The Hot Floor (14 page)

“Hey, this isn’t a snub. Please don’t ever think that.” Evan’s voice was insistent, reassuring. “We discussed it, and we both agreed we needed to give you space and not do owt that might make you feel crowded.”

“Yeah, Ev wouldn’t even let me send you a dirty text earlier. I was going to get him to take a picture of my bruised arse and send it to you as a reminder.”

“Aye, he’s classy like that,” Evan said, chuckling. “A real charmer. But seriously, I want to be over there. I want to be touching you. I just want to let you make your decision with your brain rather than your dick.”

“Sometimes the little brain knows best,” Rai said, mock-serious. “I always try to listen to mine.”

“Aye, well, yours talks a mile a minute, pet. I’m surprised you haven’t gone deaf.”

“It’s blind, sweetheart. Wanking makes you go blind. Hence the glasses. Clearly you’re not doing it right, if you’ve still got twenty-twenty vision.”

Evan snorted and cuffed Rai around the head playfully. As I watched their easy banter, a sharp longing clenched its fists around my heart and squeezed.

“Yes,” I said. They both watched me intently, as if waiting for more.

“Yes to what?” Evan eventually asked.

I gulped and gripped the bottle in my hands so tightly I wouldn’t have been surprised if it had shattered.

“Yes, I’d like to try going bare with you both.”

“Fantastic!” Rai was practically bouncing in his seat. “I can’t wait to find out what it feels like to have two loads of sp—”

“We should shake on it,” Evan said, cutting through Rai’s rhapsodising.

We all took turns in shaking hands over the table, the solemnity of the moment destroyed by Rai’s assertion that he’d just “come in his pants from the excitement.”

And then we sat there, staring at each other.

Rai was the first to stand. He moved around to my side of the table, then plonked himself down in my lap and wrapped his arms around my neck. “Hey, sweetness,” he said, fluttering his eyelashes at me and putting on a mock Deep South kind of drawl. “I sure would like to find out what that there ginormous cock you’re packing feels like in ma back passage.”

It’s almost impossible to stay nervous when you’re laughing, I discovered. Rai wriggled about on my lap, gasping, squealing and generally hamming it up.

I ended up kissing him to shut him up. Rai’s mouth opened, his supple tongue casting a spell on me. I could feel my inhibitions loosening one by one. When I felt Evan settle down next to me, I broke the kiss with Rai and claimed one from Evan too. Then I watched them kiss, while Rai ground his sweet little arse against my rapidly filling cock.

“Mmmm, you smell like a real man,” Rai said to me.

“Shit, I really need a shower. I’m going to have to go to Denise’s.”

“No, you won’t. I totally dig that funky working-man thing. Why d’you think I’m with Ev?”

“Hey, I thought you were after my winning personality,” Evan protested.

“In your dreams, sweetheart. I’m all about the butch man sweat.”

“That’s only coz you’re a lazy bugger who sits about on his arse all day playing with numbers. You wouldn’t know real work if it came up and shafted you sideways.”

Rai stuck his tongue out, and Evan grinned. I felt some more of the tension leach out of my body. I could get used to this banter. Maybe I’d even be ready to join in one day.

My thoughts were derailed by a couple of pairs of exploring hands, and I had to fight the urge to just lie back and groan with pleasure.

“I need that shower. Haven’t had one all day.” In fact, I hadn’t cleaned myself properly since my ill-fated bath—or good-fated bath if you wanted to be pedantic about it. “I’m probably growing knob-cheese,” I said, to dissuade Rai from sticking his hand any farther down my pants.

“Ugh.” Rai pantomimed a look of disgust. “That’s where I draw the line, boy-o. Shower time it is, then. Don’t worry, I’ll help you get washed.”

“I don’t need help!”

“You sure?” Evan’s grin was audible. “I seem to remember you got in a bit of a pickle last time you got into the bath. If you’re worried about Rai taking advantage of you, I can always keep an eye on things.” He waggled his eyebrows mischievously.

I looked from one to the other. “You’ve got the extra bathtub out of the way?”

