Jamie, page 8
“Definitely not perfect.” Silas laughed. “Wait ’til you see my studio.”
“I live in a closet. It’s perfect.”
Bran chuckled. He guessed it was all relative. “You are a treat, boy. And we’ll all clean so we can get upstairs and touch each other some more.”
It didn’t take more than a few minutes, many hands making light work. When they were done, Bran encouraged them all upstairs before they got distracted by kissing and touching again. Jamie wanted a shower first, and as long as they could make it into the water, all bets were off as to what happened after that.
Jamie unwrapped his hand and stripped down. “I always smell like vanilla.”
“There are worse things to smell of,” Silas noted.
Bran chuckled but grabbed Jamie’s hand. “I’m not sure you should get this wet yet.”
“I should wash it. They’re not going to let me work with it wrapped up tomorrow, right?”
“Why wouldn’t they?” Silas asked. “Would they prefer you went to the hospital and filed a work injury report, or would they prefer you come in with it wrapped?”
“I’d lose my job! It was my own stupid fault. I know it’s hot.”
“You’d lose your job for filing out a work injury report? Well, then you would sue them. And accidents happen—I would like you to be more careful, yes, but they happen and no one is stupid for them.” Bran felt himself getting all growly. He wanted to take Jamie in and keep him safe.
“Oh… oh, I’ll be fine. It’s a good job. A real decent place with tips.”
“Then they will let you go in to work with a bandaged hand.” He didn’t make it a question.
“Okay. Sure.” Jamie nodded, offering him a smile.
He was pretty sure that Jamie was just humoring him, but he planned on following through. For now, he was going to follow through with a shower and making love with their boy.
Silas was already unbuttoning Jamie’s clothing.
When Jamie was home for good, they could dress him in better fabrics—not stained, cheap uniforms.
He examined Jamie’s hand. “The doctoring has helped already. I think you’ll be okay keeping it bare in the shower.”
“Thank you. You are so… good to me.”
“That’s because we care,” Silas told Jamie.
“We want you to be our boy, and this is part of what that means, us being good to you.”
“I don’t—I’m not sure I know what that means.”
“I’m going to guess it’s the being-our-boy part that you don’t quite get, not the being-good-to-you bit.” He waited for acknowledgement from Jamie before continuing. “Silas and I are Daddies. We have helped a number of boys find themselves, and then their very own Daddy. But we know there’s a boy for us to take care of out there. Someone just for us. Silas and I think you’re that boy. We want to love you and care for you and make your life better in every way.”
“I don’t have anything to offer. You know that. You have to know that.”
“Seriously?” Bran turned Jamie so that he could see himself in the full-length mirror they had in their bedroom. “Look at you. That’s what you have to offer. You.”
“I’m a washed-up child star with weird fans.”
Bran snorted. “Maybe to the weird fans that’s what you are. I see a beautiful young man.”
Silas came and stood next to them. “I see that too.” Silas pulled off Jamie’s shirt. “He’s got lovely long hair, and he’s lean and sexy.”
“Amazing ink,” Bran added. “A sweet belly.”
“And kind eyes. And he oozes with need for us.”
Bran reached around and undid Jamie’s belt, encouraged his pants to drop. “You’re absolutely lovely, Jamie. And you have a lot more to offer than you seem to know.”
“I… I don’t know. Maybe. I’m trying to do that, you know?”
“Good. And we can help you with that. Remind you to look into yourself and find the good. Because it’s there. It’s there in spades.” Bran lifted Jamie’s chin and took a kiss, keeping it soft for a long while.
Jamie breathed with him, sweet body softening, relaxing into him.
Silas finished stripping their boy while he pressed one kiss after another onto the sweet lips. He was going to learn every corner of this mouth.
Jamie stared into him, those lovely eyes deep enough that he could drown in them.
Once Jamie was naked, Silas got to work on his clothing, removing every stitch.
“I feel like I’m in a dream,” Jamie whispered. “Like this is a fantasy.”
“It’s real, I promise you. Which makes it the best fantasy ever, doesn’t it?”
