Checking It Twice (Crashing Book 2) (2 page)

Alexei fought to keep his expression bland
and his dick down as he turned and walked away. Mike silently grabbed their
bags and followed him into the bedroom, closing the door behind them.

“Come here, Michael,” Alexei said in a low
voice, watching Mike’s cheeks warm to pink. Mike didn’t hesitate, coming to
stand so close, Alexei had to tilt Mike’s chin up to see into his face.

Without a word, Alexei reached out and
pulled open his bedside table drawer, his eyes never leaving Mike’s. He saw how
Mike’s pupils dilated, how pink turned to red, high on Mike’s cheekbones.
Alexei needed only to stroke his fingers over a few items in the drawer before
pulling out the brand-new toy he’d purchased just for this occasion.

Mike’s eyes flicked to look at Alexei’s
hand, widened, then came back to Alexei’s and stayed steady.

“Is this okay?” Alexei asked.

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?” Because Alexei liked to be
in charge, but he needed to be sure he was operating within Mike’s comfort
zone. Or, really, only making Mike uncomfortable in ways that Mike enjoyed, a
favorite pastime for them both.

“Yes.”

Alexei smiled. “Turn around and put your
hands on the bed.”

Mike did, instantly. Alexei indulged
himself, running his hand down the long, strong line of Mike’s back, rubbing the
one sore spot that had been plaguing Mike all season until the tension eased
from Mike’s shoulders. Then Alexei knelt, reached around to open Mike’s jeans,
and tugged them and his boxer briefs down to his hips.

“Now, Michael, you have to be silent.”

Mike sucked in a deep breath and nodded
quickly, possibly not even aware of how he arched his back, canting his ass
toward Alexei.

There was no way Alexei could stop himself
from biting it. Hard.

Mike whimpered, a happy sound that forced
Alexei to press the heel of his palm to his own dick and take a deep,
shuddering breath through the teeth still clamped around all that tempting
muscle and skin.

He released his bite and watched the blood
rush to fill in each dent his teeth had left behind. He gently ran his hand
over the mark.

“It will be faded before our next game,” he
promised Mike softly.

“I don’t care.”

Alexei pressed a gentle kiss to the mark
and stood. Mike should care. They both should. And yet, apparently, they
didn’t. What did that mean about how hard they worked to keep this secret?

Alexei poured lube over his finger and put
away the question for now. It wasn’t one they were going to answer tonight.
Tonight they were going to have a lovely dinner with a friend who knew not only
that they were lovers, but was intimately familiar with Alexei’s brand of
loving.

With that in mind, he slipped the tip of
one finger over Mike’s tight hole, circling only once before pushing in. Mike’s
hands curled into the comforter so he could push back, taking Alexei’s thick
digit until the third knuckle was lodged against his body. Mike’s head dropped,
hanging between his shoulders, his breathing already fast and speeding up more
when Alexei tucked the second in right next to the first.

“We must be quick. I don’t want to leave
Erik waiting too long,” Alexei said, smiling when Mike pushed back against his
fingers and rolled his hips.

Alexei could feel the strength of the
muscles clamping down on him, but also how they gave, softening to his touch
and the pressure Mike was creating with each swivel of his body.

Alexei knew all the cues Mike’s body could
offer, and Mike knew Alexei would be looking for them.

The third finger drew a tiny, almost inaudible
moan from Mike’s throat. The stretched muscles clamped and fluttered around
Alexei’s fingers, trying to accommodate how quickly he was opening Mike up. It
wasn’t until they’d settled, still tight but no longer reacting to his every
movement, that Alexei withdrew his hand and slicked up the heavy black butt
plug he’d selected earlier. It was different than any of the others they’d
played with in the past, the neck wider. The stretch would be constant and big.
Mike was going to love it.

He didn’t have to ask if Mike was ready. He
could see it in the way Mike settled against the bed, widening his legs as much
as the clothing bunched around his hips would allow. Could hear it in Mike’s
long, slow exhalation.

Alexei pressed the tip of the plug against
Mike’s hole and started to push. Erik had been on his own too long as it was,
but Alexei wasn’t going to hurry.

Mike, however, was done waiting. He shifted
backwards and twisted his hips, seating himself on the plug Alexei held in a
firm grip.

“Jesus Christ, Michael.”

Mike lifted himself slowly to stand and
Alexei reached out to steady him, running his hands over his ribs and holding
his waist when he turned to face Alexei.

“I didn’t want to be rude,” Mike explained,
his voice like gravel, his tone utterly sincere.

