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“I was selfish. I thought I could somehow have you and still keep the promises I made,” Callan sighed. “I’m so sorry, Finn.” He knew they were reaching a point where Finn would walk away from him again so he leaned down and kissed him. “I wish I could be the man you deserve.”
One last kiss. He needed one more. Callan pulled Finn up to meet him as he licked over his lips and whispered, “One taste, Finn. Please, I just need one taste.”
Finn whimpered, then opened his mouth and let Callan in. Desire sparked through him at the taste of Finn and he used his tongue to explore every surface of Finn’s soft mouth before he stroked his tongue over Finn’s. It was a thousand times better then he’d ever imagined. He angled his head so he could get deeper inside that mouth and then his hands were pulling Finn up against his body. Tight, smooth skin greeted his touch and muscles rippled beneath his palms as he gripped Finn’s upper back.
Callan let his lips trail down Finn’s neck, then he shifted them both so that they were facing Rhys who had remained on his knees behind him. The other man was watching them with sad acceptance, then actually made a move to get up and Callan instantly knew what he was thinking. He grabbed Rhys’ hand and pulled him back down, then wrapped his hand around Rhys’ neck and pulled him in for a long, deep kiss. Their tongues clashed as the kiss turned needy and then they were both turning their attention on Finn who’d been watching them in awe. Callan kissed Finn’s mouth as Rhys began a slow perusal of the skin over Finn’s collarbone.
Callan managed to pull back from Finn long enough to whisper, “One night Finn. Give me one night. I have no right to ask, but I need you. I need both of you,” he said, his eyes moving from Finn to Rhys.
Long seconds passed as each man studied him in turn, then Finn was kissing him again, his soft “yes” hard to hear over the ringing in his ears. As he leaned back to watch Finn kiss Rhys, Callan knew that the memory of what would happen next would have to last him a lifetime because come morning, he’d be alone again.
* * *
Finn shook as Cal pulled him to his feet and he wasn’t sure if it was nerves, need, or shock. Probably all three, he mused as Cal kissed him again. His entire life had irrevocably changed in the last five minutes and he was likely about to make things worse. He knew that if he told Cal no, everything would end and Cal would let him go this time, no argument. Betrayal was burning inside him like acid, but the need to be with Cal and Rhys was just a little bit greater. He wasn’t even at a point where he could safely process Cal’s admission of love, so he focused on the moment and nothing else.
Between Cal and Rhys taking turns kissing him, Finn wasn’t sure how he’d make it to the second act because his body was on the verge of exploding. And if that wasn’t enough, watching the two men drown in each other had him reaching for his cock. He would have expected to feel jealousy, but he just wanted more. More of all of it.
Cal turned back to him and suddenly grabbed the backs of his thighs and lifted him. He automatically wrapped around Cal, then opened his mouth when Cal began kissing him again. As Cal began walking towards the bedroom, Finn’s eyes latched on to Rhys who was right behind them, stripping off his T-shirt. God, was this really happening?
Finn felt himself falling backwards and his back bounced on the mattress. Cal was on him instantly, the sweet, slow kisses giving way to hard, needy drags. Light flooded the room and then the mattress dipped as Rhys settled next to them and Cal rolled them so he and Finn were facing. Firm lips coasted over his back and shoulders, then latched on to his neck as an arm snaked around his waist. Both men finally gave him a moment to catch his breath as hands and mouths worked their way down his body. Then he was flat on his back again as Cal worked his pajama bottoms off and Rhys sucked one of his nipples into his mouth.
Finn hissed at the pleasure that surged through him, then arched violently as Cal sucked the tip of his cock into his mouth. Finn dug his fingers into Rhys’ back as the man continued to suck and kiss his way down towards his abdomen. A hot tongue dipped into his belly button, then went lower. As Cal worked him in deeper, Finn felt Rhys shift and then suddenly Cal’s mouth was releasing him. Finn leaned up on his elbows to beg him not to stop, then lost the ability to speak when he saw Cal and Rhys kissing, their mouths just inches from his aching dick. He didn’t want to do anything to stop it, so he hung there and enjoyed the sight of the two men battling over control of the kiss. Rhys finally won and Finn knew exactly the pleasure Cal would be experiencing as that talented tongue fucked in and out of his mouth.
The show only lasted for a minute before two sets of eyes latched onto his. Before he could even consider what might happen next, two tongues curled around his pulsing length. With one man on each side of him and mouths working in tandem, Finn knew he was a goner and he dropped back down on the bed and closed his eyes as the tingle in his spine signaled the end. Someone’s mouth closed over his cock – he wasn’t sure whose – and he felt a tongue dip back into his mouth. He didn’t need to open his eyes to know it was Rhys who claimed his mouth because his and Cal’s unique flavors would be burned into his mind forever.
“I’m gonna come,” he managed to say as his balls drew up almost painfully.
“Watch him, baby,” Rhys whispered as he shifted Finn’s shoulders up and dragged his upper body against him so Finn could see what Cal was doing to him. “Watch him drink down every drop,” he said against Finn’s ear as he licked the sensitive skin there.
