Jordan
The buzzcut looked too edgy, and the smile too easy-going.
Jordan tensed up as the stranger stepped into his apartment, an intrusion on his and Miles’s intimacy. One that he wished he didn’t care so much about, one that shouldn’t have mattered, one that made his heartbeat too fast when he made mistakes. Or when he pushed his luck too far. Maybe this was it, the mistake that would undo what could’ve been with Miles. His brows crunched tight together, and Jordan forced out a smile.
“Sup, dude,” he said, but he didn’t put out his hand. “Welcome to our place.”
A pair of eyes stared at him. Miles stood there, as gorgeous as ever. His taut body was hidden by the robe he had been allowed to wear, with an obvious bulge tenting underneath it.
Regrets latched themselves around Jordan’s heart; it shrank, crying out desperately and asking him to kick Austin out before he got a piece of his man. Not on his watch, he couldn’t share Miles like that; he wouldn’t. But what would it look like if he did throw the guy out? It wouldn’t matter; it would only show his obsession had grown into something he couldn’t control.
Austin looked around, and Jordan noticed he had a nice body, a muscular chest with apparent abs peeking from under his tightly fitted T-shirt. When he took off his jacket, his broad shoulders told Jordan the gym was his second home and that Miles surely had a type. Strong tops who could hold him down and fuck him mercilessly.
I should be the only one, he thought, nostrils flaring.
“Can I hang this there?” Austin asked as he approached the coat rack.
“Yeah, whatever,” Jordan replied dismissively, turning away to face Miles. “Let’s get this over with.
Miles shrugged, searching for the reason Jordan seemed upset. It was unfair to him to be that stuck-up. He wasn’t the one who had put the idea of a threesome out there, only complied, as he always did. Mostly.
A kiss seemed like the next logical step, and Miles brought his fingers up to his cheek as if Jordan had burned him with a cigarette butt. Then, Jordan removed all his clothes in under ten seconds, letting his hard cock spring free in front of a stunned Austin, who lingered on it with hungry eyes. He followed suit, and indeed, he was as beautiful as Jordan had expected. He didn’t hold a candle to his boy, though, and Jordan’s eyes flicked back to Miles out of modesty. He’d rather look at him instead.
Without being asked to, Miles let his robe drop, and he folded it neatly on the couch. His pale skin was flushed an attractive shade of pink, and his cock leaked, his cockhead enjoying its freedom.
“Fuck, you guys don’t like to waste time,” Austin commented, stepping in front of Jordan. “How do you feel about kissing?”
“No kissing.” Jordan tensed up and cupped Austin’s balls. “That’s for someone special.”
Austin chuckled. “Guess I’m third-wheeling this.”
“That, you are,” Jordan growled. “Miles praised your cock, I wanted to do something nice for him.”
“That makes you an amazing boyfriend, I suppose.”
“I’d like to be,” Jordan admitted, slipping glances at Miles, who stayed in position, hands behind his back. “Come over, baby.”
Obediently, Miles joined them, sandwiched between two guys who already had a taste of his hole. But only Jordan would get to breed him, as long as he belonged to him, no one else would. Or else, he’d burned the world down; only a match would suffice. Claiming what was his, Jordan spread Miles’s ass and pressed his forefinger over his hole, not yet breaching it. A hitched breath caught in Miles’s throat, and he instinctively grabbed Jordan’s forearm and laid his head on his shoulder. Behind him, Austin dragged his tongue over Miles’s neck.
“You wanna fuck him,” Jordan teased, then pinched Miles’s chin and forced him to look up. “You want him to fuck you?”
Miles hesitated, eyes flickering down. “Yes.”
“You want us to fuck you at the same time?” Jordan continued.
“Yes.”
“Why is that?” Jordan kissed him and waited for his response.
“I want to see if I can do it.”
“Good,” Jordan said, letting the boy hang at the tip of his tongue, because he had promised Miles he wouldn’t embarrass him.
A first finger slipped into Miles, and Jordan felt fingernails dig into his skin. His boy was still tender and warm, ready to be taken with little preparation. Jordan finger-fucked him and grabbed Austin with his other hand, motioning him to do the same. Austin sucked on his own finger, and once it was slick and ready, he breached Miles as well. Feeling a finger that wasn’t his buried into Miles didn’t sit right with Jordan, and he couldn’t help but frown at Austin under half-closed lids.
This fucker.
Jordan added another finger, and Austin followed his lead, giving his own cock a few jerks as they prepared Miles for his ordeal.