The water came on in the big walk-in shower, Silas getting everything prepped for them to just step into while he was focused on Jamie.
“We’re going to make you ours, pretty boy. We’re going to make you fly.” He dove back into the kisses.
Wrapping one arm around Jamie’s back, he bent their boy back over it, not quite enough to make Jamie lose his balance. Jamie pressed up against him, slender body eager, cock hard and hot.
Oh, that was what he’d wanted to feel.
“Let’s get into the shower, guys. Jamie asked for a shower before orgasms, so the least we can do is get him in there before he pops off.”
Bran chuckled against Jamie’s lips. “Keeping us on track.”
“Yep.” Silas was unapologetic about it, too.
“Such an amazing man.” He offered Silas a hard kiss.
His lover took it, then tugged him and Jamie into the shower and the flow of hot water.
He hummed and let his head fall back for a moment, enjoying the hot stream.
“Fuck, he’s pretty,” Jamie whispered, and Silas chuckled.
“Language!” Bran growled the word out, not even straightening from his position in the flow of water.
Silas chuckled even harder at his admonition.
Bran gave his lover a glare.
“You’re right, you’re right. But so is Jamie. You’re gorgeous.”
“Still.” He turned to Jamie. “No swearing, boy.”
“I—I don’t understand…”
He stroked Jamie’s cheek and rubbed his thumb along the pretty mouth. “You don’t need to swear. It’s unseemly.”
“And you know that following the rules earns rewards, hmm?” Silas murmured.
“And breaking them results in punishments.” He felt it was only fair that Jamie was aware of both sides of the coin.
“Sometimes that’s hot too, hmm?”
Jamie’s eyes were wide, but he wasn’t moving, was he?
“Sometimes that’s the hottest thing ever.” Bran could totally agree with Silas on that one.
Leaning in, he took Jamie’s lips again, slipping his tongue in.
Jamie snuggled in, holding him tight. Look at that, their boy already sought comfort in his Daddies when he was unsure.
Silas stepped up behind Jamie, pushing against the slender body, sandwiching him in between the two of them.
Silas stared at him, eyes lit up, so excited.
He slid a hand around one of Jamie’s asscheeks, and the other around Silas’s. Then he squeezed the double handful, enjoying the differences between them.
Silas was more muscled, Jamie’s ass rounded and full. And he wanted to be buried inside both.
Groaning, he took the kisses he was sharing with Jamie even deeper.
Jamie was hard as nails, hips rolling restlessly.
“So much need.” More proof that their boy needed them.
“Is that cool?” So nervous.
“We want all of you,” he reassured Jamie.
“And your need is at the top of the list,” added Silas.
“You’re both so nice to me.”
“Ulterior motives.” Bran smiled. “We want you to be with us.”
“I hope you don’t change your mind…”
“We won’t.” He and Silas said the words at the same time.
That made Jamie giggle, and that was the sweetest sound.
Gods, this boy was adorable, wonderful, and Silas was absolutely right. He was theirs.
“Let’s get you soaped up,” he suggested.
“Ooo, things get all slippy slidey when soap’s involved,” Silas noted.
“It does, and it smells so, so good.” Jamie’s expression was blissful.
He held his hands out to Silas, his lover soaping them up. Then the two of them began to wash Jamie, sliding their slick hands over all that lovely skin.
They washed him, cleaned him, and that sweet cock was red and hard, leaking for them.
Jamie’s cock was hard, but they were making the rest of him boneless, only Silas supporting him from behind keeping him upright.
“Please… please, I want you…”
He wrapped his hand around Jamie’s cock and began stroking slowly. “Sweet boy.”
“Uhn…” That was pure need.
He continued to pull on the long cock. “We’re going to let you come now.”
“And then you won’t be allowed to come until we give the order after that.”
Jamie’s lips parted, and his eyes went wide.
Bran kept stroking, Jamie not going down in the slightest. Their words might have shocked their boy, but they also turned him on.
“You like that, don’t you? The idea that you belong with us,” Silas murmured.
