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  Grabbing both, he knelt behind Rook, hands going to that sweet ass. Rook pushed right back into his touch, offering himself like the sweetest slut ever. He opened the lube and slicked up his fingers, teasing Rook’s hot crack. He went from the top to the bottom of it, rubbing hard against Rook’s hole on the way. Rook’s groan was audible around Knight’s cock and it made Knight buck and moan as well.

  “Hot little fuck.” Bishop meant both of them.

  Knight’s shit-eating smile said he knew he was included.

  Rook’s ass just pushed more insistently into his touches. He could almost hear the demand for more. He pinched Rook, then pushed two fingers in, slamming them in deep. Rook’s head came off Knight’s cock, a sound like a howl coming from him. Knight’s noise was more like a wail from losing Rook’s mouth.

  “There. There, God.” Rook pressed back against him, writhing like a wild man.

  “Rookie, you’re fired,” Knight muttered, the words more than a little plaintive.

  Rook giggled and patted Knight’s cock. “I’ll be back. In a second.” Then Rook looked back over his shoulder. “Don’t stop, Bishop. Don’t.”

  “Dude, you stopped!” Knight protested.

  “I’m coming back,” Rook said, voice thick, ass pushing back and forth, Rook riding his fingers like a pro. Then he dove onto Knight’s cock again.

  Knight arched, and Bishop’s mouth went a little dry at the sight of them both together.

  Rook pushed back insistently, letting him know that he’d stopped finger-fucking. He pulled his fingers out, lubed them up again then pushed three in this time. Rook’s back arched for him, like a cat’s.

  “Needy fucker,” he groaned.

  “You have no fucking idea,” Knight said.

  Rook simply hummed around Knight’s cock, making Knight cry out and buck again. Bishop pushed in harder, giving Rook what he so clearly wanted. Rook’s ass was tight, muscles fluttering around him and drawing him in deeper.

  Rook pulled off and ordered, “More!” then swallowed Knight back down again. Knight looked like he’d been on the verge, only to be drawn back again.

  He did love a wicked tease, so he pegged Rook’s gland again. Crying out, Rook arched and came off Knight’s cock, making Knight wail.

  “Oh, God. Gonna kill me dead,” Rook muttered, rubbing his cheek on Knight’s needy erection.

  “I’m going to fucking kill you dead.” Knight rolled out from under Rook and started jacking himself again.

  Rook whimpered. “Knight! I want that.”

  Bishop leaned over Rook and slapped Knight’s hand away. “Give him your cock, Knight.”

  “Fuck you, man. Rook’s needing.”

  And this hot fucker had a temper and a half.

  “Need your cock,” Rook said. “Both of them. One each end, right?” Rook wiggled for him and opened his mouth for Knight. “Please?”

  “You’re a butthead.” Still Knight allowed Rook to cajole and tempt.

  Rook nipped softly at the tip of Knight’s cock, then licked it. Having had that mouth just the once, Bishop didn’t know how Knight was resisting. Knight moaned deep in his chest and pressed closer, giving in. Rook latched on hard. Bishop could see the hard suction in the way Rook’s cheeks hollowed as his head bobbed.

  Rook wiggled his ass, too, as if worried Bishop had forgotten about the ass he was about to ream. Jesus, like he could forget.

  He pulled his fingers all the way out, then pushed them in again, fucking Rook with them, making the lovely man dance on his fingers. Knight and Rook’s noises merged together to make a sexy and sensual song. He pushed the rubber over his cock one-handed, stroking a couple of times before moving to replace fingers with cock.

  Rook came off Knight again to cry out. “Yes! Please!”

  This time Knight didn’t even bother to complain. He just grabbed his cock and popped the tip, making himself shoot. Rook didn’t seem to mind that he had come all over his face, in fact, he was licking his lips, before diving back onto Knight’s cock to clean him up. Low moans sounded, each one accompanied by a squeeze of Rook’s ass around his cock.

  Bishop watched Knight as he fucked Rook, heat buzzing through him. Knight watched him, dark eyes staring at him as he gave Rook what the sweet slut wanted. Rook’s ass squeezed around him, tight and perfect.

  It was, hands down, the hottest thing ever.

  “More,” Rook demanded, pushing back hard.

