“Sir, he’s trying,” Austin protested. Jay’s face was flushed, contorted with frustration, and he was panting harshly, his gaze fixed on Austin.
“I don’t want him to try,” Liam said. His fingers were bruisingly tight on Jay’s hips, digging into flesh. “I want him to obey me. I want to feel him come as I fuck him and take my cock until I’m done with him.” He drew his hand back and slapped Jay’s ass hard. “You’re going to obey me, Jay. I won’t let you do anything else. You don’t have a choice. Are we clear on that?”
“Yes,” Jay gasped. He wasn’t even blinking, just staring at Austin. “Yes, Sir. We’re clear.”
Austin felt powerless, wishing he could do something to help Jay. This wasn’t what Jay liked best, but it wasn’t something he hated, either. He could do it, Austin knew he could, but that didn’t make watching him struggle any easier. “You can come like this.”
“I know.” Jay squeezed his eyes shut tightly for a few thrusts, then opened them again. “Talk to me.”
“And say what?” But Austin knew as soon as he’d said it what Jay wanted, and knew he could give it to him. Dirty talk wasn’t something that came naturally, but he could do it, just like Jay could come just from Liam fucking him. “You know you can come like this. You want to pretend I’m sucking you?”
Jay whimpered and nodded, and Liam’s gaze met Austin’s over Jay’s back.
“My…my mouth is on you. You can fuck it if you want, hard. All the way into the back of my throat. Every time Liam fucks into you, he pushes you forward.” Was Austin imagining the approval in Liam’s eyes? Maybe. Maybe not. “I want to suck you. Want to feel you come.”
“So do I,” Liam said, enough of a warning in his voice that Jay swallowed convulsively, panic darkening his eyes. “I’m getting close.” He dragged his hand over Jay’s back, fingers crooked so that his nails scored the skin, leaving it reddened, and Jay shuddered.
Pain. Yeah, that would work too. Austin pinched Jay’s nipples, twisting them, tugging them, using more force than he usually would in his desperation. “And I love it when you let me fuck your mouth, slide into your throat. You want me, all of me, and that’s what Sir wants now.” He kissed Jay again, full on the lips, pushing his tongue inside Jay’s mouth for a moment, kneeling as close to Jay as he could get. “He wants to feel your ass clench around his cock, hear you call out his name, see you shoot onto me. I want to feel it, Jay, want it on me, warm and wet and part of you. Like Sir’s fucking me too. Want Sir to make you lick me clean afterward. I’ll beg him on my knees just to get your mouth on me.”
With a hoarse, garbled cry, Jay came, his cock pumping out short streams of spunk that hit Austin’s thighs and cock, sending a shiver of lust through him. Not his kink as much as it was Jay’s, but right then he welcomed every drop that fell on his skin. Jay closed his eyes, his expression one of pure ecstasy as Liam held him in place, fucking him through his climax.
“Oh God,” Jay gasped, which was a waste of breath he could have saved. “God, oh my God.”
Behind him, Liam froze without warning, hands clenching on Jay’s hips as he came without a sound. Jay was still trembling and trying to recover even after Liam was finished and pulled out of him. Liam hadn’t said anything to Austin, who was glad to shift closer and pull Jay half into his lap and hold him.
“All right?” Liam said, reaching to touch Jay’s hair, and Jay turned his face toward Liam and nodded. He still looked blissed-out, peaceful and relaxed in ways he pretty much only ever looked after a session. “Austin?”
“I’m fine,” Austin said, then added, “I love you.”
“Me too,” Jay murmured.
Liam had been about to stand up, Austin thought, but instead he lowered himself to sit beside them and reached out to gather them close. “You’re amazing. Both of you. I never would have dared dream of even one of you, let alone two.”
“We didn’t think we’d ever find someone like you either.” Jay rubbed his face against Liam’s shoulder. “Don’t give up on us. Me. I know I’ve screwed up, but…”
“I have no intention of giving up or encouraging you to wallow in guilt.” Liam ruffled Jay’s hair and kissed Austin’s forehead lightly. “Up. Shower together in my bathroom, and don’t take all day about it. You can touch and kiss as much as you like, but you’re not allowed to talk once you leave this room.”
“Sir? Why can’t we talk?”
Austin rolled his eyes. Why did Jay always have to question everything? He’d asked in a respectful way, but still…
Liam didn’t seem annoyed, though. He quirked his eyebrow at Austin. “Why don’t you tell him?”
