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“It’s fine.” He thrust into Jericho with a punch of his hips. Jericho moaned, his fingers finding purchase in the blanket.
Peyton was perfectly fine. More than fine.
“Just like that,” Jericho said gutturally. “Just like that. Don’t stop. Don’t—fuck.”
“That mouth never stops, does it?”
“I’m waiting for you to make me,” Jericho said.
Peyton changed his angle, and Jericho cried out. He pulled out on the next thrust, a whine slipping from between Jericho’s lips. He flipped Jericho’s sheer bulk one-handed—his shoulder was fuckingfine—and slid back inside him in one smooth movement.
Jericho’s forehead dropped to the bed, his dark, wavy hair falling across the white blanket. Peyton rotated his hips, sending a jolt of pleasure running down his legs.
Jericho mumbled something unintelligible. Peyton grinned and pulled back before snapping his hips forward. Jericho groaned loudly and fisted his hands.
Peyton caressed Jericho’s thigh, the swell of his ass, and around to his hip. He held on as he gave a few short, sharp thrusts. Jericho continued making noises worthy of a porn star as he arched his back, taking Peyton in deeper.
He leaned forward, tangling his fingers in Jericho’s hair, the silky locks wrapping around him like a vine. He used the hold to pull Jericho with him as he straightened. The angle and hold allowed him to slide in and out of Jericho without jolting his shoulder too much. There was a slight twinge but nothing compared to the pleasure circling his dick. He knew his body well enough to know that this wasn’t doing any damage to his healing.
Quinn covered Peyton’s back and shoved hard into him, the movement echoing through to Jericho as Quinn fucked them both. When he slowed, Peyton took over, pistoning into Jericho so hard that the bed rattled.
Will pulled Sebastian to his knees as well, coaxing him up with a gentle arm wrapped around his waist. He kept them securely locked together as he shuffled them forward until Jericho and Sebastian were close enough to kiss. Peyton used his hold to push Jericho’s head harder against Sebastian’s mouth. They moaned in sync, husky mirrors of one another.
Sebastian’s hand ventured down to where Jericho and Peyton were joined. He used the excess lube—there was plenty of that—to coat two fingers before he pressed them in beside Peyton’s dick. Peyton bit down on the soft skin above Jericho’s collarbone as he slid in and out, Quinn fillinghimin tandem.
Jericho was even tighter now as Peyton shared the space with Sebastian’s fingers. It was fucking incredible. Just the thought of Sebastian’s dick sliding into the tight space to destroy Jericho’s hole had Peyton climbing closer to the inevitable jump over the cliff.
“Harder, Quinn,” he gasped. “I need it harder.” There were times for a nice, sweet, leisurely fuck. This wasn’t it.
“If it hurts your shoulder, I need you to tell me.”
“Yes.”
“I’m serious, Peyton.”
“Promise. Just please.Please.” If it hurt too much, even though he hated to, he would call a halt to it. The last thing he wanted to do was make the injury permanent. He’d seen fellow soldiers go down that path, and he wasn’t interested in walking down it. Until he got to that threshold, he needed Quinn to fuck him like he meant it.
Peyton’s eyes met Will’s. Watching the confident way that he completely owned Sebastian was a sight to behold. Will was so much stronger, so muchmorethan he could ever know. He was everything to Peyton and seeing him like this was magic.
“Come here,” Peyton whispered roughly.
Will didn’t hesitate, taking Peyton’s lips in a kiss that was achingly soft. He licked across Peyton’s bottom lip and then slowly mapped out his mouth, retreating and sliding in, over and over. Peyton’s fingers, trapped in his sling, ached to come out and tangle in Will’s hair. He made up for it by pressing harder and taking more. Will gave him everything because he would never do anything else. He gave Peyton everything, and Peyton was selfish, taking it all for himself and never giving it back because Will belonged to him. Maybe he belonged to Quinn and Sebastian now, too, but there was a part of Will that would always be Peyton’s alone. Just as he was sure there were parts of Will that would belong to each of them alone and parts of each other. It was part of the beauty of the connection they shared, together and individually. The thought of it made Peyton’s heart burst with emotion he couldn’t articulate.
“I’m close,” Quinn whispered against Peyton’s neck, his rapid breath hot and sending shivers across Peyton’s skin. “Are you going to come with me, sweetheart?”
Fuck. If Peyton hadn’t been close, he was now. He let go of Will and squeezed Jericho’s ass so tightly the skin of his cheek went white as Peyton fucked him even harder, being filled and filling on each thrust.
Sebastian pulled his fingers out and replaced his tongue in Jericho’s mouth with them. They stared so intently at each other as they got fucked together that Peyton wouldn’t have been surprised if they both spontaneously combusted. Sebastian’s arm moved furiously between them, and Peyton just knew he was jerking them both off.
It sent Peyton over the edge. He tightened his hold on Jericho further—it was going to bruise like a motherfucker, and he wasn’t sorry about it—and emptied himself into the condom. His ass clenched as everything went out of focus, all his attention centred on the way his soul was leaving his body through his dick.Fucking hell.
Quinn fucked Peyton through his orgasm, fabric sliding against skin until he groaned in Peyton’s ear and gave one last thrust so hard that Peyton would have fallen forward if he wasn’t jammed between the two men.
Peyton rested his forehead against Jericho’s back as he sucked in air.Damn. He pulled out of Jericho at the same time Quinn pulled out of him, and he felt empty and hollow. The wet against his inner thigh was new, though.
“I’m not sure I’ve ever been so thoroughly dirtied,” Jericho said breathlessly, making no move to get up. “Are there score cards? I’m ready to fill them out.”
“Jericho?” Will said breathlessly.