  Knight shifted, moved in and attacked Rook’s mouth, the kiss sexy as hell to watch. Knight’s hands wrapped around Rook’s hips, pushing them harder. Oh fuck, these two were trying to kill him. It would be a hell of a way to go, though.

  Bishop slammed them together, trying to fuck Knight too, feel them both. Rook cried out, one sweet, needy sound following another. Knight was watching as he rocked Rook’s hips, looking at the kid with a light in his eyes. God, Bishop never wanted this to end.

  Knight’s hands shifted and Rook went even tighter around him, the kid’s cries getting louder.

  “Come on, Rookie. Show him what you feel like around his cock when you shoot.”

  “Fuck yes!” Rook jerked hard, then started moaning deep in his chest, that fine ass rippling around him, milking his cock.

  Knight’s arm moved faster, and he knew the man was jacking Rook hard, even if he couldn’t see it. Rook shuddered and cried out, the tightness increasing as the scent of cum filled the air.

  “Goddamn.” Bishop bit the word out and shot, filling the condom with a wild cry.

  Rook’s body continued to milk him, sending sweet aftershocks through him as he watched Knight take Rook’s mouth, their kiss sloppy and long, sexy. When the kiss was over, Rook collapsed onto the ground, Bishop’s cock sliding out of him.

  “Not bad.” Knight winked at him, one dark eyebrow arched.

  Bishop snorted. “No, not bad at all. But you’ll be able to judge properly when I do you.” He was going to make Knight ask for it, though. Such a pushy boy. A real challenge and Bishop found that exciting.

  “Maybe.” Knight chuckled, winked over at him, playful as fuck.

  “You’ll want it.” Bishop would make sure it happened.

  Rook laughed softly, and stroked his thigh. “You should give him a ride, Knight. He’s magnificent.”

  Bishop grinned down into happy blue eyes. “You’re something else, Rookie.”

  “Something good, I hope.” Rookie licked his lips, eyes smiling up at him. Beautiful flirt.

  Bishop nodded. “Something very good.”

  Knight’s head bobbed and they were in agreement on something. “He’s special.”

  Rook preened. “This is a hell of an amazing picnic we’ve had.”

  Bishop had to laugh. “At least we’re finishing it up inside instead of on the roof.”

  “There was probably rain coming.”

  Rook poked Knight in the ribs and the two of them started a tickle war, writhing and rubbing together. Bishop lay down among the pillows, watching the sexed-up action. They really were hot. When they pounced on him, he went down in a mass of naked flesh.

  He was never going to survive the rest of the day, but he couldn’t find it in him to care.

  Chapter Three

  Knight had his head down in his studio working. Last time he’d talked to Rookie, the kid was planning to see one of Bishop’s places—once he had the store open, that was. Sucked to be busy, if you were them, he guessed. He loved his own version of busy. It meant things were going well and he loved it when inspiration took him by the balls and rode him hard. Hooking up with Rookie had his juices flowing, too. His canvases were covered in big, bold colors that shouted sex and lust and fucking. It was damn sexy.

  The knocking on the door wasn’t, so he turned his music up higher and ignored it.

  He couldn’t ignore the warm fingers sliding on his skin, though, Rook’s soft laughter in his ears. “If you didn’t want me to invade anytime I wanted, you’re going to regret giving me a key.”
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  “I don’t regret it.” He lifted his face to offer Rook a kiss.

  “Yay.” Rook took his mouth, lips soft and warm as they pressed against his. Rook squeezed him, hands finding purchase on his ass.

  “Mmm.” The brush fell from his fingers, and he melted into Rook’s arms.

  Rook’s kiss deepened, tongue opening his lips and pushing in. Knight was naked, but Rook wasn’t and the texture of his soft T-shirt and rough jeans felt neat against Knight’s skin.

  “Do you always paint in the nude?” Bishop’s voice surprised him, made him stiffen.

  “Oh yeah.” Rook gave him a grin. “I met him in the hall. Is it okay if he comes in?”

  “Sure.” There was something about Bishop, something he simply didn’t get. Something that made him…mad? That wasn’t quite it, though.

  “Such enthusiasm,” murmured Bishop.

  “Ignore him,” muttered Rook. “I want your cock.” Rook slid down his body, hands rubbing all the way.