Alexei huffed out a laugh and helped him
tug his clothing back into place. He slipped his hand into Mike’s jeans before
he could fasten the button, pressing where he knew the skin still smarted from
the bite, then nudging the plug once.

Mike gasped and gripped Alexei’s arms, his
legs wobbling beneath him.

“You going to be able to manage this?”
Alexei asked, more curious than concerned. Mike knew very, very well that he
was never to put himself at risk or do anything he didn’t want to do.

“I want it.”

“Want what?”

“I want to sit and have a pleasant dinner
with your ex, and be this excruciatingly aware of what he’s missing. To know
that you give me the best fucking Christmas presents and that, even better, the
moment he leaves, you’ll pull this thing out of me and do…god, I don’t even
know what. And I don’t care, because I know I’ll love it and I want do to
whatever you want.”

Alexei smiled and didn’t correct Mike’s
assumptions. It was close enough to the truth, anyway, and Alexei was looking
forward to teasing Mike with the rest.

Dinner that night proved…challenging. Mike was
gung-ho and helpful when he and Alexei returned to the kitchen to start making
dinner, busying himself with setting out appetizers while Alexei worked on
prepping the meal.

No one commented on the fact that Mike and
Alexei had gone to the bedroom to change and come back fifteen minutes later in
the exact same clothes. Though Erik’s smirk would seem to indicate that fact
hadn’t escaped his notice.

Mike told himself to pretend it was just
another night at home. It wasn’t easy. He knew, at least, that he wasn’t
walking funny. Much. He and Alexei had played this particular game enough times
that he was getting pretty good at not walking as if he felt like he had a
giant knot in his ass, even when he did. If he wiggled a little when no one was
looking, gasping at the jolts that fired off, then no one needed to know.

Except Alexei, who always seemed to catch
him at it. And, well, maybe he wasn’t as discreet as he thought, given the
strange look on Erik’s face all through their meal. But Erik couldn’t possibly
know
why
Mike was being weird. Erik had never been into the kinkier games,
according to Alexei. There had to be another reason Erik kept watching Mike so
closely, his eyes tracing over Mike’s face, studying the color Mike knew was on
his cheeks.

At one point Mike went to refill the water
pitcher and thought he caught Erik checking out his junk, but it was so quick,
he decided he must have been imagining it. It was hard enough to focus on the
tasks before him without worrying about that.

As soon as dinner was over, they moved to
the living room. Alexei sat right next to Mike on the sofa, while Erik took the
deep armchair across from them. They sipped their coffees and chatted about
their teams, the league, and the latest player gossip. Mike tried to pay
attention, but he was faced with the dual challenge of finding a comfortable
way to sit that didn’t make it obvious how fucking good it felt to shift his
weight,
and
the constant distraction of Alexei’s hand as it traveled in
a slow path up and down his thigh.

The heat in Mike’s face told him his blush
had deepened, and he fought to keep his breathing slow and even.

When Alexei’s hand travelled even higher on
the next pass, Mike squirmed, a small, almost pained noise escaping his throat
as the plug glanced off his prostate.

It was safe to say he was no longer fooling
anyone. Alexei kept the conversation going, and Erik played along, but even as
their guest chatted with Alexei, his eyes were on Mike. Mike was so absorbed by
what was happening to, and in, his body, it took him a while to notice what was
happening to Erik’s. When he finally pulled his head together enough to pay
proper attention to their visitor, he was struck by the high color in
Erik’s
cheeks. And the way he, too, was shifting in his seat.

In fact, he looked as turned on as Mike
felt.

Erik was probably trying to be subtle when
he adjusted himself, but Mike’s eyes were drawn to the movement of Erik’s hand.
Mike blinked, wondering if he was having some sort of strange, arousal-induced
hallucination. He
had
to be imagining just how…
much…
there was
going on down there in Erik’s pants.

He jumped, then gasped, when Alexei’s hand
tucked between his thighs and nudged up against his balls. His already
partially hard dick went rigid.

“You okay, Michael?”

Michael
.

Alexei only ever called him that when
things turned intimate. When they were having sex, or dancing around some
prelude to it, or snuggled up afterwards. When Alexei was in charge.

Mike looked at Alexei, who caught his gaze
and held it. Waiting.

It took Mike’s brain, swimming in
endorphins, a moment to recall Alexei had asked him a question. “Yes, I’m
okay.”

“Good,” Alexei said gently, squeezing
Mike’s thigh.

