"Oh, fuck." He didn't know what else to say. His body reacted, his mind rebelled. This couldn't be happening. He was in that dream, the one where Quinn held him while Nathan did bad things to him, coaching him, giving him permission.
"Soon, baby." Quinn laughed against his neck. He tilted his hips forward, nudging the hard ridge behind the buttons in his jeans against Drew's back. "We're going to play first."
"Not here." Nathan leveled that scary-assed stare on his lover and walked out of the kitchen.
"Ooh, good idea. Come on, Drew. Nate is ready to play." Quinn pushed him to follow, keeping his arms around him for the short walk into a dimly lit room. Music came on, distracting Drew for a moment. Rock music. Heavy, pessimistic music with a hard-driving beat that had Drew's heart throbbing again. "Damn, Nate, you are one romantic fool."
"Fool, yes. This isn't romance, this is fucking around." A light came on behind a huge sectional sofa in the middle of a large den. Nathan stood in front of the sectional balanced on one foot to remove his shoes and socks. Barefoot, he dropped onto the sofa into one of the corners and bent one knee out. "You want romance, go find another boyfriend."
"You say that while I have a hot piece of ass pressed against me. Maybe I will, baby." Quinn ground his hips into Drew's ass as he spoke. His words seemed to be a challenge. To Nathan.
Drew had no idea why his mouth had stopped working. This was fucked up. Quinn ran his hand under his shirt and rubbed his belly and Drew forgot why it was fucked up.
"He is all hard and needy. And pretty. I always did want to know what Agent Walker tasted like."
"He tastes like sin." Nathan pulled the elastic out of his hair and laid it on the table beside the lamp. "Come here."
Oh, fuck, this wasn't happening.
Nathan beckoned with one of his large hands and Quinn, evil, evil Quinn pushed him forward only to leave him standing beside the sofa like a fool. He climbed onto the sofa beside his lover, shedding his shoes and shirt as he went. Nathan hissed between his teeth as Quinn fell into his arms, their mouths melding together, fingers twined in the other's hair. The erection Drew had only glimpsed beneath Nathan's jeans in the club made a stunning reappearance.
Drew had no idea what to do besides stand and watch. The couple on the sofa seemed to have forgotten him as they feasted on each other. Quinn's hand tugged at Nathan's shirt until it lay hiked above his nipples. He squeezed first one then the other forcing a moan from the darker man. The sound tore through Drew making him shake with a need so great he thought he might melt into a puddle. Nathan looked over Quinn's head as he moved lower, his pale eyes pinning Drew to the spot.
"Com'ere," Nathan said, his voice strangled as he reached out a hand to Drew inviting him to join them, but Drew couldn't move. Hell, Drew couldn't even think, how was he supposed to act? Did he crawl in between them? On top? He had no fucking idea. Nathan continued to stare at him while Quinn nibbled his neck, his nipples, he snaked his hand over Nathan's crotch rubbing him there. The fire in Nathan's eyes was all for Drew. He opened his mouth on a moan, the silver ball on his tongue catching the lamplight just right and Drew dragged in a hissing breath. God, he couldn't help it, Nathan's tongue made him feel gooey inside. He wanted to feel it on him, in him, all over him.
Almost as if they were of one mind, Quinn fell back against the sofa and Nathan climbed onto his knees. Drew expected them to trade places, but Nathan simply leaned out and caught Drew around the waist, pulling him close. He wrapped his arms around Drew's waist, and just like the day before, he kissed him. Slowly, at first. Just teasing his lips with his tongue and then deeply. Drew felt the metal ball hit the roof of his mouth behind his teeth. Oh, God, it felt incredible.
He felt nimble fingers tugging at the buttons of his shirt, the cool air on his overheated skin felt amazing. Nathan's deep voice rumbled in his chest, almost a laugh. "Shit, Drew, did you get these when you were fifteen as well?"
At first, Drew didn't understand, his brain was a puddle of something gel-like, and melting fast. The sharp pain that tore through his chest reminded him. He looked down to see Nathan's finger tugging on the gold hoop through one of his nipples. The pain turned erotic as he twisted it gently. Electric shocks, like tiny pinpricks of light, rumbled over his body setting every nerve ending on high alert. "No. Two years ago. That feels so good."
He could hear Quinn on the couch, his breath coming in gasps. Drew saw him out of the corner of his eye, his arms were thrown along the back of the sofa as he reclined. The head of his cock jutting above his pants, nearly touching his navel. His eyes were clouded as he watched Nathan tease him. "Bring him here, let me taste."