Hunks, Hammers, and Happily Ever Afters (67 page)

Once he regained control, he gestured to the spot between him and Max. “Hayley, come on up here, baby.”

Hayley settled into the spot he’d just vacated as Noah rustled in one of the bedside table drawers. Straightening, he handed a foil-clad condom to Hayley, and tossed another at the foot of the bed along with a bottle of lube.

“Once you’ve got one of those on him, straddle him. I’ll be right back.”

“Wait a minute, I’m going to be on the bottom?” Max’s eyes widened. “I thought I’d be the one on top. Or at least in the middle.” He licked his lips in a nervous gesture. “You know, you in Hayley and me in...”

Noah leaned over Max and caught his mouth in a quick hard kiss. “You know how you told Hayley you’ve dreamed of having her in this bed? I’ve dreamed of burying myself in you since that night you fucked me back in high school.” He cupped Max’s jaw between his palms and rested their foreheads together. “This is my fantasy, Max. Please, don’t deny me this.”

Max swallowed, then nodded. “All right.”

“We’re going to take it slow, okay? I promise, I’m going to make it so good for you, Max. Do you trust me?”

Max nodded again. “Yeah. I trust you.”

Noah looked at Hayley, Max following his gaze. “And you’ll make it good for Hayley too, won’t you, Max? Because she’s the whole reason we’re here. We have to show her how much she means to us. That she’s the center of our world. Can you do that, Max?”

“Of course.” He said it so reverently Hayley had to look away to hide the emotion swamping her.

“Good. I’ll be right back.”

Her gaze followed Noah as he strode to the bathroom, his back muscles rippling with strength, his glutes bunching and stretching with each step.

A quick draw of breath drew her attention back to Max who was equally entranced by Noah’s exit. “Fuck his ass is a work of art in motion.”

~*~

I
t took all Noah’s control not to react to the knowledge that Max was actually verbally admiring his ass. Out loud. So Hayley could hear. The eight foot walk to the bathroom stretched into a marathon. Away from their gaze, he sagged against the counter and stared at his reflection in the mirror.

He wasn’t going to fucking survive the way today was going. He’d gone from happy and content while they were eating breakfast, to shocked and confused at Max’s kiss, to worried that he’d lost both Max and Hayley, to being stupefied and amazed at Max’s blowjob, concern at Max’s reaction to the said BJ, and back to fear when Hayley suggested she leave.

And now he was about to float to the ceiling that Max, the man he’d been in love with for almost eighteen years now but didn’t know he was alive other than as a friend, was actually lying out there, his dick waving in the breeze—hard because of
him
—was eyeing his ass.

Today is the first day of the rest of your life, carpe diem, and all that crap. Today was a day he was fucking
never
going to forget. He grabbed a towel and headed back to the room.

Holy fuck, Max’s gaze was still locked on the doorway, as if he was hungry for his return.

Keep it light.

“It’s from climbing all the fricking ladders Max is too afraid to climb,” Noah flung the towel over his shoulder, not at all ashamed of the cock proud and heavy bouncing off his belly. He leaned against the door way and grinned. “Yeah, I heard you admiring my ass.”

His gaze settled on Max’s erection thrusting from the nest of dark hair.
Mine
. Mine and Hayley’s, he amended. Noah changed his focus from that beautiful cock to seek Max’s face, and found Max’s gaze, an expression of awe, and lust, and maybe a touch of fear too.
Oh buddy, you have absolutely nothing to be afraid of, not here in this room with me. I will never let anything bad happen to you.

Originally he’d figured Hayley would lie down, Max would cover her, and he’d be the top bread in the sandwich, but now he wanted to be able to see Max’s eyes when he finally filled his ass. He needed to make sure Max wasn’t going to freak out. He needed to make sure Max wouldn’t bolt. That Max found as much pleasure as he knew he would.

“We’re going to do this almost the same as we did last night. Hayley, you’re going to ride Max, but instead of me being buried in your ass, tonight I’ll be in Max’s.” Once Max was comfortable at the end of the bed, his knees spread wide, Noah grabbed a pillow, wrapped the towel around it, then bent over Max, and caught his mouth again. He stroked Max’s lips with his tongue, murmuring how he was going to make it good and to trust him again. “Lift your hips, Max.”

