“And we love that.” Silas stole a kiss as his hands worked that leather around the base of Jamie’s cock. “You’re beautiful bound up like this, baby boy.”

  Jamie whimpered for them, and Bran reached around to feel the leather bisecting Jamie’s most sensitive skin. He hummed happily.

  Jamie gasped and shook his head. “Damn…”

  “It’s an interesting feeling, isn’t it?” He continued to explore, to play his fingers over skin and leather, teasing both Jamie and himself.

  “Uh-huh…” Jamie spread and arched, whimpering softly.

  Silas’s hand joined his, their fingers bumping and tangling, the two of them together in this as in everything.

  Bran bent and kissed Jamie’s neck as Silas pressed his and Jamie’s lips together again. Bran worked Jamie’s skin with his tongue as he imagined Silas working Jamie’s mouth.

  Bran was in heaven, and he couldn’t wait to sink into that sweet hole.

  Slicking his fingers up some more, he slid all three in, just to make sure Jamie was really ready. No pain for their boy’s first time on his cock.

  “Feels so good,” Jamie whispered as he rode Bran’s fingers.

  “Gonna be even better when it’s my cock.” Solid. Hot. And all for Jamie.

  “Yeah. I want to feel you. All of you.”

  He kissed the back of Jamie’s neck and tugged his fingers out again. “I think you’re ready.” He reached up for a condom.

  “I think he’s ready too, love. He needs you.”

  “I’m right here, Jamie. I’ve got you.” He rolled the condom down his prick and added a bunch of slick. Then he lined up with Jamie’s hole and pressed against it.

  Jamie gasped, his head rolling on his neck as the tip popped in.

  He pressed a kiss against Jamie’s shoulder as he stilled. “I’ve got you, boy. And we’re going to take as long as we need to.” Even if it was killing him not to move.

  “You’re big,” their boy whispered. “I’m so full of you.”

  “And you’re so tight, hot all around me. You hold me like a glove.” He ran his tongue around the shell of Jamie’s ear, feeling the resulting shiver all around his cock.

  “So sensitive,” he whispered, and Jamie nodded.

  “You’re both beautiful,” Silas said, moving beneath them, rolling Jamie up into him which pushed his prick in a little bit farther.

  That earned him a happy little moan. He took that as an indication that Jamie was ready for more. Thank goodness because it was killing him not to keep moving.

  Taking a breath, reminding himself to keep going slowly, he pushed gently with his hips.

  “Oh. Oh, guys…” Jamie shivered, hips shifting side to side. “So good.”

  He met Silas’s gaze and they shared a smile. Their boy was a natural, a sensual, needy wonder.

  “Just going to get better,” he promised as he worked his way in a little deeper. Then he pulled almost out before moving back in an inch or two. He was going to take this as slow as he needed to.

  Even if it threatened to make him lose his mind.

  Silas shifted below them, eyes crossing as he rubbed up against Jamie. Someone else was losing their mind at the slow pace. Holding back his chuckle, he pushed in a little deeper, Jamie’s body seeming to grab at him and suck him in even more.

  Groaning, he made himself still again.

  “More, dammit.” That wasn’t Jamie.

  “Patience, lover.” He tugged most of the way out again, then slid forward, fucking Jamie nice and slow.

  Silas pinched one of Jamie’s nipples, and he squeezed Bran’s cock.

  “Mmm. Do that again, lover.” He pushed a little deeper and groaned when Silas did it again, Jamie tightening around him. “Fuck, that’s perfect.”

  “More than,” Jamie admitted.

  He kissed the back of Jamie’s neck again, then started moving more consistently. He kept it careful, gentle, but he pushed in deeper, then drew back without pausing.

  Silas nodded. “Just like that, love. He’s feeling you.”

  Jamie wasn’t the only one. He was feeling it, too. Like being buried in hot, silky heaven. He continued moving, continued sliding into the best place in the world.

  “Don’t stop…” Jamie rolled his head and moaned. “Please. You… I’m full of you.”

  “Not stopping.” He would have if Jamie had asked; this was the boy’s first time on his cock, and he needed it to be good. But doing so would have taken everything in him. Thank the gods he didn’t have to. “Gonna just keep doing this.” And if he had his way, never have to stop, though he knew that was impossible. This kind of pleasure couldn’t be sustained.

