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"More," I hear myself whisper. I vaguely remember Paul asking for more and through the haze I wonder if I'm in the place he goes.

Jamie gives me more. Harder, lower, faster, and I'm chasing it, reaching and reaching, and I think I'm moaning nonsense now, but fuck it feel like I'm going to come apart at the seams and then Paul is there. Under me. I just barely register his presence and then there is white-hot heat and suction around my cock and I come so fucking hard, shoot forever into my boy's throat, hips snapping back and forth

'cause I just can't stop.

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I fuck Paul's mouth until I'm spent and then a cool slick finger is in my ass and I know what I need now. What we need.

"Please, Jamie. Fuck me."

Jamie presses into me and it's perfect. One slow stroke that takes him deep and over my prostate and Paul's mouth is still on me, keeping me hard. Jamie fucks me real slow, sliding in and out and brushing his hands over my ass. I can feel the sparks go from my skin to my brain.

We're like that for ages, the three of us moving slowly, coming down as much as building up, and then Paul moans around me and I open my eyes. He's got his hand on his cock and he's moving faster. He comes as I watch, and it sends me over again, without warning. Jamie stills in my ass as I shudder, then he moves, fast and hard, coming for me.

Paul licks me clean and Jamie eases out. I'm shaking, I don't think I can stand. Jamie picks me up and carries me to bed. They clean me up and hold me, tell me they love me, over and over.

"I love you, too. Thank you."

I fall asleep wrapped in my boys, smiling.

* * * *

Okay, so maybe it's a bit of an obsession, the way I've been thinking about this whole spanking thing. First time I did it to Paul I just let it slide, but after the next time, when Jamie spanked him and I watched, and then when I finally got brave enough to ask Jamie to do it to me ... I don't know. I think about it a lot now.

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We're all at home, all in bed and almost asleep. Good night kisses have been done and we're all wrapped in each other, Paul nested in my arms and Jamie wrapped around me. We're not asleep, maybe not even near it, and I gotta ask him.

"Jamie?"

"Yeah, pretty?" He sounds wide awake, so I think maybe we can talk about it without anyone getting to thinking and not being able to get back to that happy almost asleep place.

"You ever wanted to get spanked? I mean, I know you get off on the doing, just wondered if you would ever get into the receiving."

Right away I know it was the wrong thing to say. He doesn't pull away or anything, but Paul gets stiff in my arms, and not in the good way. I feel Jamie shake his head behind me.

"Not any more, pretty. Don't bottom well, if you hadn't noticed."

And yeah, I noticed. He gets off on being fucked, sucks like a demon, but it's not the same. When he's on his knees he's still in charge, when I'm in him I'm not topping him, I'm just with him. He's not in charge, exactly, he just isn't ...

under anyone's control. Ever.

I nod my head and let it go, ready to let it drop, for Paul's sake, if nothing else. My boy is still tense, and I give him a squeeze, let him know I'm not going to push it, not going to do anything to make anyone hurt over this. He relaxes a bit and I kiss his shoulder, then turn my head to kiss Jamie.

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His kiss is quick and light, sort of distracted. He's looking at the ceiling. "Asked for it once or twice," he says in a low voice.

Paul shifts in my arms. "Jamie, don't."

"Shh. 'S okay, Paul. I'm not gonna go there. Relax."

I get Paul to lean into me again, figure that it's over and whatever happened before me is done and gone and doesn't have a place in our bed.

Jamie nestles into me again and I can feel his arm wrap all the way over me to rest on Paul's hip. No one says anything for a long while, and I think Paul's even fallen asleep.

"Gent?"

"Yeah, love?"

"You can know if you want. I'll tell you."

"I know you would, Jamie. But I don't need to. Know it's not your thing, know that something hurt you. Not gonna take you back to that."

Paul sighs and rolls over, pressed into me, a hand reaching to stroke Jamie's face. "I'm still sorry."

"Wasn't you, love. You know that."

"My fault, though."