He’d intended to stay in that position as he slid the pillow beneath Max but the change of position stroked Max’s cock over Noah’s belly and along his sternum, making Noah’s breath stutter. He eased back, afraid he’d have to choke his dick into submission again.

Hayley took the pillow from him and slid it into position. “Noah? Are you all right?”

He dragged his gaze away from Max and focused on her. Her hair was tangled around her shoulders, her lips were swollen from their kisses, her breasts still bore evidence of stubble-burn though whether from last night or this morning, he wasn’t sure. But she’d never looked more beautiful to him.
Mine.

None of this would have happened if she hadn’t set the wheels of this amazing journey in motion.
Mine and Max’s.

He banded an arm around her waist and drew her against him, kissing her, nibbling at her neck, sucking hard enough that it would leave a mark. A proclamation of
she is ours
for the world to see.

He squeezed her behind and growled, “Climb up on the bed and straddle Max, sweet cheeks.”

Hayley grinned and quickly obeyed. Their mutual groans as she lowered herself on Max’s shaft shot straight to his cock. His balls tightened painfully with each inch Max’s cock disappeared into her glistening cleft.

Unable to wait another second, he popped the top on the lube and smeared a long line onto the condom, then more onto his fingers. “Be prepared for Max to jump,” he said softly to Hayley.

Max not only jumped but he swore too as Noah spread the cool liquid around Max’s puckered hole. Swore again, louder this time, when Noah pressed the tip of his finger against it. “Just breathe, buddy.”

Buddy didn’t sound right, but what the hell did he call him in this situation? Sweetie? Definitely not Baby. Max would punch his fucking nose until you could follow it like a road map to Florida. Or until it stuck out the back of his head.

“Kiss him, will ya? Distract him.”

He added more lube, and one finger made it to the knuckle. Max immediately tightened around the digit. After more lube and a second finger stretching the opening, Max’s protests changed pitch, from
fuck that hurts
to
fuck I’m going to come.

Hayley continued to murmur to Max, kissing him, undulating her hips drawing his gaze once again to where their bodies joined. His cock wept at the tip, wanting to feel the pleasure he knew Max felt.

Soon.

He compared the stretched opening to his cock, and, with a frown, added a third finger for good measure.

“Oh fuck.” Max practically bucked Hayley off before she could center herself and slam down over his shaft. Which caused another round of bucking, and a severe ache in Noah’s balls.

He withdrew his fingers and positioned his cock at Max’s entrance, and eased his way in. And bit back his own line of curses as Max’s ass closed around his shaft. Heaven, pure, fucking, heaven. Only when Max’s moans quietened, and he was buried balls deep in Max’s ass did Noah dare hook Max’s legs around his arms, which opened him up further, let him get deeper.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, that feels so...” Max got quiet and still, but inside his body seized Noah’s cock, his muscles rippling in a dangerous rhythm, teasing his oversensitive head.

Shit, he was going to come and they’d hardly begun. “Hayley, move. You’re in charge now. You set the pace.”

It was awkward at first, as he and Hayley coordinated their rhythm, but finally they found their grove.

If they did this again, he’d hook Max’s legs over his shoulder, or around his waist or something, freeing him to play with Hayley’s breasts, or better yet, wrap his arms around
her
waist and control her movements, and that way control all three of their pleasure. But for now the sensation of Hayley’s ass slapping his groin on her backward rock, and Max’s balls slapping his shaft each time he withdrew, he was ready to blow his fucking load with each stroke. It was all he could do to just hang on and ride it out.

“Max, touch me,” Hayley begged. Max twisted slightly as he slipped a hand between them, which pressed Noah’s cock harder against Max’s prostate.

He could tell the moment Max reached Hayley’s clit, as Max’s body clamped down around his shaft, his hips lifting, his free hand slapping the bed covers as if seeking something to hold onto.

Max’s eyes lost focus, practically rolled back in his head, before they scrunched closed, his head kicking back, his chest arching off the covers. “Fuck. She’s coming. Oh fuck, it’s too much, too much...Oh
fuck, holy fuck, yes
.” Max’s entire body bucked, every muscle in his body tightening around Noah’s cock.

Noah couldn’t hold off. He dug his fingers into Max’s thighs and held on for the ride, each jerk of Max’s hips milking him until he was drained.