  “So beautiful. You both make me so hard.” Silas writhed under Jamie.

  He slid his fingers along Silas’s side, giving his lover more sensation and whispered into their boy’s ear. “Is he hard, Jamie? Does watching us make him need?”

  “Uh. Uh-huh.” Jamie began to meet his thrusts.

  “Watching us and you rubbing up against him both.” He moved a little faster, giving Jamie more now that he had their boy’s participation, telling him Jamie was ready.

  Jamie took him, body tight but yielding at once.

  All of a sudden, Jamie took an intake of breath and tightened around him, Silas grinning like a monkey. Oh, his lover was touching Jamie where he couldn’t see. Good deal.

  He moved faster, his own orgasm sitting right in the base of his spine, just waiting.

  Their boy was bound, orgasm held back, and Silas was driving him mad. There were near constant moans, and the tightness around his cock fluttered and increased as they pushed Jamie together.

  Bran bit his lower lip, distracting himself a tiny bit because he wasn’t ready yet to come and have it be over.

  He wanted it to last for days. He knew it wasn’t the last time they’d make love, but it was the only time it would be Jamie’s first time with him. He kissed Jamie’s nape, let his tongue drag over the warm skin and loving the little shiver that drew out.

  “Pretty baby…” Silas whispered. “Our sweet boy.”

  He smiled down at Silas and nodded. Jamie was theirs, no question.

  He knew it—he should always listen to his Silas.

  Thrusting faster, he shifted slightly, looking to find Jamie’s gland.

  “Oh god…” Jamie gasped, his head tossing. “Please.”

  Bingo!

  Now that he’d found it, he kept hitting that spot. He was going to drive Jamie crazy with pleasure.

  “I can’t…”

  “Mmm… just feel, baby boy. Just feel and breathe.”

  Jamie didn’t need to do anything but fly for them.

  Closing his eyes, he sank into the sensations, into the feel of Jamie beneath him and around him, tight and silky. He felt his balls draw up, the need to shoot growing.

  “So good. Close, Silas,” he warned.

  “Undo him.” He would let Jamie’s orgasm pull his own out of him.

  “Oh, yes. Please. Please.” Jamie sounded desperate.

  He nodded, and he swore he could hear the sound of the snap undoing as Silas freed Jamie’s prick.

  “Come for me now, boy,” he ordered.

  “Do as Daddy says, pretty. Like our good boy.”

  Jamie cried out, shooting all over Silas, ass squeezing tightly around his cock. He let go, his own cry echoing Jamie’s.

  He let himself spin, let his world tumble on itself, and collapsed, trusting Silas to hold them all.

  To his surprise, Jamie held him up, braced and rocked under him. Their boy was strong.

  Silas groaned and met Jamie’s movements. “Oh, fuck. Yes.”

  Jamie chuckled, the sound husky and raw. “Mmhmm.”

  Silas grabbed hold of Jamie’s ass and helped out, his prick no doubt rubbing up against Jamie’s silky skin. “So good, baby boy. Feels so damn good.”

  Bran’s own prick was trying to stay hard, still buried inside Jamie’s body, the hot hole squeezing him with every roll of his hips.

  This was wild, simply the most erotic moment in a wonderful life.

  He slid a hand between their bodies, touching Silas’s prick, sliding up to pinch his cockhead.

  “Bran!” Mmm… Silas liked that.

  “Yeah, baby?” he asked, lazy pleasure dancing in the words. He did it again.

  “Don’t stop. Fuck, you two are hot as hell.”

  “Us two? I think it’s you two.” He gave Silas a wink. Then he rubbed his thumb into Silas’s slit, knowing how much Silas loved that.

  “He’s beautiful,” Jamie whispered, then kissed Silas hard.

  “Jamie’s right.” He alternated pinching with rubbing, tugging on Silas’s cock. He could see the flush of need climbing Silas’s body, recognized the signs of the coming orgasm.

  Jamie wasn’t passive in this, loving on Silas, touching and kissing. It was lovely to see, to know that their boy was so generous with himself.

