When he felt Liam’s hand leave his base, Dalton gulped, wondering how long he could last without it, and then Troy sat on his thighs, both of them gasping as all his length was buried inside Troy’s pulsing passageway.
“Troy…”
“Dalton. You feel so good.” Troy gasped, his body lifting, and Dalton saw the surprise was caused by Liam’s big hands now holding his hips, positioning him just right before sliding him back down.
Liam controlled their movements, working them higher with more dirty words, describing how hard he was for them, how he wanted to watch them fuck. Troy plunged onto Dalton, his breath coming in short bursts, crying out for more. The tension was so thick Dalton could taste it along with the scent of sex in the air.
“Touch him,” Liam grunted out. “Pull his cock.”
Dalton managed to move his hand, wrapping it around Troy’s swollen length, the precum running down his stiff cock and sliding over Dalton’s fist as he began to work his cock. Each time Liam pushed them together, Troy rutted into Dalton’s hand. The grunts and moans picked up, followed quickly by Troy swearing as he rode Dalton. Both of them were so close Dalton could feel it vibrating through them.
“That’s it, make him come, Dee.” Liam was feeling them join.
Dalton felt his fingers on either side of his cock as he lifted up into Troy, finally taking over from Liam and fucking Troy himself. Troy stilled, letting him do it, his hand working faster, both of them climbing higher. Dalton could feel his body tightening, pulsing and jerking around his cock, Troy’s length stiffening in his hand.
Dalton looked into Troy’s eyes at just the right time, seeing his pupils blown wide, his mouth slack, body dripping with sweat as he came. The sight set Dalton’s overdue orgasm off, and he rose into Troy two more times before he exploded.
“Troy!” Dalton tightened his grip on Troy’s hips, riding up into him harder. “Fuck, yes!”
“Shit.” Liam was holding Troy up, letting Dalton fuck him through his orgasm.
Troy fell forwards, collapsing onto Dalton as they both enveloped each other, breathing hard, and struggling to do anything other than lie still. Dalton eased himself out of Troy, still keeping him laid on top of him, cradling him and murmuring how much he’d enjoyed their first time, then Troy groaned, tilting his hips up, searching out the touch which Dalton guessed was Liam’s fingers.
When Troy looked back, sleepy eyes smiling at Liam and giving him a silent answer to a question Dalton missed, Liam swore loudly, moving Troy backwards, his head now resting on Dalton’s stomach, and then it happened. Troy arched his back, shouting out, Liam joining him soon after.
“Fuck, Troy. You feel so fucking good.”
“Fuck me, Liam.” Troy’s eyes were clouded by lust, driven wild by the desperate need overpowering them both. “You're so big. Fill me up and fuck me hard.”
Liam plunged into him, much harder than Dalton had done and he watched in stunned, excited silence as they fucked above him. Raw and wild, heavy and intense, both of them lost in the moment. Liam looked so sexy, so buff and big, his muscles flexing like they did in the gym when he worked out. Dalton couldn’t take his eyes off either of them, realising how Liam must have felt watching them moments ago.
Liam’s hand was clamped on Troy’s hips, launching him backward as he tilted his powerful hips, clashing against each other.
“Liam, Liam. Yes, Liam. More.”
“Look at you, so fucking hungry for it. You need this cock.”
“I fucking love it.” Troy eyes glazed over, a wetness filling them as he bent his head, hiding in Dalton’s chest as his body seemed to overload on the passion it was experiencing.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long.” Liam buried his cock into Troy three more times, and then he stopped, body taut and rigid, his shouts stopping, breath pausing as he came, loud and rough, like an animal.
Dalton held Troy’s shuddering body as Liam slipped from him, lying beside them both, all three breathing hard, the bed still shifting with their heavy breathing and nothing else in the room except the smell of sex and them struggling to come down from their high.
Dalton was sure he should have stayed awake and basked in the afterglow, or at least mentioned something romantic, something to mark the moment, but as they lay in each other’s arms, slowly calming down, all three just let the event pass with no more than a second’s thought before they found their bodies giving up to the pull of sleep.
