Page 12 of Desiderium
Colesmirks up at my insatiable groaning but thankfully doesn’t stop massaging my foot. Instead, he chooses to enhance it, leaning down and placing a chaste kiss on my big toe. For a half a second, I worry about the smell that must be radiating off my poor overworked feet, but that goes right out the window when he presses hard on my arch.
“Fuck me, that’s good.”
He finishes up with the same care on my other foot before he silently stands, grasps my chin and takes my mouth with his. It’s a feverishly fast sort of kiss. Hungry and aching. But before I can press him for more, he releases my lips, boops my nose and walks over to the kitchen to help Jax. I can’t help but pout at the abrupt stop but it’s no use. I’m too tired to do anything anyways.
At the same time as I pull the handle to lift my feet, lightning strikes just outside the window. The following thunder shakes the house and echoes furiously as if the storm is mad it didn’t reach us in time. I practically leap out of the chair and almost piss myself in fright as the guys mutter various profanities at its proximity to us.
“Holy fuck, wejustmissed that!” Hawk says, pointing to the window as he walks up to it, presumably looking around for the storm’s next target. The skies open up just as he reaches it, covering the window pane in heavy streaks from the deluge.
“Well then, looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a bit.” Cole rubs his jaw as he looks around the room before landing on the wood burning stove. “Might as well go ahead and get a fire going.” Leaving the kitchen and his previoussearch for supplies, he walks over to where the stove is and peeks around it. “No firewood over here. Anyone see anything worth burning?”
We each look around and notice there’s not much out in the open. I, refusing to leave the chair my ass has lovingly adopted, end up finding an old T.V. Guide from the 1980’s wedged in the cushion—no one’s going to miss that—while Jax lucks out and finds a few pieces of chopped wood near another entrance at the back of the house. Cole takes it all and, in no time, we have a nice little fire in the stove warming the entire house.
“Perfect, let’s see about some chow then.” Jax nods at the heat radiating out of the stove before turning back into the kitchen. He unhooks a cast iron skillet from his pack, setting it on the counter, before continuing to rummage through whatever remnants might still be in the cupboards. I guess he wants to save our food for when wearen’tsquatting in someone’s abandoned house.
“Ah, there we go,” Jax announces as he lifts his arm triumphantly and shows off a can of Spam. I’m not as enthusiastic as he seems to be but Jax has been known to whip up gourmet delicacies with nothing but a hope and a prayer. So, who knows, this might actually surprise me and taste delicious. He continues to forage around, peaking in and out of various cupboards, the doors shutting softly before he moves to the next one in search of what I can only presume would be sides to go with our 5-star Spammy concoction.
“I’m gonna go help him.” Hawk kisses my cheek before walking the few steps it takes to get from the livingroom area to the kitchen. He dives down, pressing his entire body into the cupboards along the floor to search for something to contribute. Unfortunately, he just gets annoyed shakes of the head from Jax when he lifts up cans of creamed corn as well as bottles of holiday ‘soda.’ I guess they’re supposed to taste like various Thanksgiving dishes. While the cranberry one sounds interesting, I’d rather not find out what the green bean casserole one tastes like. Certainly not like green bean casserole and even if so, gag. To each their own, though.
Cole remains seated by the fire, relaxing and basking in the glow. He sees me staring in his direction and beckons me closer, patting the floor next to him. I look down to the inviting comfort the recliner is currently offering but, in the end, it’s no contest—I’d rather snuggle up to Cole any day. I groan and ungracefully stand on tired legs before I walk over to the woodburning stove, taking a seat next to Cole.
The combined sounds of the wood crackling, the pattering of rain outside, the warmth from Cole’s heated flesh, as well as the fire’s glow relax my tired bones. Before I know it, my eyes start to drift shut of their own accord. I didn’t realize how exhausted I was until just now and decide to take advantage of Cole’s closeness, resting my head on his shoulder. But before I get too comfortable and end up with a cricked neck, he pulls me onto his lap and fully into his embrace.
“I’m so proud of you, gorgeous. You did such a good job today. Go ahead and rest. We’ve got you.” Sitting crisscross apple sauce, he situates my legs so they're dangling over one of his while my head rests on one of hispectoral muscles. His arms wrap around me, holding me securely, as we begin to rock slowly back and forth in front of the dancing flames. Between the soft contours of his chest and arms, I’m gifted the welcome reprieve I didn’t know I needed and within seconds, I’m out.
Chapter Seven
Hawk
“What about this?” I raise my hand, shaking a bottle of brown stuff with the worst name ever. “Whore-chester-sir sauce? Wash-your-sister sauce? Whooo-shah-shah sauce? What-the-fuck ever. Do you want this brown shit?” I point to the bottle in question.
