"I recover quickly, if presented with the right stimulation." There was no arguing that Quinn was overstimulated at that very moment.
"Want to prove that?" Drew smiled, his hazel eyes gleamed with amusement. He was playing with them. The cat who'd caught the mice he'd been after, that was Drew. Quinn wasn't sure he liked the idea of being a mouse in this game.
"Do you want to fuck my boyfriend?" Quinn countered with a question of his own. Not that he could stop Drew with his hands cuffed to the bed. "Fucking make me come."
Nathan didn't utter a word or make a sound. He took Quinn into his mouth, swallowing him down his throat in one slow motion. He stared up at Quinn while he sucked him, the silver in his eyes gone dark now. "I love you," Quinn said to Nathan. "I love you so much."
Nathan didn't answer. He closed his eyes and flicked the metal ball piercing over the head of Quinn's dick. "Look at me, baby. Nate, please, look at me," Quinn begged. He needed to see Nate's eyes when he came. He needed to know if … just if. So many ifs.
Nate looked at him, his eyes softening a little. Quinn held on to the bars and tried not to arch off the bed. He dug his heels into the bed and threw his head back. Nathan sucked him harder, dragging his orgasm out until Quinn thought he'd shake apart.
"Don't swallow," Quinn heard the order through the haze that clouded his mind. Nathan pulled off him, his lips gleamed with Quinn's cum. Drew was on his knees now, reaching for the bottle of lube again. He came up with a condom and tore the packet open with his teeth. "Put your legs together, Quinn."
Quinn couldn't exactly do that with Nate between his thighs. Drew reached out and grabbed another handful of Nate's hair and yanked him onto his hands and knees. Anger flashed in Nathan's eyes, but he didn't protest the treatment. Quinn lowered his bent leg and did as Drew demanded. He wasn't averse to seeing where this was going.
Drew walked Nathan up Quinn's legs, forcing him to straddle Quinn as he crawled. Drew pushed Nathan's head down until his face hovered just above Quinn's face. "Kiss him," Drew whispered. "Feed him his cum."
Nathan looked back at Drew with an impatient glare. The hand in his hair forgotten until Drew dragged his head back and returned the glare. "We're done fighting. We're making up now. This is make-up sex. When we're done, we'll talk this whole thing out like adults."
"Some adults we are," Quinn muttered. He wasn't feeling the love. Just the fucking. And not so much of that. "Fighting over who gets to fuck whom and who cheated first."
"You cheated first," Drew said, ending the discussion. "In the hospital with me. He knows. Stop pretending it didn't happen. Stop pretending none of this matters. It matters. I wanted you both. I have you both. You both wanted me. We're all even in this. We're all to blame. Now fucking kiss and make up."
"You're a prick, Walker," Nathan said, but the anger in his eyes seemed to lessen.
"I'm a great big prick, and you're about to find out how big." Drew laughed off the insult. He shoved Nate's head back around to face Quinn. "Just fucking kiss."
Nate grunted. His lips weren't covered in cum anymore. He reached up to the bars beside Quinn's hands and held on. Face to face now, he tilted his forehead to touch Quinn's. He didn't say anything. He sighed, angled his face, and kissed Quinn.
Quinn echoed his sigh as his lips parted. The kiss was soft at first. Nathan's lips barely brushing his. Quinn delved his tongue into Nathan's open mouth first. Nathan sucked it inside and soft turned to desperate. God, Nate tasted so good, like anger and cum. Nathan moaned into his mouth and pushed his tongue past Quinn's lips into his mouth. The metal ball in his tongue clicked against Quinn's teeth before sliding over the roof of his mouth. Quinn sucked him while Nate twined his fingers in Quinn's hair. Holding on to him as if he was afraid to let go. "Love you," he whispered almost raggedly when they parted to breathe. "Love you so much."
"I know," Quinn whispered back. Tears prickled the back of his eyes. He couldn't shake the feeling that things would never be the same between them now.
Drew's shirt hit the bed beside them, drawing his attention to the man waiting for them to give him the okay to join them. He held the open condom in one hand and stroked his magnificent cock with the other. Quinn bit back the tears as he met Drew's gaze. "Fuck him."
Drew nodded and eased the condom on his engorged dick. He dragged his hand over Nate's hip as he straddled Quinn's legs behind Nathan. Nate closed his eyes and dragged in a deep breath. He tensed against Quinn. His fingers pulled at Quinn's hair as he squeezed Quinn's head. "Do it," he said after a minute, and Quinn wanted to scream that Nate was his. That he didn't want this. That … Drew's eyes rolled into the back of his head, he arched his hips, leaning over Nate as he pushed into him. Quinn could feel Nate's body shudder at the intrusion. God, he hated … being left out.