Cal dragged up and down his length slowly, twisting his tongue around the shaft on each stroke. Blunt fingers curled around his balls and massaged them as Cal pulled off long enough to let some saliva dribble down onto Finn’s supersensitive cock. Finn was so close, but he needed that final push.
“Please, Cal,” he said hoarsely and shuddered when those nearly gray eyes collided with his. Cal watched him intently for a moment and Finn reached out to clutch Rhys’ hand, needing something to ground him. Then Cal was back on him and sucking hard, his head bobbing up and down. And he never took his eyes off of Finn. Two more hard tugs, then Cal went all the way down to the root and swallowed.
Finn cried out as he came and he forced his eyes to stay open as he watched his body thrust deeper into Cal’s mouth. Spurt after endless spurt shot out of his body, but Cal never lost a drop and didn’t release him even after Finn collapsed against Rhys’ chest, the orgasm draining him. Cal’s tongue continued to gently suck him, then licked him clean while Rhys kissed him. Then Cal’s mouth was on his again, but Finn couldn’t find the strength to do anything but lay there and let Cal love him. And then his men were kissing each other once again and a spark of need began to coil in Finn as he felt Cal’s erection pressed up against his hips as Cal straddled him.
He saw Cal’s hand close over Rhys’ cock as Rhys leaned in further so their bodies were nearly aligned from the waist up. Finn reached his own hand down and curled it around Cal’s length and watched in satisfaction as Cal’s eyes keyed in on his.
* * *
Callan closed his eyes as Rhys’ lips closed over the skin on his neck and Finn’s hand began stroking him slowly. The taste of Finn still lingered in his mouth and he wished he had the stamina to combine it with Rhys’ flavor. But he knew that if he didn’t get inside Finn soon, he wouldn’t last. And this night had to last him a fucking lifetime. Callan reached out with his free hand to pull Rhys in for another drugging kiss as he continued to play with the man’s cock. He felt Finn stiffen further beneath him, a clear sign that the sight of him and Rhys kissing turned Finn on.
Callan buried his hand in Rhys’ hair and forced Rhys to release him. His eyes met the other man’s and he said, “I want you inside me,” then looked down at Finn. “I want you inside me while I’m inside him.” Finn’s eyes widened and his lips parted. The younger man’s erection was back in full force.
“Callan,” Rhys began. “You don’t have to-”
He kissed Rhys hard before releasing him again. “I trust you. Both of you,” he said firmly, his eyes dropping down to Finn briefly. “Rhys, I want this so bad,’ he said in a strangled voice. And it was true. He’d waited a lifetime for this moment with Finn, but he’d give it up in a second if it didn’t include Rhys. Callan had no idea how the other man had become so important to him so quickly, but he wasn’t going to question it – not tonight anyway. He was giving himself this one night to have the life he wanted. He kissed Rhys again, slowly this time, and sighed when he felt the acquiescence go through the other man.
“Finn, nightstand,” he managed to say between Rhys’ bone melting kisses. A condom was pressed into his hand and he forced himself to release Rhys’ lips long enough to work the latex down the man’s erection. Nerves went through him as he realized how thick Rhys really was and a twinge of panic skittered down his spine. But then Rhys’ hands were stroking his chest and curling around his back. The man’s instinct for knowing when Callan needed his touch was uncanny and that reminder of how much he really did trust Rhys had him searching out the bottle of lube Finn had placed by his knee.
Callan turned his attention back on Finn and leaned down and trailed his fingers over the man’s lips. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, hoping to God Finn hadn’t changed his mind.
Finn nodded, then pulled Callan down for a kiss. He felt Rhys shift behind him and big hands caressed down his sides and over his hips. Callan released Finn’s mouth, then sat up and pulled Finn further down the bed and bent his legs back and shifted his ass higher, exposing the pretty hole waiting for him. He took the bottle of lube Rhys handed him and poured some on his fingers, then skimmed them over the fluttering opening. Finn closed his eyes at the contact, then tensed up when Callan pushed the tip of his finger inside him. Callan pulled back a little before pushing back in until his second knuckle disappeared into the hot body twitching beneath him. One more drag and his finger was in as far as it could go.
“So tight,” he muttered as he pulled his finger out, then pushed it and another finger all the way in. Finn moaned and spread himself wider. Callan sensed Rhys watching him, then felt the other man’s front press into his back as his arms came around Callan and grabbed Finn’s legs to hold him open. Callan could feel Rhys’ erection against his own ass and the excitement of knowing he would soon be connected to these two men in a way no one could ever take from him had his fingers trembling as they twisted and scissored inside of Finn. On his next pass, he searched out the spongy spot inside of Finn that he knew would have him seeing stars and was rewarded with a loud shout.
“Fuck! Jesus, what is that?” Finn cried in pleasure as Callan nailed him again.
“Your sweet spot, baby,” Rhys managed to say, his voice husky with need.
