Page 8 of Matthew

“Masok makes a good point,” Avir said. “Matt’s gone from nothing to a life of luxury in next to no time. He was bound to be shaken up.”

Kom had become a regular pessimist. “Just wait. You’ll discover how much he needs professional help. Do you see what he’s doing now?”

Avir watched Matt. “He’s talking to Masok and looking around.”

“He isn’t simply looking around. He’s searching for and identifying places where he can hide. He always does so in every environment.”

“Kom, he’s checking out his room.” There was no sign of Matt being upset. His gaze did dart over the space, but Avir had no reason to believe he wasn’t merely taking in his surroundings.

“Just wait,” Kom muttered again. “While we’re at it, let’s discuss what happens tonight when we go to bed. Or rather, what won’t happen.”

* * * *

The monster rose from Kom’s lifeless body, and Matt readied to scream.

His eyes snapped open before he did so. For once, he realized he’d been dreaming before terror could take him over, sending him scrambling for a place to hide. Maybe it was due to the warmth surrounding him. Two bodies sandwiched him on a large sleeping mat, their arms surrounding him.

Clan Avir was there. He’d been surprised to discover they expected him to share their bed. He’d been more surprised but greatly relieved there’d been no mention of sex. He’d been a little disappointed too, as it worried him Avir and Masok might not find him attractive. Mostly he’d counted it as a blessing he didn’t have to immediately worry over intercourse with three men.

“Are you okay?” Of course, Kom had woken too, the protective Nobek alerted by the change in Matt’s breathing. His whisper came from behind. It was he who spooned Matt, curling him inside a muscled cradle.

“Yeah.” Without moving, he rolled his gaze up to check on Masok, whose arm and leg slung over him. The dim light in the room, coming from the bathroom’s slightly opened door, revealed the Imdiko’s eyes were closed, his breathing deep.

“Were you dreaming?”

“Yeah. But I’m fine.” He was. His heartrate was slowing from the nightmare.

Kom carefully lifted Masok’s leg off Matt. The Imdiko muttered thickly and turned over to face Avir, who slept on his opposite side.

“Roll on your back, beautiful man.” Kom was already pushing Matt in position. The Nobek kissed him deeply, waking his lust and dispelling the nightmare.

He was concerned what the other two might think if they woke to find Kom soothing him as he so often did, but his thoughts were eclipsed by the Nobek sliding his hand inside the briefs Matt had worn to bed. Kom grasped his wakening cock and masturbated him. Matt whimpered into his mouth and fought the urge to attempt escape.

He was safe to enjoy this. Safe to live in the home of Clan Avir, where monsters only invaded dreams. Nonetheless, he grabbed Kom’s wrist and tried to push him away as his lover rubbed him to fierce arousal. Kom’s rhythm never faltered, and his kisses traveled down Matt’s chin, throat, chest, stomach. All the way down, and the strong grip of his fist was replaced by the hot wetness of his mouth.

Matt bit his lips together, screwed his eyes shut, and shook his head in denial of what shouldn’t happen but would. The gorgeous, damning slide of lips and tongue over his eager shaft and the firm caresses to his sack made him whimper despite his efforts to remain silent. An inner argument sprang to life.

Don’t.

It’s safe.

I can’t.

It’s okay.

If we’re caught…

We won’t be.

Stop!

His eyes were shocked open as a second body eased next to his and an arm circled his waist. He gazed at Masok and terror rose high. He drew a breath to shout a warning.

The cry was muffled against Masok’s lips. The Imdiko’s kiss was as thrilling as Kom’s. Perhaps more, because Masok had merely brushed his lips over Matt’s cheeks, forehead, or crown before. This was their first real kiss, a kiss for the ages as Masok’s tongue stroked his, then dived in to taste him deeply. Matt’s senses scrambled, and the voice in his head insisting terrible things would come of sensual acts with men was silenced.

An instant later, another body moved against him on the opposite side. With Masok kissing him as deliciously as Kom sucked his cock, Matt had no opportunity to see Avir. He felt him though, as the Dramok licked, kissed, sucked, and carefully bit his nipple.

Hands roamed over him, until Matt was sure not an inch of skin was left untouched. Masok mouthed a path to the nipple Avir hadn’t attended to, and Avir delivered his own passionate kiss to Matt’s tingling lips.

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