Mike glanced at Erik, then back at Alexei. His
heart rate doubled as he figured out where this was going. He was pretty sure
that this was turning into a threesome thing. Scratch that, he was pretty sure that
Alexei had
arranged
a threesome. With Erik. Alexei’s
ex-boyfriend.

What Mike wasn’t at all sure about was how
he felt about that.

The concept of a threesome wasn’t a new one
for them. Alexei had made such arrangements in the past, a few times. And, god
knew, Mike had loved every minute of those experiences. One particularly
memorable Valentine’s Day gift had involved visiting a sweet, slender man in
Montreal who’d had the finest bones in his wrists. And fist. And knew just what
to do with them.

Mike shuddered and glanced at Erik again,
who stared back, silent and unmoving. Mike’s eyes darted to Erik’s lap,
stalling when he saw how Erik’s thick fingers were curled over his jeans,
cupping his…

That couldn’t all be his cock. Seriously.

Arousal curled up Mike’s spine. He bit his
cheek to keep from asking Alexei’s permission to fall to his knees and crawl
between Erik’s legs. Just to look. To
see.

He racked his brain, trying to remember if
Alexei had ever mentioned Erik being particularly blessed in the dick
department. There might have been a throw-away comment here or there. But there
was also the more telling fact—one that Mike had never really considered the
significance of before—that Alexei had never let Erik fuck him.

Mike was a shameless size queen, but Alexei
most certainly was not. He liked a finger or two, sometimes even three or
Mike’s cock. But he wasn’t like Mike. He didn’t crave the stretch. The burn and
triumph of forcing his body to accept something that filled him completely, until
he could barely breathe for how good it felt.

And, well, it
was
Christmas.

Mike looked at Alexei and waited.

Alexei saw how Mike stared at him,
patiently waiting for Alexei’s word, whatever that might be.

It was moments like these that Alexei was
more keenly aware than ever that he would give Mike anything.

The sun. The moon.
Erik
.

“Michael,” he said carefully, trying to
strike the right balance between being in command and making it very clear that
Mike was the one with all the choices right now. He could see just a hint of
hesitation in Mike’s expression, and they would go no further unless whatever
concerns Mike had were put to rest. He pulled one of Mike’s hands into his lap
and pressed it to the top of his thigh, laying his own hand over it. He needed
the connection. He needed Mike to feel connected to
him
.

“I’d like to show you something.”

Mike cocked his head. “Okay.”

Alexei turned to Erik, dropping his voice
to one of pure command. He and Erik had already negotiated this thoroughly.
“Take it out.”

Erik unzipped his jeans and shoved them
down, then curled his fingers around his enormous cock, holding it up for their
inspection as he drew his fist down the considerable length and girth.

Alexei carefully kept the delight off his
face. Erik might actually be bigger than he remembered.

“Wow,” Mike whispered almost reverently.

Erik released his grip and let his cock
fall to his thigh with a thump.

Alexei rolled his eyes.
Show off
.

Mike swallowed hard, his hand clamped
painfully around Alexei’s thigh.

“Do you remember, Michael,” Alexei began
slowly, amused by Mike’s inability to look away from Erik’s lap, “the first
time I fucked you? Do you remember what you told me?”

Mike shook his head.

“I commented that I wasn’t as big as some
of your toys,” Alexei reminded him, smiling at the memory, well aware that Erik
was even larger than most of those toys, “and you said I was better because I
could move of my own volition.”

Mike nodded, smiling a little, too. “I do
remember that.”

“Erik can do that, too.”

“Move of his own volition?” Mike asked
vaguely.

“No. Of
mine
.”

Mike turned to look at him, his pupils
blown so wide his blue eyes were almost entirely black. Erik started stroking
himself again in Alexei’s peripheral vision. He could hear Erik breathing
faster.

Any sign of hesitation was lost from Mike’s
expression, subsumed by the desire Alexei could read a thousand ways in Mike’s
expression and posture. But that didn’t mean there wasn’t still room for
regret, once it was over.

He cupped Mike’s cheek. “Michael, I love
you.”

“I love you, too,” Mike said immediately.

Alexei smiled and ran his thumb along
Mike’s cheekbone. Alexei wondered if decades from now, he’d stop wondering how
he got so fucking lucky. “And I know that my history with Erik is probably on
your mind.” Mike nodded once. “So, Erik will not touch me. And I won’t touch
him, unless it’s to help him fuck you properly. Just the way you want.”

Mike’s lips parted and he sucked in a huge
breath, but his gaze remained fixed on Alexei as he nodded.