His legs trembling, he slumped over Hayley, his cock slipping from Max’s ass.

His legs trembling, his mind whirling, Noah slipped out of Max and crawled onto the bed beside him. Max stared up at him, his eyes dark, his expression filled with wonder, and, if he was honest, a little confusion. Noah lowered his head and kissed him, keeping it light, though he wasn’t sure whether it was to reassure Max or to prove to himself that what had just happened was real.

He sought Hayley’s mouth next. It was her touch, her lips on his, her fingers curling in his hair, her palm flattened on his chest, that settled him, that proved it wasn’t a dream. He might have started this weekend thinking he was fulfilling her fantasy but she and Max had just fulfilled his.

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CHAPTER TWELVE

Hayley awoke clinging to one side of the unfamiliar bed, something heavy on one leg and some deep rhythmic sound. She cracked open an eye and peered at the offending trespasser to discover Max’s head resting on her thigh, the rest of him sprawled diagonally across the mattress, snoring.

His face was relaxed, looking younger than she’d ever seen him before.

She glanced around, looking for Noah, realizing the sun had moved, no longer casting bright streamers through the room.

Noah sat in a blue wingchair by the window, his legs stretched out and crossed at the ankle, his hair tousled, and completely, confidently naked. And supremely pleased with himself. “Hey there, sleepy head.”

She scrubbed her hands over her face and twisted in an effort to find an alarm clock, but couldn’t. “What time is it?”

“Nearly four o’clock.”

She inched out from under Max and dashed to the bathroom to quickly take care of Mother Nature’s demands. It wasn’t until she returned to the bedroom that she noticed the giant white maple leaf painted over the bed. And the Maple Leaf memorabilia, including a Gilmour jersey, holding a place of pride in a replica locker. Even the ceiling light was a replica of the Maple Leaf scoreboard. “Wow. Talk about a—” teenaged boy’s room “—real man cave.”

Noah chuckled, though there was softness in his eyes. “He’s always been a sucker for the underdog.”

“Hey, true fans stick by their team, no matter what,” Max mumbled from the bed. “Their time will come.”

Hayley wandered over to the drafting table in the corner. She stroked the petals of the daisies, smiling at the blooms as they bobbed and nodded at her touch.

“Noah bought them for you.” Max had rolled onto his side and was watching her, his expression wary. “I, uh, hadn’t even thought of flowers. I was more worried about...well, condoms and stuff.”

“I like the flowers, they’re pretty” she said gently, “but they aren’t as important as the condoms, were they?”

“But you deserve pretty.”

A phone rang—the Hockey Night in Canada theme. Noah picked it up from the night table beside him and held it up for Max to see. “It’s your mom.”

“Shit, I’ve got to take it or she’ll come over to see why I’m not picking up.” He jumped from the bed, grabbed the phone and raced into the hallway, his voice fading as he trod down the stairs. “Hey, Ma, what’s doin’?”

Noah watched his escape with hungry eyes. “I have competition in the great ass department.”

Hayley settled back on the bed, pulling her legs beneath her. “He’s going to be freaked out about this, isn’t he?”

“Not as bad as he was a couple hours ago. It’s not his first time having sex with a guy—with me. It’s just his first time being the bottom. It’ll take him a while to process everything but I think he’s already more than halfway there.”

Except it wasn’t that simple. She’d seen Max’s horror, his fear. His confusion. While Noah seemed amazingly calm. “Why am I really here, Noah? Was this whole weekend, and this especially,” she waved toward the bed, “just a way to convince him he’s attracted to you too? To force him out of the closet?”

“If you’re asking did we use you as a shield, no. We love you, Hayley. Both of us.”

Having her own
processing
problems, she leaned over the drafting table to examine the numerous framed photographs. There was one of Mr. and Mrs. Moretti when they were much younger, another of the entire family sitting in front of a Christmas tree, a teenaged Max’s arm slung over Noah’s shoulder right in the midst of them all, a half dozen of Max in a hockey uniform surrounded by a team, more than half of which had a trophy in front of them. There were school photos of his various nieces and nephews, and his sister Jackie with her arm holding hands with her wife, both women wearing beautiful red and gold wedding saris, and another of the two women holding a toddler with dark hair and big dark eyes.

“How’s his family going to take the news about him?”