“Because Sir told you not to,” Austin said to Jay, hoping he didn’t sound irritable. “That’s all you need to know.”
“Exactly,” Liam said, rising to his feet. “What’s that saying? Yours not to reason why, yours but to do or, well, not die, but obey, certainly. It’s not really a complicated concept.”
“I know.” Jay stood and helped Austin up. The plug was really making itself felt, and Austin hoped he’d be allowed some relief from it soon. “I’m just interested in why you want us to do stuff, I guess.”
“Think about it in the shower,” Liam suggested. “Austin, bend over the table for a moment.”
Austin smiled at him. “Yes, Sir!”
The edge of the table dug into his thighs, but he didn’t care, spreading his legs widely and pushing his ass up for Liam. The plug wasn’t hurting him, but he was hyperaware of it, its size making it impossible to forget about, even for a moment. It would be so much easier to concentrate on being everything Liam wanted him to be if the plug was removed.
“Not hurting you?” Liam asked, toying with the plug again, twisting it gently and easing it back and forth.
“No, Sir. It’s just big.”
“Get used to it,” Liam told him and patted his ass. “I’m going to keep you plugged all morning, Austin.”
The thought of that made Austin’s stomach give a slow roll that he would have blamed on apprehension if Liam hadn’t added, “Shower, and when you come back, you can have some breakfast.”
Right, he hadn’t had anything to eat since last night. No wonder his stomach felt weird. Would he have even realized if Liam hadn’t pointed it out? Maybe not. He was so happy doing what Liam wanted that he was already following Jay upstairs without having made a conscious decision to do so.
No talking. When Jay turned to glance at him at the top of the stairs, Austin held his fingertip to his lips to remind him, and Jay nodded.
They were so used to conversing that it was strange to be silent, and once Austin almost asked Jay to turn the hot water up a little bit before he remembered and communicated via gesture instead. Jay responded by adjusting the water and then kissing him, and because they had permission Austin let himself melt against Jay, palms sliding over Jay’s much-loved skin. After they parted, he indicated that Jay should turn around and switch places with him, and then washed Jay’s hair, not taking as much time about it as he would have liked because Liam had told them not to dawdle.
He couldn’t resist slipping his hand down over Jay’s ass to his hole and pushing two fingers inside him where he was hot and slick with Liam’s cum. Jay pushed back into his touch eagerly and turned to grip Austin’s arm, but Austin shook his head and withdrew. As much as he would have liked to linger, this wasn’t the time.
When they were back in the kitchen, naked, damp, and well scrubbed, Austin was hit by a flash of déjà vu. Liam was sitting at the kitchen table, as he had been the earlier, reading the paper, showing no sign of his recent activities in his expression.
“I’m hungry,” Liam said without looking up. “I’m sure you are too, but you can eat when you’ve served me my breakfast. Stay quiet, please. I’m not a fan of conversation first thing in the morning.”
Jay’s stomach growled loudly enough that Austin heard it, but he didn’t protest. Austin knew an imposed silence chafed Jay’s emotions raw—unless a gag went along with the order. Restrain him so that he could barely move, gag him so that breathing was difficult, and Jay loved it; tell him to stand or kneel without fidgeting or talking, and it was torture.
“More coffee for me, juice, a toasted, buttered bagel, and a small bowl of strawberry yogurt,” Liam continued. “Bagel and yogurt on the table in front of me, then you can kneel on either side holding my drinks. Let me see…coffee for Jay, juice for Austin, I think.” He smiled without raising his gaze from the paper and added, “I’d advise you to hurry if you don’t want to eat breakfast standing because your arses are too sore to sit on, but I don’t want to see any clumsiness or spills.” He finally glanced up, and Austin felt his body tighten with arousal at the heat in Liam’s eyes. “I want you to serve me breakfast as my subs.” The final three words were stressed lightly. “Off you go.”
Austin would have liked a moment to plan, the ability to discuss what they should do with Jay, but he had neither, so he had to trust to the rapport between them to make this go smoothly. Liam was reading again, but Austin didn’t doubt for a moment that they were under scrutiny.
Moving with the slow, efficient grace he knew Liam preferred, he went to the toaster and started off the bagel, the clunk of the fridge door telling him that Jay was getting out the juice and yogurt.