Jamie swallowed, but he nodded. Good boy, being honest with them and with himself. It might scare him, he might think it weird, but he liked the thought.
In reward, Bran pumped that sweet cock harder, while Silas cupped Jamie’s balls and rolled them with his fingers.
Jamie grunted, one foot coming up to prop on the shower seat giving them more access. Smart boy with amazing instincts for one so untested in the realm of sex.
Bran watched as Silas latched onto Jamie’s neck, sucking up a mark. Then he bent and brought his and Jamie’s lips together in another deep kiss.
Jamie rocked between them, tongue flicking in his mouth with a sheer desperation.
Silas kissed his way up along Jamie’s neck to suck on his earlobe. “You’re allowed to come, boy,” Silas whispered.
Then Silas winked at him, and Jamie cried out, that hand doing wicked things to their boy’s backside.
He squeezed tight and slid his thumb across the tip of Jamie’s cock, giving it a little pressure.
Heat poured over his fingers, wet and perfect.
“MMmm. Love the way you smell, boy.” He slowed his strokes, easing Jamie down from his orgasm.
Jamie gasped and shivered, just as perfect as could be.
“We’ve got you,” Silas told Jamie, holding him upright.
“I—Nothing like you two. Nothing.” Jamie was panting, lips parted, sweet body kissed.
“No, there isn’t.” He appreciated that their boy saw that, knew it. “Let’s get you de-soaped and head for the bedroom.” The shower was good for rubbing together and hand jobs, but making love needed a bed, especially when there were three of you.
Jamie was boneless, clumsy, trying to help, but just getting in the way.
Bran chuckled as he and Silas manhandled Jamie out of the shower, dried him off and got him into bed. Boneless was totally acceptable in bed.
Jamie reached for them, offering them both drugging, lazy kisses.
“I want you this time,” Bran noted. “I want to fill you and feel what it’s like to have you tight and hot all around me.”
“Yes. I want to know everything. I swear.” Jamie’s expression was pure ease.
He smiled at Silas, leaned past Jamie to share a kiss, Silas’s tongue tangling with his.
Jamie groaned. “So pretty… god, you both are perfect.”
Bran ended the kiss with a lick to Silas’s lips. “Not perfect, boy, but we try, eh?”
“We do, and we want you to let us love on you.”
He gazed into Jamie’s eyes and read the need there. Then he brought their mouths together, hand sliding along Jamie’s chest.
“How do you want me?” Jamie asked. “What’s best for you?”
“We’re going to do what’s best for you today. What do you think, Silas? He can straddle you and I’ll do him from behind?”
Silas’s eyes glazed over. “Guh…”
Yes, his lover liked that idea. One day, they would take their boy together. One day.
Silas rolled over onto his back and patted his own belly. Damn, Jamie was right—his Silas was very pretty.
“Sexy stud,” he murmured, and Silas smiled for him, cheeks coloring slightly.
“Come lie on me, boy,” Silas said, getting them back on track. “We can rub against each other.”
“Okay. I like rubbing.” Jamie stroked Silas’s nipple.
Silas moaned, body arching, hands reaching for Jamie. Bran helped Jamie move and settle on Silas, his lover grabbing their boy’s hips and arranging him where he wanted him.
“Oh yeah. That’s perfect.”
“Is it?” Jamie kissed Silas, who spread those lean cheeks for him.
“Feel the way our pricks rub together. Isn’t that just right?” Silas wriggled and Jamie moaned.
Smiling, Bran reached for the lube, eyes on that sweet hole.
“Uh-huh.” So sweet, so very hungry.
He rubbed Jamie’s hole. Then slicked his fingers and rubbed it some more.
He wanted their boy open and aching for him.
Teasing a little longer, he watched as Silas and Jamie kissed, soft moans filling the air.
Silas’s fingers clenched and relaxed, over and over again. It was rhythmic and beautiful and slow. Time to ramp things up.
He pushed his index finger against Jamie’s hole and breached it, the hot, tight passage closing over his digit immediately.
