…”
“Good, was it?”
“Not the word. It’s like…I don’t know. God. What did you do to me?”
“Loved you,” Ash said, and bit his shoulder, not too hard. “Because we do. Love you.”
“Yes,” Blake said, tentatively. Yes. Here, in this bed, surrounded by them. He could touch them. He could hold them. They’d given him this. Because they wanted to. Because they wanted him. “Was that…was it…good, for you both?”
“Wonderful,” Ashley informed him promptly. “I want to do that more. So much more. I have so many ideas. Oh, and I could do research! The Greeks. The Romans. Different types of oils. Positions we could try.”
“Oh, Lord above,” Cam said, cheerful but still just a little quiet, “we’re in love with a scholar, there’s going to be research, now…”
“Definitely yes!”
Blake turned his head to look at Cam more. Cam smiled at him, ran a hand along his hip, nudged a kiss into Blake’s temple. “So good for me, as well. But you know that.”
“I thought so,” Blake said. “I mean, as far as I could tell.” He extracted an arm from between them, looped it around Cam. “I like being yours.”
“Yes.” Cam burrowed into him. “We’re good, then.”
“I think we are.”