Standing and watching the bagel heat, dreamily contemplating nothing much in particular, wouldn’t impress Liam, so after Austin had gotten a plate and knife out with as little noise as possible and taken the lid off the butter dish—Liam never kept it in the fridge, for some reason—he went to his knees facing Liam, his head bowed.
God, the plug was fucking huge, impossible to ignore. He loved it and hated it at one and the same time.
He didn’t hear a word from Liam, so he had to imagine a look of approval. He wasn’t sure how his need to please his Dom was wrapped up in wanting approval, wanting the person with control over him to tell him he was doing a good job. Really, knowing he was being obedient should be enough, but it wasn’t, not always.
The toaster popped the bagel up—not very well, it was a little too thick and slightly jammed—and Austin stood again to butter it and retrieve the glass of juice Jay had poured. He delivered the plate, stepped back so that Jay could set down the yogurt, and knelt with the juice glass carefully balanced so it wouldn’t spill.
Sinking down onto his knees made him ache. It wasn’t just his ass; it was all the way up into his gut. His mind kept coming back to it, circling away and then nearer again. It wasn’t the kind of thing he should be thinking about. He ought to be focusing on doing exactly what Liam wanted him to do.
Liam reached and took the juice glass from his hand, sipped the juice, then gave it back to him. All without a word. His attention was on the paper he was reading, as if he expected that Jay and Austin would be doing what he’d ordered and he didn’t need to think about them at all.
That kind of confidence should’ve been reassuring, but Austin couldn’t find anything comforting right then. He squirmed, trying to get the plug to feel less there, which was ridiculous, because it was jammed up his fucking ass, and the glass tilted, a trickle of juice running down the side to drip, cool and sticky, on his hand.
“Impatient for me to finish?” Liam inquired, sounding less than pleased. “Stay still, please.”
Jay gave him a surprised look. Jay, who was kneeling in perfect stillness on the other side of Liam’s chair, the coffee cup held steady. Jay, who didn’t have his ass stuffed full, spread wide, invaded.
Austin felt his failure like a blow. He’d expected it to be easy and for Jay to be the only one struggling, but it wasn’t working out that way.
“Sir, the plug—it’s so big.”
Even to his ears he sounded petulant, and God, he’d forgotten they weren’t supposed to talk.
Liam took the coffee from Jay and sipped it. “I couldn’t see any signs of tearing, and it’s smaller than ones you’ve worn for much longer. You told me yourself it didn’t hurt. Did you lie to me?”
“No, Sir,” Austin admitted. “I just… I can’t concentrate with it in me, and it’s stopping me from being perfect for you.”
“I disagree.” Liam took another sip of coffee, then handed the mug back to Jay, who was keeping his mouth shut with an effort Austin could feel. “It’s not stopping you; you are. Self-control, focus, trust. Concentrate on those, and serving me will come naturally. I want you plugged, and I’m enjoying seeing you suffer. You’re pleasing me in so many ways without knowing it, but stop fighting me.”
Liam’s words helped him, the praise mixed in sweetening the censure. Austin took some slow, deep breaths, searching for that sense of rightness that made the sessions a joy to him. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”
As Liam took the coffee from Jay again and drank it, Austin heard the faint but familiar ringtone of his cell phone from upstairs and bit his lip. It wasn’t the specific tone he’d assigned to calls from Jay or Liam or his mother—who seemed to be avoiding him—just the generic one. Hopefully whoever it was would leave a message when it went to voice mail.
“Was that yours?” Liam asked when it had stopped trilling.
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry. I know we’re supposed to mute our phones before a session.”
“It’s all right this once. It’s not as if I gave you much notice. I don’t expect it to happen again, though.” Liam didn’t sound annoyed, just resigned.
Austin winced as the ring started again and waited with his eyes closed until it stopped. When it started a third set, Liam sighed.
“Go and answer it. It’s clear someone needs your attention.”
Austin took a moment to lean in and rest his forehead against Liam’s knee, half apology, half thanks. He set down the juice and left the room, hurrying once he was out of sight, cursing under his breath as he ran upstairs. Why hadn’t he turned it off after his shower? He should have thought of it then.
The phone had started a fourth cycle by the time he reached it, and annoyance made him snap out a terse “What?” when he answered it.
“Austin, it’s me. Where were you? Why didn’t you pick up?”
April. Austin shook his head. Of course it was April. Who else would call at the worst time possible?
“Because I was busy.”