  Problem was, he couldn’t ignore Bishop. He couldn’t stop looking. Hell, he couldn’t stop watching Bish look at his work.

  Rook breathed heat on his cock, then took in the tip, sucking it like it was a straw. Then Rook slapped the very tip with his tongue.

  Knight gasped, almost losing his balance, and suddenly Bishop was there, right there, holding him up.

  “I’ve got you,” Bishop told him.

  Knight rested against Bishop’s strength, all those muscles so solid behind him as Rook took more of his cock into the hot, talented mouth.

  “Oh. Oh, God.” He’d been working for days. Days. This felt like heaven on earth.

  Bishop’s fingers moved over his belly and his ribs, slid to tease his nipples. For his part, Rook was proving yet again why Knight loved his mouth. It was so hot, the suction hard and sure.

  He sucked in deep breaths, trying to control himself, but he was so tired, so worn. And Rookie’s mouth was not asking for control. No, Rook wanted his passion, his cum, his pleasure. Humming like he was agreeing with Knight’s thoughts, Rook sent vibrations all through his penis and balls.

  “Oh, God!” Knight arched, ass rubbing against Bishop’s leg.

  “Feels like heaven when he’s sucking you, doesn’t it?” Bishop asked, like he was the expert after a single session with Rook’s mouth. He wasn’t wrong, though.

  Knight didn’t bother to answer. He just wanted the pressure to ease, to relax. Rook’s head bobbed, lips sliding on his cock. Bishop’s fingers added to the sensations, plucking at his nipples now. It was like he had wires running between them and his cock and Bishop and Rook were meeting through it.

  “Oh. Oh. Oh!” Knight cried out, head back and Bishop was right there, lips crashing down on him.

  Everything distilled down to Bishop’s mouth and fingers, and Rook’s mouth. Knight wasn’t even aware of whether he was standing on his feet or completely lying against Bishop to stay upright, and he really didn’t give a fuck. He had what he needed, right here and now.

  Rook’s fingers wrapped around his thighs, digging in and encouraging him to buck, pushing his cock deeper into Rook’s mouth. Bishop helped him do it, and he could feel that long, hard cock along his ass through Bishop’s jeans as he and Bishop bucked forward.

  “Please.” God, he needed help. “Please.”

  “Come on, Rook, stop teasing him,” Bishop ordered.

  Rook growled and that sound went straight to his balls. Rook swallowed hard, lips fastened around the base of his cock. It was a fucking revelation. No one had ever done that to him, for him, whatever. It felt amazing and just kept getting better. Knight wasn’t giving Rook up.

  He reached up, arching to wrap his arms around Bishop’s neck. The change in position seemed to send him even deeper into Rook’s throat, and it closed over his tip as Rook swallowed.

  Knight shot like a bottle rocket, his entire body clenching with sheer pleasure. Rook drank him down, each swallow pulling one sweet aftershock after another out of him.

  Fuck, that had been amazing.

  Bishop still held him, one hand heavy and hot on his hip. Rook cleaned up his cock, tongue moving on his flesh, then loving on his balls and nuzzling the skin of his crotch. Knight blinked down, suddenly so tired that he couldn’t think.

  Rook backed away and Bishop began to lower him down. Rook shook his head, though. “On the pillows.”

  Bishop picked him up in those strong arms like he weighed nothing.

  “Silly Knight,” Rook teased. “You’ve been working yourself to death.”

  He couldn’t argue with that.

  “You boys need some food, in you—both of you,” Bishop suggested.

  “Do you cook?” Rook asked.

  “A little. But even better, I know how to order the best food in town.”

  “That works for me! Knight?”

  “Food.” Knight wanted to melt with them, stay close and warm.

  Bishop grunted. “Yeah, okay. I can order some food. You guys want Chinese? Italian? Greek? Burgers?”

  Rook rubbed against Knight and shrugged. “I’m easy. What do you want, K?”

  “Greek. I like salty.”

  “Greek it is.” Bishop shifted him and moved down the apartment a little as he pulled his phone from his jeans pocket.

  Rook cuddled in with him, touching him with long, idle touches. “Hey, K. How’re you doing?”

  “Good. Good. Working. Did you see them?” Did you like them?