  “Come for us, Silas. Let us see your pleasure.”

  Silas nodded, working for it, his head tossing.

  “Bite his lower lip.” He whispered the words into Jamie’s ear, knowing that was one of his lover’s hot spots.

  Jamie moaned, then nibbled on Silas’s ear, making him moan.

  “His lower lip, boy, bite his lower lip.”

  “Sorry. Sorry, I can do that.” Jamie nipped that sweet bottom lip and Silas cried out.

  He squeezed Silas’s cock, hard.

  Silas came, his entire body jerking hard.

  Bran moaned. His lover was breathtaking in pleasure. Well, Silas looked amazing all the time, but right now, he was especially gorgeous.

  “So fine…” Jamie moaned. “You’re lovely.”

  “You both are. I am a lucky, lucky man.” Bran kissed the back of Jamie’s neck and moved his hand to the base of his own cock, holding the condom in place as he carefully eased out of Jamie’s body.

  Jamie groaned, finally coming to rest on Silas.

  Bran placed a last kiss on Jamie’s neck, stroked Silas’s side, then he got up to get a warm cloth and get everyone cleaned up. Maybe a bit of cream for Jamie’s hole—just to make sure he didn’t chafe.

  When he got back from the bathroom, his lovers were both asleep. He stood there for a long moment, taking a mental picture of this. Then he set to taking care of Silas and Jamie both.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Jamie spent two weeks working, writing, and being steadily seduced by Silas and Bran.

  They were relentless, and it felt good to be cared for. Wanted.

  It felt good to be their focus, maybe a little dangerous, too.

  They hadn’t brought up his past at all. Once he’d told them, they’d just let it drop, like the fact that he’d been famous wasn’t important. Wasn’t why they wanted him.

  And it wasn’t a turn off either. It was just a win-win.

  The front door of Silas and Bran’s house opened and closed again, a cheery whistle sounding, heading in the direction of the kitchen. That sounded like Silas.

  He still felt a bit like an intruder here, but he had moved almost all his things into the little room. It was still bigger than his closet at the house.

  “Jamie? Bran? Anyone home?” Silas called out.

  “I’m here,” he called out. “At my—the—desk.”

  Silas appeared in the doorway. “You were right the first time, boy. It’s your desk. Are you in a place to take a break long enough to give me a kiss?”

  “I am. I was just checking emails.” He’d worked his shift, come back, showered, even napped for half an hour.

  “Yay.” Silas gave him a grin, but he could see in Silas’s eyes that he was happy to be able to be here with him. Silas wrapped those strong arms around him and brought their mouths together.

  He sighed and opened up, both of them making a sweet sound.

  “I do love coming home to you,” Silas murmured as their lips parted.

  “It’s amazing to be here.” Even though he was still worried that he was taking advantage.

  “Bran and I are very glad you think so.” Silas kissed the tip of his nose. “You wanna help me get dinner ready?”

  “I’d love to.” It was better than trying to get words that didn’t want to come.

  “Excellent. I want to put something we made and yummy on the table when Bran gets home.” Silas looped arms with him and walked with him to the big kitchen.

  “I’m not a great cook, but I am excellent at following directions, you know?”

  “That’s perfect. I mean all a recipe is, is following directions, right?” Silas grinned and worked his phone one-handed. “What sounds fun and exotic?”

  “Uh—enchiladas?” He loved Mexican food.

  “I’m not sure that qualifies as exotic, but it should be super tasty and I think we’ll have most if not all the ingredients. Silas found a recipe. “I’ll call out the ingredients—you can pull them out. We’ll start with the tortillas.”

  They worked together, and it was easy, but more importantly, it was fun. They sang together, fed each other nibbles of cooked ground meat and cheese. The smells were amazing, and he couldn’t believe it would be anything but delicious.

  “You want to grab the candles from the living room and bring them to the kitchen? We’ll get something lovely and romantic set up to go with our meal.”

  “Oh, that’s a neat idea. I love eating like it matters.”

  “Feeding each other always matters, you know?” Silas started pulling plates from the cupboards.

  “Yeah, well, I used to only feed myself.”

