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Jake was so close, and the two of them working him would catapult him over the edge within moments, but he couldn’t get the vision of them wearing his cum out of his mind’s eye. Jake was up on his knees again and pointing his cock at their chests as he frantically jacked off. A grunt left his lips as Cassidy’s hand snaked up and played with his star, her long painted nails too sharp to do anything more than rub the spot, while Phoenix kneaded his balls. They were all breathing hard, but Jake’s breath caught in his lungs on a silent scream as he shot all over the two of them.
He fell sideways, and Cassidy shifted so he could pillow his head on her leg. Phoenix disposed of the condom, and Jake heard cupboards opening and closing. He liked the sound of that. Phoenix making himself at home in his place was right.
When Jake’s limbs were finally working again, and he could string a sentence together, he flipped around and drew the sheets over them. Cassidy curled into him and asked, “Can I keep him?”
Jake nodded. “I hope so.”
Phoenix hovered at the door to the bathroom, watching them, but not coming any closer. That wouldn’t do. Jake tugged the sheet down and patted the space behind Cassidy. With a shy smile, Phoenix crossed the room and climbed in. Propping himself on his elbow, he wrapped his arm around Cassidy’s waist and started, “I don’t have to stay—”
“We want you to.” Cassidy twisted so she was looking up at him and cupped his face with her hand, her thumb running along his cheek. “Both of us want you here.” Jake affirmed her comment, leaning over Cassidy to press his lips to Phoenix’s.
“I want to be here too.” He looked down and bit his lip, his cheeks a rosy pink as he played with a lock of Cassidy’s hair. “Is it weird that I feel like I’ve known you forever, but we’re still practically strangers?”
“I don’t know about strangers. We know a couple of secrets about you,” Cassidy teased.
“Yeah?”
“We know when you’re drunk, you’re a brat who doesn’t like wearing clothes,” she continued playfully, and Phoenix groaned, resting his head on her shoulder and rolling it from side to side. Cassidy’s giggle was melodic, and Jake couldn’t help but grin at the other man’s embarrassment.
“Will I ever live that down? Better yet, will you recreate what happened after I passed out like a bloody amateur?”
Jake laughed and ran his fingers through Phoenix’s hair, leaning in to kiss his forehead. “Any time.”
He looked up, first at Cassidy, then Jake, pinning him with a look filled with gratitude and humility. Jake swallowed, warmth blooming in his chest when Phoenix spoke quietly, saying, “Thanks for putting me to bed that night. You cared for me, and you didn’t have to.”
“I like to think that if you came across one of us in the state you were in, you’d do the same—”
Wide-eyed, Phoenix nodded. “I would have. If I saw someone I knew drunk off their face, I’d definitely want to see them home safe.” He pursed his lips, a mix of frustration and disappointment with himself flashing in his eyes. “The fact that I can’t remember half the night tells me how messy I was. You probably thought I was some stupid kid needing to be tucked in.”
Memories crowded Jake’s brain—Phoenix playful and flirty, touching himself, and that smouldering kiss… there was no way Jake thought Phoenix was a kid, and definitely not a stupid one. He looked down to Cassie, who was still leaning into Phoenix, but staring up at him, both of them seemingly waiting for him to speak.
Jake trailed his eyes along the man’s broad shoulders, to the piercings in his nipples, and down to his waist. He couldn’t see anything below the sheet, but he’d touched and tasted enough to have memorized the details. “Yeah, Phoenix, I’m not thinking you’re anything like a kid.” His voice was gravelly. Jake cleared his throat and tried to redirect his thoughts into safer terrain. What was he thinking about before? Oh, yeah. Being put to bed.
Huh.
He cocked his head, his brow furrowed, remembering back to his childhood. He didn’t think much about the days before he’d moved out of home, but now that he was… “How old are kids when their parents stopped tucking them in?”
“Mine had to make sure I actually went to sleep, so I was like fourteen when they stopped coming in and turning out the light,” Phoenix explained. “I’d read all night otherwise. Why’s that?”
“I don’t ever remember being put to bed or tucked in. Mum probably, but I don’t remember. I was young when she and my father split, and he never did it. So… yeah.”
Cassidy opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but nothing came out. When she closed then opened it again, Jake raised his eyebrows in question. “What?”
“Your dad never tucked you in at night? How old were you when they divorced?”
Jake really didn’t want to get into it with them. Not now. Not ever, ideally. “He’s not that kind of person. He was… hands off.” He lifted his tone, forcing a levity into it that he never felt when talking about his father. “Anyway, doesn’t matter. What about you? What weird things did you do as kids?”
“I ate dogfood,” Phoenix admitted with a cringe. “The dry biscuits only, but I used to sneak into the pantry and share them with our border collie. Mum would catch me hiding in there and shoo us out.”
Cassidy scrunched up her nose and added, “Ew!”
“I was like three. Gimme a break.” Phoenix laughed and pointed to Jake. “He wanted weird. What about you, Little Miss Pernickety?”
“I was perfectly normal. Nothing crazy to report here.” Cassidy’s smirk had Jake curious. It was one of those I-have-a-secret-but-I’m-not-telling kinds of smiles, but he wanted to know, and he was willing to play dirty to find out. He grasped her ribs and Cassidy squirmed. Instead of tickling her though, he leaned down and captured her nipple, licking and nibbling until Cassidy grunted and thread her fingers into his hair, holding him there.
“You gonna tell us?” Phoenix teased. “Or do I need to start on the other?”
“Go ahead,” she hummed, lifting her arm, and rolling more onto her back. Jake sucked a little harder and released her with a pop, then backed away, putting enough distance between them that the arm still gripping him was outstretched. It earned him a shove from Cassidy and a grumbled “Teasing bastard.” When Jake didn’t move back, she huffed and added, “I was like Phoenix, reading every moment I could, but I loved any competition.” With Jake’s laugh, she shoved him again and pouted. “I was a bingo nerd, okay? I used to hang with my nan all the time. We’d go to bingo twice a week from when I could count, and when we weren’t there, I was in her garden trying to get my plants to outgrow hers.” The affection in Cassidy’s tone was wistful. Her lips turned down and Jake shifted closer, needing to comfort her. Phoenix did the same, hugging her to them. She added, “She died a couple of years ago. I miss gardening with her. Bingo was fun too. I liked the competition.”