Erik sat forward, eagerly, but Alexei
lifted a hand to still him and continued to study Mike. He and Mike both knew
that wasn’t enough.

Mike pressed his cheek into Alexei’s palm
and smile. “Yes,” he said in a clear, calm voice.

Any remaining tension bled from Alexei’s
shoulders.

Alexei turned to Erik and lifted one
eyebrow. “Strip.”

Erik stood and yanked at his clothes, baring
himself within seconds. Mike’s grip on Alexei’s thigh didn’t loosen one iota as
Erik’s lean, long limbs came into view. Somehow all that whipcord strength only
seemed to emphasize the length and breadth of his cock, making it incongruous.
Anyone looking at Erik would expect him to be long and thin all over, but he
was most decidedly
not
.

His cock hung between his legs, too heavy
to lift like a lot of guys’ would when fully erect. He was cut, the thick, pink
head exposed and remarkably tempting. Alexei wouldn’t be the one to indulge in
that temptation, though.

He shoved the coffee table to the side with
his foot, clearing a path between the couch and Erik. Erik didn’t move, though.
He knew better. The look he sent Alexei reminded him of how hard he’d chafed against
Alexei’s desire to be in charge when they were together. Back then, Erik had
agreed to it, freely—just as he had tonight—but he’d never really settled into
it.

Alexei wondered how he hadn’t seen that at
the time as clearly as he did now. He’d thought it was normal. Now, he looked
at how Mike held himself still, staring and obviously eager, but waiting for
Alexei to say or do something. To tell him what to do. And looking so fucking
content with it.

Alexei would give him anything he wanted. To
a degree he found almost frightening—until moments like this that reminded him
they were perfect for each other, and he was the luckiest son of a bitch ever.

He touched Mike’s cheek, bringing his face
around to look at Alexei, and kissed him. In that instant, Erik was gone. His
giant cock was forgotten. It was only them. Mike shifted, leaning closer and
groaning as their tongue tangled and the plug in his ass no doubt shifted in
interesting ways.

Mike’s breathing sped up, his grip on
Alexei’s leg bruising.

Alexei pulled back. “You can touch him, if
you want,” he said to Mike.

Mike immediately slid to his knees, then
paused to look back at Alexei.

“Yes, your mouth, too.”

Erik shifted, swaying on his feet slightly
before settling with his feet planted further apart, as if bracing for a hit.
Alexei almost laughed. Erik had no fucking idea.

Mike crawled to Erik, stopping just a few
inches away to stare at Erik’s cock and licking his lips in contemplation.

Erik looked at Alexei, his eyes pleading,
but Alexei shook his head once. If Mike wanted to stare for an hour, he could.
It was his time to play.

Erik was so busy shooting daggers at
Alexei, he jumped when a hand wrapped about his thick shaft and tugged
experimentally.

Alexei smirked at how both Erik and Mike’s
eyes widened comically.

Mike looked up at Erik. “Dude, you’re
huge.”

Erik smiled. “Yes,” he said without a whiff
of self-consciousness or humility.

Alexei rolled his eyes again. Erik could be
insufferably arrogant, even if in this case, he had cause. He wasn’t fooling
Alexei with his nonchalant response, though. Alexei could see how Erik’s jaw
flexed, his hands digging into the upholstery. Erik was wound tighter than a
spring.

He wasn’t the only one, either. Alexei
decided to take a little mercy on them all. His own cock was aching in his
jeans from being mildly turned on all through dinner, and fully erect since
Mike fell to his knees. He could only imagine how Mike’s cock must feel.

“Michael,” Alexei said in a smooth voice.

Mike looked at him over his shoulder, his
eyes bright and his lips wet from licking them. Now Alexei slid to his knees,
inexorably drawn to Mike. He knee-walked closer, until he could thread his
knees between Mike’s and wrap his hands around Mike’s hips. Then he sat back on
his heels and drew Mike onto his lap.

Mike gasped and ground against Alexei, his
chin tipped up and mouth open as he jammed the plug into himself and worked it
there.

“Do you want to taste him?” he murmured
into Mike’s ear.

Beyond words, Mike nodded quickly and
Alexei shot Erik a stern look. “Feed him your cock.” When Erik grabbed his dick
and leaned forward, Alexei stilled him with one hand on his thigh. “Just the
tip.”

Erik brushed the head of his cock against
Mike’s lips and Mike’s tongue came out, as if to receive the unholiest of
communions. It curled around the shiny, dark-pink skin, tracing the crown
gently before pulling it into his mouth.