Page 107 of Static/Cling

Leif fumbled his own jeans open and dug out his cock, reaching up with his other hand to find Bjorn’s. Their fingersclasped somewhere around Kassian’s navel as Leif stroked his own cock, sucked Kassian’s, and hummed in pure pleasure as the tenson built.

Bjorn’s hips rocked them all to a steady, inexorable rhythm driving them all towards release.

Kassian shot first, hard, with white noise buzzing through his head, blinding and deafening him. Bjorn’s come shot between his cheeks a moment later, and finally Kassian could see again.

Leif grinned up at them, his fist flying over his cock.

“Up,” Bjorn barked.

Leif tried once, stumbled, and Kassian caught him, pulled him to his chest, then spun him, so his back, sweaty and tight, clamped against his chest.

“Stroke him,” Bjorn ordered.

“How did I ever think he was the bossy one?” Kassian wondered, still a bit dazed.

Bjorn gripped his wrist in a hard, sizzling grip and guided it to Leif’s cock.

“Yes, sir,” he muttered, but really, he wasn’t complaining. He closed his hand over Leif’s, and Bjorn flattened his palm over Leif’s chest.

Leif arched at the snap of electric bliss that skittered over his skin, and there was no need for Kassian to stroke him at all. His come spurted into Kassian’s fist in thick pulses.

In seconds. Leif was sagging against him, and Kassian wrapped an arm around his waist to keep him up.

“Bed,” Bjorn told them. “Come on.”

With Bjorn’s come dripping down his legs and Leif’s all over his hand and wrist, Kassian would have liked to go clean up, but Bjorn’s hand on his back didn’t offer him the option. His touch was warm, rough where some of his burns had left angry skin, and strong. Notably, it was also completely devoid of static electricity.

Leif all but collapsed onto the bed, and Kassian had to manhandle him into the middle to give himself enough room to also lie down.

“Be right back.” Bjorn kissed them both on the forehead and hurried back to the bathroom.

Kassian watched him go.

“Nice view, isn’t it?”

Kassian grunted. His words were lost somewhere behind his meat-head’s gloating.

“You’re not wrong.” Leif yawned. “About me using him.”

“It was a guess.” Kassian turned his attention back to his smaller lover. “I have no idea what for.”

“Clarity.” He rolled and draped a leg over Kassian’s, resting his head on Kassian’s shoulder. “He’s so quiet in his head. The static is all in his body. Mine.” He tapped the side of his skull. “All in here. And being around him, and you, sometimes, like now, it’s peaceful.”

“And yet you shy away from it when it’s the most soothing.”

Leif rolled back onto his back. “He has way better control over what he can do that he thinks. Way better than me.”

Kassian traced the line of muscle along Leif’s arm. “What can you do?”.

“I know I have powers. Some kind of powers, anyway. I’ve never been able to use them. Not like my people.”

“Your people?”

“Family. They can read minds, a lot of them.”

Kassin’s eyebrows went up. “Really?”

“They keep it well hidden. Wouldn’t want any of their marks to catch on to what they’re doing. They could be out in the world looking for people who want to hurt other people, and instead, they’re the ones doing harm.”

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