Chad shivers into the touch, and tilts his head back, blindly seeking Jared's lips on his. "I want to," he murmurs, then shivers again when Jared pushes into him, slow and deep and sure. The bedroom smells of Jared and sex, musky, with a sweeter undertone, a scent that Chad knows he'll crave to his dying day. He lifts his hips, his back arching into Jared's chest as Jared starts to move. Arching into Jared's touch, his protection and possession. "Want to," Chad pants, begging with his body, begging with every word, knowing that Jared will deny him nothing. "Please..." "Shhh," Jared murmurs, parts Chad's lips with his tongue and the next thrust tells Chad better than words that he's convinced Jared of his sincerity, his want. *** Jared takes a considering step back as Chad kneels on the carpet, waiting for approval. A cool breeze from the open window caresses his naked skin, but he forces himself not to move. Not that he really can with the way his hands are bound behind him, or that he even wants to. He's earned this. "Perfect," Jared finally pronounces, and tilts Chad's head up, running a gentle touch over Chad's jaw. "You look perfect." "Thank you," Chad replies, flushing at both the compliment and love in Jared's smile. For a moment, he marvels at how far he's come since that memorable night with John all those months ago, at how much John had taught him. At how much more Jared had shown him, how patiently Jared had claimed him when he'd never even known he'd wanted to be claimed. He flexes his wrist, both to feel the rope and the cuff against his skin. "I know you'll make me proud," Jared smiles, and settles into the armchair across the room. His grin grows even wider when they both hear the front door being unlocked. "Ready?" Chad just nods, and takes a steadying breath, only to lose it when John strides, long-limbed and dangerous, into his living room, and stops. "What's this?" he asks, and just hearing that low, gravelly voice again is enough to make Chad rock hard. "A gift," Jared replies, and Chad watches as John turns from Chad to Jared, eyebrow raised in confusion. "I heard it was your birthday and wanted to get you something special." "Ah..." Confusion turns into speculation as John gazes down at Chad again. Chad tries hard not to stare up at muscled thighs lovingly encased in worn, tight denim. At the wide, leather belt across lean hips, and the tight t-shirt stretching across a wide chest. "Quite a gift," John remarks. "You deserve it." John circles Chad slowly, and Chad can feel the heat of steel-blue eyes lingering on his back, his bound hands, his ass. "Any rules?" John asks Jared, and Chad can't help but smile to himself that John's caught on so fast. "Only that I get to stay." "Of course," John murmurs, and runs the tips of his fingers through Chad's hair. Chad doesn't bother to hold back the low whimper of need at finally feeling John touch him. "You've done a beautiful job with him," John continues, approval in his voice. "You did all the hard work," Jared says, with the same approval, and Chad knows he's glowing from the praise. "I told him if he pleased you that maybe later we would both take him." "I'm flattered." "Well," Jared grins, wide and open, "it is your birthday." "So it is," John says, and starts to flick open the buttons of his jeans. His cock bobs free, thick and already hard, and Chad licks his lips in both remembrance and anticipation. It might be John's birthday, but Chad knows he's the one getting the reward.
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