  “I saw! They were sexy as hell. Like on a deep level.” Rook gave him a smile. “They’re us, aren’t they? You and me and Bishop all wrapped up in dark passion.”

  “They’re us. My head hurts, Rookie.” And he wasn’t going to make it to food, he didn’t think. He was warm and comfortable. He didn’t want to worry about being awake.

  Rook’s hand went to his forehead, clever fingers rubbing across his temples, then dragging back over his scalp. “Why don’t you close your eyes until the food comes? I’m betting you haven’t slept or eaten in days and your body is pretty pissed off at you.”

  “Uh-huh. Love you, Rookie.” Knight sighed the words, then he was dreaming, soaring.

  Knight loved him.

  Whoa. Just whoa.

  Rook looked up at Bishop and grinned. “Did you hear that?”

  “I did.” Bishop crouched next to him, watching him and Knight both. “Do you love him back?”

  Rook didn’t really have to think about it, his head nodding automatically. That made him catch his breath and he tilted his head and really thought about it. Did he love Knight? Yeah, yeah, he did. It was more than just amazing sex—which it totally was. It was…yeah, love. “I do.”

  “Maybe I ought to leave, huh? Sounds like you two have things to discuss.”

  Rook again nodded without thinking. “Not that we wouldn’t have a blast if you stayed, but…” He shrugged. “We need to say it again and fuck, then do them both over again.” Maybe even eat at some point.

  “Yeah.” Bishop looked at them both, then gave him a smile. “See you around, kid.”

  “I’m sure you’ll have to chase us off the roof again soon.” Rook laughed and touched Bishop’s thigh, the muscle there impressive, making him want to lick. “Don’t be a stranger.”

  Just because he and Knight loved each other, didn’t mean they couldn’t play together with the hot landlord, right? He guessed that would be something they had to talk about.

  “Yeah.” Bishop headed out without another word, without another look, and Rook got the feeling that he’d just lost something important.

  He watched the door for a long moment, then shook himself and cuddled into Knight, sharing body heat.

  He’d wait to get undressed until their food had come, then if Knight hadn’t woken up, he’d simply strip and cuddle. It wasn’t like the food wouldn’t keep. Nuzzling in, he licked at Knight’s skin, taking a taste of the first guy he’d ever said I love you to and meant it. Well, except for the part where he hadn’t
actually said it yet.

  He would, though. He totally would. In fact, he wanted to wake Knight up, just so he could tell him. That would be mean, though. God knew when the last time Knight had actually slept was. Nothing like a little interruption and a good orgasm to make a man comatose.

  Rook giggled softly and whispered, “I love you too, Knight.” He really did. Really.

  Wow.

  Chapter Four

  Knight ordered another cup of coffee, sketching as he cooled his heels. He’d met with his agent and he was waiting for Rook to be done at the store. God, that coffee was good.

  He glanced up as the bell over the door rang, but instead of it being Rookie, it was Bishop, the big stud looking good in a tight T-shirt and a pair of jeans. Good enough to eat. Knight smiled, even though he tried not to. Knight liked the big guy, even though he was a pushy bastard.

  Bishop looked surprised, but smiled back and headed over in his direction. “Hey. I haven’t seen you guys on my roof lately.”

  “I’ve been working my ass off and Rookie’s prepping for his grand opening. Have a sit?”

  “Sure.” Bishop sat, not even going to get coffee first. “So he really does have a sex shop, hmm?” Bishop chuckled. “He’s all about the sex, isn’t he?”

  “One hundred percent. He’s the happiest guy I’ve ever met.” Totally unlike Knight himself.

  “Yeah, I kind of got that impression. He’s pretty happy with you too.”

  Knight shrugged. Rook loved him, warts and moods and all. It was pretty fucking spectacular, actually. “I can be a bitch,” Knight admitted. “He copes with it.”

  “I’ve noticed on both accounts.” Bishop gave him a sly smile. “I know how to deal with bitchiness myself.”

  “Yeah? You have a lot of them hanging around?”

  “Nope. I just know what pushy boys like you need, especially when you get ornery.” Bishop leaned in, gaze locking onto him.

  “Boys?” His cock lifted, filled fast and hard. They’d talked about it—him and Rook—about adding Bishop in with them, about playing.