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smiled warmly, fingers still playing across his abs.
“I’m sorry to be a bother.” He was sorry to have to be one.
“Stop that. You’re not a bother. You’re never a bother, okay?” Tork kissed him hard.
“He’s right.” Joe joined them, sitting on the other side of him. “You aren’t a burden or
any of that shit.”
“I feel like a waste.” Like he was not only just taking up space, but stealing time from
everyone, time when they could have been fucking or out drinking or doing a thousand other
things.
Joe growled. Loudly. “You are not a waste. I don’t ever fucking want to hear you say
something like that again.”
Tork nodded. “Joe’s right. No matter what happens, you’re important to us.”
“I know. I know. I just... I want to be done.” He was tired of hurting. And being tired.
“You’ll be done before you know it and then you’ll be back to your old self, running
rings around the rest of us.” Tork squeezed him tight.
Damon nodded, but he knew better. There was no way he was ever going to feel normal
again. Never.
“Stop that.” Joe demanded, and suddenly, the man was kissing him, hard and desperate.
His eyes flew open and he jerked, rubbing against Joe, even though he wasn’t hard at all.
Just touching felt so fucking right, though. And necessary, kind of like breathing. Joe’s hand slid
behind his ass, encouraging his movements, the kiss going on and on.
He melted into his lovers and when Erik’s soft moan joined them, it was perfect. Okay,
almost perfect. He wasn’t going to come or get hard, but to be in the middle of the three of them
as they writhed together was this close to perfect.
Joe’s lips left his to be replaced by Erik’s, then by Tork’s.
He’d been so scared that he wasn’t a sexual being anymore. That he never would be
again. They made him feel sexual, though. They were making this about him, he was the center
of their lovemaking. He reached out, touching them randomly, soaring. They felt like heaven.
He knew their cocks as they rubbed against him. That was Joe, fat and solid against his
belly, Tork against his right hip, longer, not quite as thick. And even longer, against his right
thigh, was Erik’s need.
They still wanted him. Still. Even gray and bald and skinny.
Tork began pulling up a mark on his neck, Joe dropping hot kisses across his chest, as
Erik dominated his mouth. He held Erik’s gaze, and the look wasn’t pitying, wasn’t sad. Erik
was smiling.
Oh God.
Joe’s look was fierce, full of passion, love. And Tork wasn’t watching; his eyes were
closed and he was focused on feeling.
Damon wasn’t even participating, too tired to try and work to get any of them off, but
they didn’t care, they just wanted him involved, that came through loud and clear.
“Love.” He let his head fall back and Joe’s hand was there to catch it.
“Love.” Joe growled the word back at him.
“God yes.” Erik nodded hard. “Fucking A.”
“And adoration,” murmured Tork, flicking his tongue against Damon’s right nipple.
“Promise I’ll get it up again one day?”
“With us three as lovers? You won’t have a choice.” Tork gave him a warm smile.
That made him laugh, let him believe.
“Gonna come on you,” Joe told him.
“Yeah, paint you with our come.” Tork’s eyes shone.
“Then we’ll all smell like sex,” Damon noted.
“Oh yeah. Best smell in the world.” Erik grinned wickedly, rubbed harder against his
side.
“Mmm. Better than bacon,” Joe suggested.
“Oh now,” teased Tork. “Let’s not get carried away.”
They all started laughing, bodies still rubbing, writhing together. Damon had to laugh
with them. He had to. This was all so good.
It was Joe who came first, face going lax as a low, rumbling sound came out of him,
spunk spraying all over Damon’s belly.
“My Joe.” Damon nodded. “Now you, ‘rik.”
“Fuck!” Erik looked shocked as come poured out of him onto Damon’s side at the
command. Hot and sticky and so fucking good.
“Tork?” Damon said.
“All yours.” Groaning, Tork thrust a couple more times, then gave it up for him.
The smell of the three of them together was so good, so sexy and hot. The touches never
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