  “I know.” Silas came over and pulled him into a hug. “You don’t have to do that anymore.”

  “No? You’re sure you’re okay with me?”

  “We want you here with us, Jamie.” Silas looked him in the eye. “I want you here and I know Bran does, too. Can you feel how right it feels to be here with us? To be ours?”

  “I’ve never felt like this before.” He didn’t know what that meant, exactly—theirs.

  “No, I’m guessing you haven’t. But that’s part of what makes it a good thing.” Silas rubbed his arms, the touch gentle and reassuring. “I mean, from what I understand, your childhood and early teen years were not exactly rosy, so if you’d felt this feeling before, it might not be a good thing. You know?”

  “Yeah. It was—I was unhappy. I don’t love the limelight.”

  “Then I’m glad you’re out of it. For your sake. And selfishly, for ours. Who knows if we would have even met if you were still an actor, still in the limelight?”

  “No. I only worked and hid from the fans.” He’d loved acting, but he’d hated celebrity.

  “Then I believe, selfishly, that it worked out for the best. Although it might have been nice if you’d wound up with some of the money that you worked so hard for.” Silas went back to setting the table for three.

  “Yeah. I mean, it was worth it, to be able to try and disappear.”

  “Yeah? It’s nice to be real to someone, though, eh? Or should I say two someones.”

  Two someones that had… toppy tendencies. “It is.”

  Silas gave him another kiss. They were like drugs, leaving him reeling. “Now go get those candles, eh? Bran’s going to be home any minute.”

  “Of course. Do you think he sold anything today?” He arranged the table with cloth napkins and lit candles.

  “Maybe. Probably.” Silas shrugged. “Even if he didn’t sell anything, I’m sure he’s been schmoozing, and he’ll need to decompress.”

  “How was your studio day? Did you have a good one? Productive?”

  “It was! Being in love makes for great inspiration.”

  His cheeks heated. Hopefully Silas meant him too.

  “Well, this looks great. All we need now is Bran. Whatever shall we do while we wait…” Silas looked like he had an idea or two about that.

  “Dance? Play cribbage?”

  “My idea involves more tongue,” Silas admitted.

  James started chuckling, Silas tickling the hell out of him.

  Silas grinned and kissed him. “Laughing kisses are the best,” Silas noted as he ended the kiss.

  James stepped in close, begging another of those heady kisses. Silas’s arms slid around him and their mouths came together again. This time the kiss was long and lingering, Silas tugging him close so their bodies rubbed.

  He hummed, his entire body responding.

  Silas’s hands slid to his ass, cupping and squeezing, rocking him up against the solid body as the kisses went even deeper.

  His cock began to fill, and he whimpered, just loving it. Silas swallowed his sound, and gave him back a moan, the sound vibrating against his lips.

  He gasped, and he had to stroke up along Silas’s arms.

  “Oh, damn. This is the best sight to come home to.” Bran’s heat warmed his back, and then the big body pressed up against him.

  His knees went weak. He loved this, being sandwiched between them.

  Silas moaned into his mouth again, tongue tangling with his as Bran dropped sweet kisses along the back of his neck.

  He tried to remember that they were supposed to eat, but it was tough. He had the strength of them surrounding him, their heat, and the hardness of their cocks, in front and in back, rubbing and making him need.

  “Mmm… we cooked.” There. Go him.

  Bran nodded, nose sliding against his skin. “I can smell.”

  “We should eat,” Silas added.

  The heady kisses continued, none of them making a move to break apart.

  “If we eat, then we can have a shower,” Bran suggested.

  “And anticipation will not only make the food taste better, but it’ll make what comes after better, too.” Silas nodded and pressed another hard kiss on him. This one was quick, though, then both Bran and Silas stepped away from him, hands sliding on his body as they parted.

  His cock was hard and aching in his jeans, pushing against his zipper, and making him desperate.

  “Do you need some help?” Silas asked, hand sliding to cup him through his jeans. “A cock ring could make supper easier for you.”

  “Wh-what?” His eyes went wide, and his cock jerked, leaving a wet spot on his jeans.

  “You’re needing pretty hard,” Silas noted. “And you’re not allowed to come before we’re all in the shower after supper.”