Double penetration isn’t easy. If Miles couldn’t take it, Jordan decided they’d abort the mission and that he’d send Austin packing. He secretly hoped Miles wouldn’t be able to take them both. The faster this was over, the better. But just as Jordan slid another finger into his boy, Austin greedily wrapped an arm around him and pulled him closer to his own body. His gaze suggested he was ready to fight for Miles, but Jordan was quick to hook his fingers just the right way to pull Miles back toward him.
Miles winced and cried out, tried to wriggle free.
“Shit, sorry,” Jordan panted apologetically. “Did I hurt you?”
“Just a little,” Miles breathed, not anger in sight. “Be gentle, please, it’s not every day I take two cocks at once.”
Fragile tears pooled in his eyes, but Miles rubbed them away. Jordan kissed his forehead and released his hold, pulling his fingers slowly so Miles wouldn’t be surprised.
“Okay,” Jordan shushed. “All fours on the table now, I want to check if we did a good job at opening you up.”
This gentle dom behavior was something Jordan could get used to. Domming someone you like was widely different than using someone you considered a toy, and as far as he was concerned, he didn’t wish for Miles to be just a toy. Miles obeyed and assumed the position.
Annoyingly, Austin was the first to reach him and spread his cheeks, but Jordan pushed him aside before he could lay a finger on Miles.
“Hey, dude!” Austin said, stumbling out of the way. “Chill!”
“Sorry, I get a bit possessive with my boy,” Jordan finally admitted as he pressed his thumb against Miles’s thrumming entrance. He pushed it in. “How does this feel?”
“Good, sir,” Miles moaned. “Jordan.”
“I think you’re ready. Wanna go to bed? It’ll be more comfortable,” Jordan kissed the small of Miles’s back.
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
“Go on, then, I’d like to talk with Austin first.”
Miles slid off the table and glanced at Jordan worriedly.
Alone with Austin, Jordan faced him with the fierceness he reserved only for board meetings. “I don’t like you being here, even though it was my idea.”
Austin scoffed. “What about Miles? How does he feel about it?”
The confrontation hummed with tension throughout the room, and Jordan’s first instinct was to shove Austin out of his apartment naked and to throw out his things out of the window. A hint of maturity kept him from doing it; instead, he laughed.
“I’m doing this for him; he liked it when you fucked him at the club.” Sadness washed over Jordan. “I just wanted to do something nice.”
“Boyfriend of the year,” Austin sneered. “Did you know where he was going that night?”
“Of course, I did. We’re open.”
“Doesn’t sound like you want to be.”
Heat rose up Jordan’s chest, and his focus flickered to the open bedroom door. “I don’t think I do.”
This was one of the truest things he had ever said to a stranger, and the reality of it dawned on him like a thousand stones crushing him. His cock had gone soft, though still plump. It wept precum on the floor.
“Erectile dysfunction? Sucks for a guy your age,” Austin spat with venom. “Maybe I should claim Miles for myself.”
This time, Jordan grabbed his throat but quickly removed his hand. “You’re not claiming anyone, you’re just a pole. Here to give my boy a good night.”
“I sure will,” Austin smiled and leaned forward. “I’ll show him who’s best.”
Prickly emotions bubbled up inside Jordan, but he breathed through them, following Austin, who walked toward the bedroom like he owned the place.
On the bed sat Miles, whose dick was as hard as ever.
“Get off the bed,” Jordan ordered softly. “Austin and I will lie down cock to cock, you can control how deep you want to have us, at first.”
“Okay,” Miles whispered, as Jordan threw a condom at Austin, who rolled it over his dick.
Feeling Austin’s balls against his was uncomfortable to say the least, Jordan would rather be anywhere else. The sinking of the mattress under him grounded Jordan, and the sight of Miles crouching over two hard dicks was for sure exciting. The smell of Miles was a drug to Jordan, and as he descended on the two cocks offered to him, as his hole stretched out to take them both, Jordan inhaled deeply. Austin was relegated to the background, and when Miles stared down at him with terrified eyes, Jordan straightened up to touch his face.
“You’ll be all right, I’m right there. I won’t ever hurt you again,” Jordan promised, and it seemed to give Miles the strength to go all the way down without hesitation. “Fuck, you’re so strong, so good!”
The praise caused Miles to leak some more, his circumcised cock crimson red with excitement. Jordan claimed some of Miles’s precum and tasted it.
“Better than anything I’ve ever put in my mouth,” Jordan said.