“Aye, it’s all in working order out there. There’s a couple of cracked tiles, but that’s about the worst of it.”

Rai snorted. “There’s a huge bloody hole in the ceiling, Ev.”

“Extra ventilation,” Evan assured us both. “Oh yes, and the bloke the landlord sent around says he won’t be able to fit us in until at least next week, so it looks like you’ll be staying here for a while. Is there owt you’ll be needing to fetch from your place?”

“I don’t want to be in your way. I can always stay at Denise’s until it’s done.”

“We want you here,” Evan said. “With us. Trust me, you definitely won’t be in the way.”

Rai was nodding, for once all sign of mischief gone.

“Um, okay. I guess I could stay. If that’s what you really want.”

We celebrated my decision with another sloppy three-way kiss.

Chapter Eleven

Having a shower with someone else really isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. I don’t know, maybe if you had one of those walk-in jobbies with decent water pressure and a bit of elbow room it would be a different matter, but squished into Rai and Evan’s bathtub under a collapsed ceiling and a trickle of lukewarm water was not the stuff erotic fantasies are made of. Rai did his utmost to distract me from all that by doing his best impression of a randy octopus, saying it was to compensate for his near blindness without his glasses on, and only their shaving light for illumination seeing as how the ceiling light was no more. He certainly treated my body like it was covered in Braille, running his fingers over every last inch of skin, and I eventually submitted to the strange indignity of having another man wash my tackle for me.

Actually, that bit was a turn-on, especially when Rai slipped his soapy fingers back to massage my taint. The air was filled with the woodsy scent of their shower gel, a scent I’d been associating with sexy men for so many months now my dick had a Pavlovian response to it. I leant back against the cool tiles and moaned. Evan was standing by the door so he could see around the shower curtain, and we made eye contact. Yep, that man was definitely a voyeur. I could see the bulge in his trousers, and his blue eyes had turned black.

I’d been so distracted by Evan it was a shock to feel my dick enveloped by moist, sucking heat. “Jesus!” I tried to brace myself in case my knees buckled under the power of Rai’s blowjob. “I can’t. I don’t think I can do this here.”

Rai paused and pouted, water running over his head and sticking his hair down to his skull. “But it’s so much fun. Okay, then, how about I put on the other shower attachment instead?”

“Huh?”

Evan grinned like a shark and picked something up from a shelf behind the curtain. He handed it to me. It was a twelve-inch-long steel cylinder with a rounded end, complete with tiny holes for the water. Even a vanilla guy like me could see what it was intended for. “I’ve always just used a douche,” I said, feeling my skin heat up. If I got any hotter, the shower water would start turning to steam the moment it hit me, and we’d find ourselves having a sauna.

“This is much more fun,” Rai purred. “Providing you get the right temperature. You just unscrew the old head and put this one on. I’ll show you.” He squinted and went to grab the shower hose from its moorings, but he overshot, and I put out my hand to stop him.

“Could I…um, could I have a moment to myself, please? Before the water goes cold? I don’t… I couldn’t. Not with anyone watching.”

“Leave him be, pet. Let’s give the man some privacy.”

Rai grumbled a little, but he let Evan help him out of the bath and into his glasses and a towel.

“We’ll be waiting,” Rai said. “Don’t leave it too long, though, or we might have to start without you.”

When I eventually had the bathroom to myself, I let out a sigh of relief. This was going to take some getting used to, having two men watching me. It was like there was a constant audience; embarrassing but strangely hot at the same time. I drew the line at them watching me clean myself out, though.

The shower attachment was surprisingly pleasurable, and when I finally stepped out of the shower, I felt clean inside and out. I even paused a moment to brush my teeth. By the time I headed back into the living room, I felt clean as a whistle. Not that whistles were all that clean, anyway. I’d always figured they must be full of saliva.