Jax takes a look back over his shoulder and laughs to himself, and probably at me if we’re being completely honest here. “Worcestershire sauce, numb nuts, and no thank you. Put it back.” He nods to the cupboard I took it out of and continues to dump the contents of the one he’s working on. So far, he’s managed to find Spam, potato flakes, and a dried gravy packet. Nothing too impressive yet, but food is food. I’ll take what I can get. And, whatever Jax whips up, I know it will be delicious. He never disappoints when it comes to meal prep.
And at least we can be happy it’s going to be good, old-fashioned, normal food instead of thehamburgers-in-a-canhe found earlier... Fucking disgusting. Given the current state of affairs, I’d eat it if I needed to—definitely have eaten other comparable gross shit in my life—but would it be myfirst choice? Would I be happy about it? Nope and nope. Double-nopes...full stop.
Some things should simply not exist.
I stand and lift my arms over my head, stretching my back a bit before I look over to the living room area. The farmhouse has about the same floor plan as the bug-out-bungalow we’ve been holding out in, but on a much grander scale. Plus, there’s an upstairs where I’m almost positive there’s at least one bedroom. I’m not sure how long we’ll be staying here, but looking at the rain pouring down outside, I don’t think we’ll be leaving any time soon. That’s ok, though. We have a roof over our heads, some food available, a fire roaring, and our beautiful woman snuggled up to Cole. What else could we ask for?
Just looking at the two of them brings a smile to my face. Before meeting Aly, I never would have thought I would be sharing the love of my life with my best friends. But to be honest, after everything we’ve been through, I don’t think I can picture it any other way. Surprisingly, everything’s worked out pretty well. No one’s fought and I think it’s brought us all closer. Both mentally and physically. Especially physically.
Being in a relationship involving three guys and one woman, the sexual configurations tend to get rather interesting. Now, I’ve never been shy in the locker room, or anywhere really, but it’s different when you have your dick within mere centimeters of another. Sometimes even touching. Sometimes even touching on purpose….
Dick wielding sword fights were never really on my radar for major events in my future but here we are competing in erotic fencing competitions nearly every day and/or night.
I will admit, there was a time, when this all first started, where I was confused. Beyond confused. I questioned everything I knew about myself. Or at least, what IthoughtI knew.
I mean... I’m straight. Always have been. At least I think I am. Never really thought otherwise. There’s nothing like a woman’s body to putmymind and body into a higher gear. But if that’s the case, why does messing around with Cole get me so amped up?
I think it has more to do with Aly’s presence rather than Cole’s, to be honest. I can’t see myself fucking around with Cole, you know... just the two of us. But for Aly... I think I’d do just about anything she asked me to. The look on her face when I push past my limits, trying something that blurs the lines just a little further, is worth every bit of second guessing. I swear she brings herself right to the edge of ecstasy just by watching Cole and me act out her fantasies. And, in turn, watching her bring herself to the edge, bringsmeimmeasurable pleasure. It’s a perpetual cycle of debauchery and some of the most intense sex I’ve ever experienced.
And how Cole pushes our limits? The man knows what he’s doing. The way his imagination runs wild with new and crazy scenarios is something else. And she’s obviously into it. And if her being into it gets me all hot and bothered then I say bring it on. Besides, it’s Cole for fucksakes. If there’s anyone besides Aly that I’d want to be experimental with, it’s that kinky bastard.
When Cole came out about his past, it floored us all. Not because he’s most definitely bi—none of us care about that shit—but because he’s done so much! Our Kinky Fuckers Anonymous meeting was eye opening in more ways than one. It revealed, not only, Cole’s history and knowledge of all kinds of sex related shit, but also hidden fantasies, fetishes, and kinks for all of us. We were able to be open with ourselves and each other. Our newfound knowledge turned checkers into chess, and sex into a fucking theme park.
Jax was a little reluctant at first, but now he doesn’t seem to be bothered by the crazy animalistic sex we’ve all been having together with Aly. Not at all, actually. Instead, he seems almost intrigued. Even though he hasn’t actively participated in one of Cole’s blurrily lined sexcapades, he’s definitely been there on the sidelines as an active observer, making me think those limitations have been bent just a smidge. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t think he’ll ever jump up and ask Cole to lick his nuts, but he’s definitely not judgmental when it comes to another’s preferences. He simply keeps within his own preset limitations and we all abide by them, as we should. I still have to applaud him with how far he’s come with all of this, though.
When Aly first came to stay with us, he was adamantly against it, choosing to keep her at an arm’s length at all times. Days and weeks went past and eventually the distance between them grew shorter and shorter until he inevitably landed in bed with her. He was in deep, drowningin a sea of Aly and didn’t even know it while Cole and I leapt in head first in an attempt to seek out her attention and affection. Now, none of us can get enough of her. She’s our everything and our sole focus day in and day out.
