Broken Pieces

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Then his lips were gone, but only for him to whisper, “Fuck,” against Josiah’s mouth as he continued to move against him, continued to keep the contact between himself and Tristan, too.
“To the couch.” Tristan’s voice was thick with lust.
Mateo, still with his hand on Josiah’s neck, looked over Josiah’s shoulder, locking eyes with Tristan. Josiah didn’t have to see him head on to know the look in his eyes. No one told Teo what to do. Not like that, and he waited for it. Waited for the spell to be broken. Waited for this to all end. But Teo surprised him by pulling Josiah toward the couch.
“Get his pants,” Tristan told Mateo as Tristan slid his hands under Josiah’s shirt and pushed it up. He pulled it over Josiah’s head as Mateo dropped to his knees, untying one of Josiah’s shoes.
“I can do that, Teo,” whispered past Josiah’s lips as Tristan’s tongue teased his nipple. Really, he wasn’t sure he could do anything at all. This was about him. Logically, he knew that. His brain yelled at him that this was wrong. It would only screw things up even more than they were already screwed, but the more Tristan’s mouth sucked at first one nipple and then the other, the less Josiah could think. As Mateo’s fingers unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his zipper down, logic got more and more fogged over with pleasure.
Then Tristan kissed him. It was the first time he’d kissed him since the day he left to go to Mateo, and it went straight to his head. He moaned at the rough press of Tristan’s kiss and the slight bite on his lip before he was sucked into Tristan’s mouth. He loved being kissed by Tristan. Tristan was all passion and made him feel wanted in ways even Mateo had never made him feel.
Pleasure shot through him, making Josiah rip his mouth from Tristan’s when his cock was enveloped in the heat of Mateo’s mouth. His balls burned, wanting to explode right then.
And then Tristan’s mouth was there again. On his neck, his ear, his chest, kissing, licking and sucking him everywhere. Josiah dropped his head back and felt. Felt good, the way Teo and Tristan wanted him to.
His eyes drifted closed as he tried to get his body under control. Mateo cupped his balls as he took Josiah all the way to the back of his throat before pulling all the way off to tongue his head. It was as if a million hands were on him and a million mouths were on him, making him feel good everywhere.
“Jesus, you are beautiful together. You are goddamned sexy taking your pleasure, Josiah.”
Josiah’s head snapped up to see Tristan watching. His eyes slowly traveling Josiah’s face before dropping down to watch Mateo. He was transfixed, his eyes flaring with heat as Tristan took in Mateo blowing him.
Mateo peered up, and both he and Tristan watched as he sucked Josiah deep again. “Oh, God,” Josiah mumbled, thinking Tristan was right. Mateo really was beautiful.
Then, as if he could read Josiah’s mind, Tristan reached out. His hand lingered for a moment before he ran his hand through Mateo’s hair, letting the black strands fall through his fingers, then doing it again.
They’d been wrong before. That was beauty. His orgasm slammed into him, threatening to pull him under as Josiah fought to hold it back.
Tristan’s hand left Mateo’s hair and wrapped tightly around the base of Josiah’s erection. “Not yet. Don’t come, Josiah.” His voice was thick and gravely like it often got when they were making love.
Mateo’s tongue ran the length of his cock one last time and then he pushed to his feet. He stepped close to Josiah, hands on both sides of his neck before covering Josiah’s mouth with his. Tristan’s hand wrapped around Josiah’s prick, stroking it as Teo kissed him, so soft and tender. Just like Tristan made him feel desires on a different level, Mateo made him feel safe. Safer and more cared for than anyone else. Even in the way Teo kissed him, it was as if his only goal in life was to give Josiah everything he had.
The need to have both climbed higher and higher inside him. Flowed faster and deeper until that’s all he knew. The way they both made him feel...he wanted that for them, too. Wanted to give that to them. Wondered if they could give it to each other.
Josiah slid one of his hands on the back of Teo’s neck, and the other on Tristan’s. He pressed another kiss to Mateo’s lips before pulling away. Still holding them both, he kissed Tristan with all the strength and passion that Tristan gave him.
Hands on them, he pulled his head back, wanting them to find everything they gave him in each other, too.
Knowledge filled both their eyes as they shared a look between them. It felt like an eternity passed that Mateo and Tristan took each other in. Kiss him. Love him, too. He didn’t know which he pleaded to. Both, he guessed, even though it was a ridiculous wish. How would that even work? He didn’t know, didn’t care. He just knew he would always want them both, and would always feel the ache of loss for one if he was with the other.