Both men shot inside Rus at the same time.
Kaiden filled his mouth and held Rus’ head in place until he’d swallowed the load.
Dylan pumped into Rus’ ass slowly, seeming to hold onto the climax a bit longer with each stroke.
When both men finished, they lay on the bed sideways on either side of Rus, who could barely move. He was lost in the rush of pleasure and drained from it all too.
“Goddamn, that was something for sure.” Rus wheezed.
“Just wait until I pound you out in the shower later,” Dylan teased.
“My ass is going to need one to two business months to recover.”
They all laughed.
“Maybe you should pound Dylan out in the shower,” Kaiden suggested.
“Preferably in the bed,” Rus replied, his muscles feeling like jelly, and in no mood to stand at the moment.
“Fine by me.” Dylan rolled Rus onto his back and straddled him in a swift motion.
“I’m going to need a minute to recover,” Rus said, practically out of breath. “And a cigarette. Goddamn, could I use a cigarette.”
Dylan collapsed beside him, moving so he could pull Kaiden into their embrace.
The three of them lay there resting, then kissed and cuddled and enjoyed the night together.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Inthe weeks that followed, Dylan found himself busier than usual. Jasmine hadn’t been kidding about giving him more responsibility. January flew by in a whirlwind of paperwork that he’d never realized stacked up oh so quickly. Bills upon bills. Permits. Hearings. Appointments. Every little thing came with an average of three reminders in Jasmine’s phone, quite a literal lifeline, to ensure she never missed anything.
So, when Dylan had a free weekend at the beginning of February, he didn’t hesitate to bolt. He drove over to Rus’ apartment and hunkered up with no intention of leaving until Monday morning. He wouldn’t even step outside for food, demanding they order takeout for the convenience.
“Stop picking fights with everyone,” Rus grumbled, clicking his controller to set up his characters defensively for a battle Dylan had provoked.
He lay sprawled out on Rus’ bed playing Baldur’s Gate 3 and intentionally starting fights with every single NPC they encountered just to see how many surprise attacks it’d takebefore Rus blew a gasket.
Surprisingly, Rus kept his cool, merely sighing every time they started a new battle. He sat crisscross on the bed, which made for the perfect pillow for Dylan to rest his head on.
“Considering you’re the hot-tempered one, you’d think this would be right up your alley,” Kaiden said from the floor.
Dylan looked up at Rus, grinning. It helped that Kaiden unintentionally supported his teasing. With Kaiden on the floor, Dylan kept his legs stretched over Kaiden’s shoulders, almost hugging him with his legs. But not too tightly, since Kaiden positioned himself there so he could draw. He camped out on the floor so he had room for his art supplies and could use the edge of the bed as a sort of brace for his back.
There was a special kind of joy Dylan found in using his boyfriends as comfy furniture. They didn’t seem to mind, and Dylan enjoyed having them to prop him up as he sank deeper into the mattress.
They continued playing for hours with Rus dropping random hidden facts about the game every time they explored a new area, and Kaiden disappearing into his artwork. Occasionally, he’d hold up a sketch to a character he knew Rus or Dylan loved.
“It’s terrible,” Kaiden said, tossing the sheet of paper back at them.
“I love it,” Dylan said, snatching up the page and studying the details.
Kaiden could profess all he wanted that he hated video games or found the fantasy stuff too confusing to keep track of, but Dylan suspected he rather enjoyed the story. Especially since he’d managed to sketch a portrait of every companion at least once.
Granted, they did play the game a lot. It helped that every time Rus and Dylan started a new game, they made entirely different choices. Mostly different choices. Dylan couldn’t be evil in the game, no matter how much Rus tried to influence a little bit of chaos. Personally, Dylan suspected that was the influence of Rus’ in-game murderous vampire twink boyfriend, who always wanted to stab somebody. Dylan much preferred the honorable warlock with a chivalrous heart and the chatty wizard who never stopped rambling about something. They didn’t want to conquer the world, merely save it.
As conversation died down, Dylan’s mind wandered to the upcoming holiday. Despite how busy he’d been as of late, he hoped to celebrate with his boyfriends.
“You know,” he said as casually as possible. “I was thinking of making reservations for Valentine’s Day.”