Dalton’s last thought before he drifted off was at least he wasn’t the only one who failed to stay awake and talk. All of them were comfortable with how things were, holding each other as sleep took them and they slipped into a peaceful oblivion.
Chapter 44
Liam knew the day would come when their little bubble would burst and real life would come crashing down on them, but he’d hoped the five long days being alone would never end. Of course, it couldn’t.
There was Aspire to deal with and Living Ink now had a backlog of people waiting for Troy to perform his magic on their skin and transform them into living pieces of art. Dalton had an appointment with Milo and the counsellor about returning to work the following week, and Liam would feel better knowing Dalton was keeping busy while they were out and not hanging around his dad’s house like he planned to.
It was Monday morning, and they were all sitting around in their shorts, bare chested at the breakfast bar while they ate. Troy was running late for his early appointment and was gulping down the last of his tea and trying to comb his hair at the same time. Liam smiled when Troy gave up and put the cup down, glancing at his reflection in the mirror hanging in the hall as he made his way to their room to get dressed.
“You going to be okay today while we’re gone?” Liam glanced at Dalton, getting a shake of the head and a smile back.
“I'm going to be fine. I'm looking forward to ticking a few things off my mental checklist. Getting back to work is the big one, getting my parents’ stuff packed up and finished off is next.” Dalton rubbed the back of his neck, a small sign he was feeling the pressure and Liam moved to him, taking over with his strong hands and massaging him firmly. “You should take this up as a sideline for the gym. With those magic hands, you could make a ton more money and retire at half the age.”
“Ah, but then my hands would be all over other people and not just for you and Troy, and I don’t know how I feel about that.”
“Hmm, there is that to consider.”
Liam leaned down, sucking on an earlobe and getting a little chuckle. “You know you'd hate it.”
“I would, not as much as Troy, but still.” Dalton bent his head, letting Liam continue to work out his stress until Troy rushed back into the kitchen.
“Hey, I gotta run.” He bounced into them, hugging them both and planting quick kisses on both their lips. “Call me around elevenish so we can meet up for lunch. Oh, and find somewhere to eat, Liam.”
“I’ll sort something out and call you both up.” Liam grabbed hold of Troy’s waist, pulling him in for another hug before he left, his scent and soft skin making it harder to let him walk out of the door. “I love you.”
“I want to stay, but you know I can't.” Troy turned, kissing him quickly.
Liam sighed, tilting Troy’s head back and looking into his expressive green eyes. Troy couldn't say those words anymore, not since they’d had sex. Before, the words I love you would be said, even if they didn’t mean what Liam did when he said it now. Troy had become confused emotionally and it was taking time for him to make the shift from what they used to have, to what they could have. “Have a good day. You need me, you know where I am.”
“I do.” Troy grinned, stepping out of his arms and moving to Dalton again. They shared a long kiss, Dalton obviously not wanting to let him slip out of his arms either. “I’ll miss you both, but you’ve gotta let me go.” Troy chuckled as Dalton frowned playfully. “Aww, don’t pull those big blue puppy dog eyes on me. I have to. It’s going to be a few hours and then we’re back together for lunch.”
Troy was trying to be the one to keep cool and levelheaded while Dalton and Liam were hurtling forwards. Liam guessed Dalton would be the one to keep the pace slow, not Troy, but then Dalton didn’t have the queue of bad boyfriends behind him and Liam as an ex… brother. Liam grinned, hiding it from Troy as he pulled on his jacket.
The label of being brothers wasn’t going to make the transition any easier for Troy, and Liam had made doubly sure not to slip up, not that he thought he would do, but he didn’t want Troy to confuse how Liam felt for him. It wasn’t brotherly. It was very, very different.
Troy waved before he slammed the door shut and Liam folded his arms across his chest and huffed loudly.
“Everything’s going to be fine, Liam.” Dalton finished off his cereal and stood. “I need to take a shower and get dressed so I'm not late for the office. You're banned from joining me.”
Liam couldn’t help the dirty smile reaching his lips, the challenge a welcome one, but Dalton stood his ground, shaking his head and pointing his finger into Liam’s chest.