Jamie shakes his head. "Not. Wasn't then, isn't now. asn't even his fault, and Christ knows he's sorry too." He kisses the palm of Paul's hand and says, "All done and over, baby. And now we're in that good place again, everyone gets what they need. Right?"

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resolution. Which is damn kind of them, seeing as how I brought it up.

Paul rolls back to rest his back to my chest and we settle back the way we were. The way we sleep best.

Jamie lifts his hand and brushes my hair out of the way.

When he's got the back of my neck bared to him he licks me and starts to suck on my tattoo there, right under my hairline at the top of my spine.

"Why?" he asks, and I haven't got a clue what he means, so I don't answer.

"Why here, why your neck. Why is it hidden?"

"Because it's a part of me that I don't want to share with the world. A part that I needed to reinforce for myself, but not so every jerkoff could see it. It's ... it's like I needed to manifest that part of myself, make it outer, but keep it personal."

He nods against my skin, and I think he gets it. He's still sucking on it, I can feel his teeth scrape the skin. I know he's raising a mak, obliterating the tattoo. But it's going to be there when the bruise heals. He knows that, too.

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Chapter Eighteen

I walk in the door to our place and stop dead. One of my boys—and yeah, I know which one—has gone a little nuts with the fake spider webs and other Halloween shit.

"Paul?" I call out, making my way down the hall, pushing the silly stuff out of my way with just about every step. "You better be done, baby, 'cause this is getting out of hand."

"So take me in hand," he says, his voice coming from the bedroom.

I laugh. Always eager, my boy.

I walk into the bedroom, see Paul lying on his stomach watching TV. "Where's Jamie?"I slide a hand over his back and kiss his warm mouth, happy to be home.

"Mmm. He's getting something for you, be back in a minute." He pushes up into my hand, his own fingers going to my hair as he kisses me again. He's hungry, his tongue is impatient as it slides on mine.

"For me? Why?"

Paul's eyes are glittering. "Halloween. Needed something for the costumes."

I step back and look at him. He's practically writhing on the bed, twisting and turning and pretty much on his way to rubbing off. Whatever my boys have planned has Paul wound up so tight he's about to blow just thinking about it.

"Baby? Are we going out or staying in?" I'm open to both, but by the way Paul's humping the bed, starting to make helpless "need to come now" noises and everything,I'm 169

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leaning toward just staying home and fucking him senseless.

After I watch him for a bit.

An arm slinks around my waist and Jamie's there, his tongue in my ear. "Out, pretty. You're taking us out." Then his other arm comes over my shoulder and he shows off what he's got for me.

Leashes.

"Fuck, yes!" Paul fucking bucks on the bed and comes in his jeans, eyes wide.

"Oh,
very
nice, baby," Jamie purrs. He goes over to Paul and kisses him hard, fucking his mouth with his tongue.

I'm just standing there, sort of lost. Really turned on, but wondering where the hell I'm supposed to take horny identical twins on leashes. The mental image doesn't even get fully formed before I'm stripping off my pants and landing on the bed. I mean,
fuck
.

Jamie's mouth is on my cock, wet and hot and so fucking good; Paul's kissing me, his tongue sliding over my teeth and he's sucking on my lower lip. I thrust my hips a couple of times and Jamie sucks me hard, his fingers holding my hips and digging into my ass as I shoot into his throat.

"Holy shit," I gasp when Paul lets my mouth go.

"Yeah, pretty." Jamie's breathless, his pants open and riding down as Paul works his cock with his hand. Jamie arches, spraying his own shirt with come and we all sort of collapse on the bed, panting.

"Jesus. We may not live to actually go anywhere," I say, only half kidding. "Where the fuck am I supposed to take you?"

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Turns out Paul—of course—knows a place. It's a club, supposed to be pretty swank, and they tend to let just about anything go. Twins on leashes will get looks, but no one's gonna freak. Especially 'cause it's Halloween.

Can get away with just about anything on Halloween.

We all climb into the shower and I set to finding out more about what they have planned.

"Leashes? What am I supposed to clip 'em to?"