Jamie moaned, that ring of muscles squeezing him tight. Oh fuck, that was going to feel amazing around his prick. And while he didn’t want to wait, he definitely was. Their boy needed the proper prep first. He slid his finger in and out, slowly getting Jamie used to the sensation, the slight stretch.
Jamie moaned, hips rolling nice and slow.
“Mmm. You’ve got great instincts, boy.” So sensual and lovely. Bending, he placed a kiss in the small of Jamie’s back and slowly pushed a second finger in along with the first. Just a bit wider, stretching more now.
Jamie was rocking, meeting him and pressing into Silas.
Silas groaned, moving up to meet each of Jamie’s motions. That pushed him back onto his fingers, too. It was a beautiful circle.
“Wow. Wow, this is… This is real.”
“Mmmhmm. Feels that way, doesn’t it?” He pushed his fingers deeper, looking for that little spot inside Jamie. He knew the moment he found it, too.
His boy cried out, arching hard into Silas. “Oh god!”
“Mmmhmm. Right there.” He nudged the spot again and again, driving Jamie higher.
“I can’t—I came already!”
“And you can’t come again without permission, baby boy,” Silas said.
“And I’m not doing this to make you come.” Bran continued to do it. “I’m just trying to ramp you up.” Trying and succeeding.
Silas nodded. “If you get too close, we’ll bind you. To help.”
“To help?” Jamie clearly wasn’t following.
“Keep you from coming,” Bran explained. “And keep you nice and hard.”
Jamie’s body clenched around him.
Oh, their boy might not know about boys and daddies and stuff, but his body sure knew what it wanted.
It was absolutely delicious, and he craved it, one hundred percent.
He slid his free hand between Jamie and Silas’s bodies and wrapped two fingers around the base of that needy cock. “We use a piece of leather here. Nice and tight.” He squeezed, mimicking what a cock ring would do.
Jamie whimpered, his lips parting.
“Mmm. Maybe we should grab one and put it on,” he suggested to Silas. “We wouldn’t want our boy to fail at his first order not to come.” They could punish him another time when he disobeyed that particular order. Or the no-swearing one.
“Good idea.” Silas was already reaching for the little drawer in the bedside table, rummaging around for the leather cock ring they kept there.
“You… you have things in a drawer?” Jamie sounded stunned.
“Doesn’t everyone?” Silas asked.
“Well, they need the bedside table with a drawer first,” Bran noted dryly. “And I’m not sure there’s room in a closet for that.”
“Don’t worry,” Silas told Jamie. “When you come here to live, you’ll have a drawer of your own that you can keep anything you want in.”
Bran chuckled. “Your favorite plugs, your favorite cock cage…”
Jamie whimpered for them, and Bran grinned down at Silas. Their boy was such a wonderful discovery.
He hit Jamie’s gland again, wanting this talk to be set in Jamie’s memory with pleasure.
Jamie gasped. “Oh fuck!”
“That’s coming, I promise.” He hit Jamie’s gland one more time before removing his fingers and adding more slick. He pushed three back in.
Then he tapped Jamie’s prostate hard. “And no cussing.” They were going to drill that one into their boy’s brain.
Silas took Jamie’s mouth, this kiss wild, and his boy was jerking around his fingers.
“Get that ring on him,” Bran ordered. If Silas didn’t do it soon, it would be too late.
“You got it. Ease off, lover.”
With great reluctance, he tugged his fingers away, letting Silas do his thing.
Silas pushed Jamie up and Bran helped, exposing that needy cock. He gave it a single stroke, just because he could. Then he concentrated on holding Jamie’s hips, making sure Silas had the room he needed to get the cock ring on.
“I—I’ve never…”
“It’s fine. Trust us,” he whispered into Jamie’s ear.
Maybe that was cheating, but he knew that Jamie would accept that answer, would relax and let them do it. Plus it wasn’t cheating if they didn’t betray that trust, which he had no intention of doing.
“I do. I’m here.” Jamie managed a smile for them.