That was an interesting thought. Maybe I really would be as clean as a whistle in a few minute’s time…

I’d been half expecting to see Rai and Evan kitted out in something kinky. Leather perhaps, or Rai’s schoolboy outfit again. I couldn’t decide whether or not I was disappointed to find them both naked on the sofa. Well, you couldn’t really feel disappointed about something like that, though, could you? Especially when they both stopped feeling each other up and made space in between them for me.

“Come on, then,” Rai said, patting the seat and smiling invitingly. “We’ve got ourselves all warmed up for you.”

“I’ll say.” They each had a red-hot poker sticking out of their crotches. I licked my lips and closed the space between us. My body was all shivery, but the good kind of shivery, when it feels like you’re about to be shaken apart by pleasure and every inch of you tingles in anticipation.

I sat in that narrow space, crowded in by a hot man on either side of me. My hands kind of fell into their laps and found something meaty to grab hold of.

Evan made a growling sound as I started to pump his dick, and he and Rai reciprocated by giving me a two-handed wank.

“What do you want to do tonight?” Evan said. “Anything you’d particularly like to try out?”

My mind shorted out at the prospect of getting a choice. “Erm, oh, oh God! This is good, for now.” Rai had squirmed his way around so that he could suck on one of my nipples while he fondled my balls, squeezing and tugging just enough to grab my attention without it being overly painful.

“Come on, lad, there must be summat you’ve dreamt about. I know Rai would love you to fuck him, but maybe you’d like to blow him first.”

Rai nodded enthusiastically, still attached to my nipple, sending sparks of exquisite pain flashing through me. I watched him nuzzling and loving me down there.

“Yeah. Sounds good. Um, what will you be doing while this is going on?”

“What do you want me to be doing?” Evan asked, sounding amused.

Oh fuck. Was he really going to make me spell it out? “I, er, you could fuck me. If you wanted to, I mean.”

“Is that what you want? I know I’m packing, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Of course it is!” I’d never have described myself as a size queen, but something about Evan’s dick had me mesmerised. Even if it hurt like the first time, I wanted everything he could give me. I just hoped he’d give me a bit more prep than my first boyfriend did. To be fair, though, neither of us had had a clue what we were doing back then. “Just make sure you use plenty of lube. It’s been a while.” Six months, to be precise.

“Don’t fret. I’ll treat you right, I promise.”

“He’s good at that,” Rai said after letting go of my rosy red nipple with a loud sucking sound.

With Evan’s reassurance bouncing around inside my head, I took the opportunity to slide down onto the floor and shuffled to kneel between Rai’s legs. There wasn’t much room between the sofa and the coffee table, so I kind of parked my arse on the edge of it. The leaves from the spider plant on the table tickled my crack, but it felt kind of good, so I didn’t bother moving it.

Rai looked down at me with a broad smile on his face and thrust his hips up. “Go on, baby. Do your worst.”

“I’ll do my best, if it’s all the same to you,” I sniffed, pretending to be affronted.

Rai chuckled and reached out to cradle my jaw. “You’re such a cutie. I don’t know how I’m ever going to be able to give you up.”

You don’t have to
, I was about to say but swallowed it back. They probably would at some point, wouldn’t they? It wasn’t like anyone ever managed to make one of these arrangements last long-term. And eventually I’d want to find a man who could really fall for me. It was a bitch it couldn’t be one of these two.

I hid my confusion by burying my head in Rai’s groin and inhaling the clean scent of his smooth skin. He quivered beneath me.

“Ooh, ticklish,” Rai breathed. “Your stubble. Feels great.”

I rolled my head around, trying to brush the rough regrowth against the sensitive skin of Rai’s thighs even as I licked his nuts. They were heavy in their sac, but probably not too large for me to be able to fit them both in my mouth at once.

I decided to test my theory.

Rai’s body arched off the sofa. “Oh baby! How did you know? Fuck, that’s good!”

Evan chuckled. “I see you’ve found your way to Rai’s heart. There’s nowt he likes better than having his bollocks sucked.”

“I am somewhat testicularly fixated,” Rai said, but his words came out strained between panting breaths. I grinned around my fleshy mouthful, savouring the musky flavour that was all Rai.