Jamie grins at me over Paul's shoulder as they rub up against each other, water and soap making them slide together real easy. "Collars."

My mind blanks for a second and I start stroking my cock, not even really realizing it. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," Paul sighs, moving faster against Jamie. "And we got you stuff to wear, too."

I blink and lean back against the wall, watching them.

Jamie hooks one of Paul's legs over his hip and eases him back so he's leaning on the other wall. I speed up my hand and watch Jamie guide his cock along Paul's ass.

"Oh God, yes, Jamie. Love me." Paul's head falls back and Jamie pushes into him.

"Fuck, so tight, baby. Ride me."

I stand there in the steam, fucking my hand as I watch my beautiful boys love each other, Jamie's hips moving fast and hard. "Christ, you two are hot," I groan, watching Paul's eyes roll up in his head as Jamie fucks him. Paul's braced on the wall as Jamie moves in him, one hand stroking his own cock.

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myself getting close. Paul opens his eyes wide and Jamie whispers, "Come for me, baby boy." Paul cries out.

I smell Paul's come, see him shoot. Jamie freezes and then grunts, pushing in hard and then he's coming too, and it's just too much. I shudder, my back arching as I thrust into my hand, cock fucking throbbing as I shoot my load.

We manage to find one another, share wet sloppy kisses, all tongue and no coordination. When we catch our breath and finish in the shower the boys tell me to go to the bedroom and get dressed, to meet them out front. They don't want me to see the full effect of their costumes until we get to the club.

I shake my head, but do as I'm told. Paul's got a box of stuff ready for me, so I dry my hair, slicking it back tight, and get dressed. Tight leather pants that I haven't worn in a year,

'cause they're
too
tight. Biker boots. A black T-shirt that's new but about two sizes too small. Can see my nipple rings and my chain through it. Black leather jacket that I usually wear when we go to the Edge. I stuff the leashes in my pocket with a shudder of anticipation and head out.

I stop at the bathroom door and bang on it. "You two almost ready?"

Jamie calls out that they need about two more minutes, get a cab to wait, so I just head down and flag one. They come out just a minute later, so they couldn't have had much to do.

They're wearing their usual jackets and black fucking tight shiny pants with combat boots, and their eyes are rimmed with black kohl. Hurt me.

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Paul gives the cabby the address and we all ignore each other on the way there. I'm so fucking hard already, and we've already come twice tonight. We get to play again and I swear it'll last all night.

We get to the club and I pay the driver, wait for my boys on the curb. I lead the way in, and Paul's right, it's a really nice place. The music is loud without being earsplitting, and it's pretty well lit, though there looks to be dark corners, which I'm thinking is going to come in real handy. There's an honest to God coat check room so we stop and hand 'em over.

I peel off my leather and take the leashes out, standing back to see my boys. They look at me, two sets of black-lined green eyes, hot and horny and waiting to see what I do. They move together, unzipping their jackets.

I think I forget to breathe for a few seconds, and I know my jaw drops open.

Neither one of them has a shirt on. Tight, black PVC pants, low on their hips. Paul with his nipple rings and chain, Jamie's tattoo fucking glowing on his back. They're
shiny
, gleaming with oil, every cut muscle standing out, nipples dark and hard, matching their clear as shit hard-ons. Around their necks they have wide black leather collars on with D rings at the front.

When I remember to breathe I clip the leashes on them and feel them shudder. The guy who took the coats is staring.

I just grin at him and lead my boys into the club.

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and there're all these tables everywhere, and a few booths.

Everyone is in some sort of costume, ranging from the typical superhero/knight/Zorro shit to people in leather and lace.

There're a couple of girls dressed as angels, with big white feathery wings and gold haloes, and another group of about five people dressed as a bunch of grapes. Pretty funny.

I walk along the edge of the dance floor, leading my twins on their leashes. People stop dancing and stare. I glance back and have to grin; Paul and Jamie are holding hands. They look unbelievable, shiny and hard and so fucking sexy. I decide we better dance, 'cause if I get them into a booth I'm not letting them out.