Then, Miles started moving, going up and down the rods buried in his hole. His breathing became ragged in less than a minute, and perspiration pearled out of his pores. He was covered in sweat by the fourth minute. Jordan was counting, focused on Miles to see if they should stop.
But Miles soldiered on.
At one point, Austin slapped Miles on the ass and made him squeal. Jordan’s cock throbbed at that, and shame gathered around his mind.
“Don’t do that again!” He said.
“Fuck, you’re a total buzzkill!” Austin slipped out of Miles and threw the condom he was wearing at Jordan. “I’m out,” he said, looking at Miles, who was still buried deep into Jordan. “If you ever wanna have real fun and dump this loser, call me. Unless you like being a loser, too.”
“Fuck off, motherfucker,” Jordan pulled out of Miles and shielded him from Austin’s disgusting smirk. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”
It wasn’t Austin insulting him that made Jordan angry; it was his attack toward Miles, who was sitting on the bed watching the scene unfold with a frown on his face.
“Just some pole, as you said,” Austin flicked a middle finger at Jordan.
Childish. “Yeah, just go fuck someone in a bathroom stall like you enjoy doing,” Jordan yelled as Austin found his way out.
The rustle of clothes was followed by the slam of a door, and then they were alone.
“What the fuck was that?” Miles asked angrily.
“I can’t share you.” Jordan slumped on the bed, shoulders slouching. “That’s the truth, I might’ve fallen a bit too hard, a bit too fast.”
Miles hopped on his ass to sit next to Jordan at the edge of the bed. “We’re not teenagers, don’t tell me you’re in love with me, or something.”
Jordan was sure; he looked away. “I like you, love would be a bit too strong at this stage. But I like you. I don’t want you to dump me in four or three days. I want you to stay,” then Jordan grabbed both of Miles’s hands. “I promise I’ll lay off the domination shit, fucking you is enough, breeding you is enough. Kissing you, that’s the best part.”
“Then, kiss me and fuck me, I’m all prepped up.” Miles kissed Jordan and let his tongue wander deep into his mouth. With a huff, he said, “I want to punish you as you’ve punished me. I want you to know that.”
“How so?” Jordan asked, lost in ecstasy.
“You control my hole, I control your dick. If I’m yours, you’re mine.”
His head spun, and Jordan agreed, “I’m yours.”
“Good cum cow,” Miles smiled. “That’s what you’re gonna be from now on, you made me love dick. You’d better live up to it now.”
Another kiss, and Miles lay Jordan on his back before hopping back on his dick. He rode him senselessly, so much so that Jordan barely had time to catch his breath. He let his hands wander over Miles’s chiseled abs and perked up nipples; he pinched them, traced fingers around his pecs, and brought his lips down to his.
The kiss was needy in all the right ways and sent Jordan teetering over the edge.
“Fuck, fuck,” he panted mindlessly.
“About to cum, baby?”
“Yes, can I breed you?”
“Go on, be a good cum cow!”
Jordan released his seed, and Miles clenched around him. He didn’t stop riding him, he used the sweet cum coating his hole to bury himself deeper on Jordan’s still hard dick while jerking his cock with furious determination. Jordan should’ve stopped him, but didn’t. Bliss kept him from being controlling, and soon Miles painted him with his cum, flooding Jordan’s abs and hitting his chin with powerful white swathes of seed.
“Don’t let it go to waste,” Miles gathered as much cum as he could and fed it to Jordan, who obediently swallowed it. “Good, from now on I’ll obey you and you’ll obey me, right?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, who?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Good cow!” Miles let Jordan’s deflating dick slip out of his hole and stuck a finger in his own hole. “Shit, sensitive. I didn’t take Austin for being such a jerk. He’s almost as bad as you.”
Shot taken, ouch.
“I’ll behave, I swear!”
“On your knees then.”
Jordan didn’t break eye contact, but Miles didn’t either, and after a moment of hesitation, Jordan crawled to his knees.
“Who do you belong to?”
“To you, sir?”
Miles sank to his knees as well. “And who do I belong to?”
“To me.”
“Good boy,” Miles kissed him longingly and said, “How about getting a taste of your own medicine for the next three days?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, chastity, of course,” Miles replied matter-of-factly. “You’d be my chastity top.”
Jordan wanted to say no; his first instinct was to tell Miles to fuck off and that he’d never allow him to cage him. But the part of him that had caught feelings had him cornered.
“Just three days,” he uttered.
“Just three days,” Miles repeated with another kiss.
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