Mateo needed Tristan to take the pressure off, and to make him feel cared for the way he did Josiah. The way Tristan also needed sometimes from Mateo. Just like that night he made love to Tristan for the first time, because Teo gave him the strength to do it. Teo was the voice and the will to make it happen, and Tristan could be that same thing to Mateo. They were the rough edge for each other that his men needed, and Josiah was the heart, the core, the very thing he needed to be for them.
“I’ll give you what you need,” Tristan told Mateo. Goosebumps spread across Josiah’s body. He loved those words coming from one of the men he loved to the other.
Then Tristan looked at Josiah. “Because of you. All of this is happening because of you.”
Josiah’s orgasm shoved, slammed its way, trying to break down the wall, but he fought it with everything he had, fought to hold it off. “Do it. Please, take him, Tristan.”
Tristan eyed Mateo, one question in his eyes.
“We’re good. Dios, I wanted this all fuckin’ day. Made sure I was ready before I left.”
“Good. Go to the couch, but don’t sit down. Josiah, sit across from it, where you can see us and we can see you. I want you touching yourself the whole time.”
Teo and Josiah obeyed as Tristan grabbed the lube. Then he sat on the couch, spread the lubricant on his erection, and told Teo, “Turn around.”
Teo did, watching Josiah as Tristan pushed him so he leaned forward, spread his legs. And then Teo’s eyes rolled back, obviously blissed out. Josiah could only assume Tristan was fingering him, getting him ready.
Josiah squeezed himself, trying to hold off the orgasm that made his whole body hurt.
“Look at me, Mateo. And then sit on my lap.”
Josiah smiled at that, loving the differences in them. How Tristan always said Mateo or Josiah, when the both of them would often use Teo, Jay, or even Tris.
“Watch him take all of me, Josiah,” Tristan said, and he did. Josiah watched as Tristan’s cock slid into Teo’s hole. Watched it stretch and take their lover. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t hold it off, stripes of white spilling from his erection and running down his hand. Still, Josiah kept jacking himself off, kept watching as Tristan thrust upward and into Teo over and over.
He didn’t know why, but he’d never imagined seeing Teo like this, submissive in a way, though not completely, either, as he sat on Tristan while Tristan fucked him.
He was beautiful. They were beautiful, his broken, honorable men who were scarred both inside and out. Teo leaned forward, lifting his ass slightly as Tristan kept thrusting, kept filling him. Josiah watched Tristan’s glistening dick pull out then disappear inside Teo again, and he imagined that was him, Tristan was inside, that Mateo was inside him, too, and damned if he didn’t come again. His whole body went rigid as another jet dripped down his hand.
“Fuck. Harder. I need it harder,” Teo groaned out, and Tristan sped up, fucked harder, his thighs flexing and muscular under Teo.
Teo jerked himself off at the same time, and then he called out. Tristan slammed him deeper, and Josiah saw white shoot out from Teo’s dick, landing on Tristan’s chest. It was Tristan’s turn next as he shouted, jerked, and came inside of Teo.
“Josiah...” they both said simultaneously, and he went to them, both himself and Teo leaning against Tristan, a cluster of sweaty, hairy bodies, come, and love.
“Gracias...gracias, mi precioso.” As Teo spoke, it was Tristan’s hand that thread through Josiah’s hair. Yes, this had been exactly what they needed, yet what neither of his lovers would have taken on their own. It was what they all needed.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Tristan
It reminded Tristan of the first night they were all together, only this time it was a new home, and instead of all three of them trying to fit on the L-shaped couch, they went to the floor.
Tristan had pulled the blanket from the back of the couch and they lay, six arms and legs wrapped around each other, none of them having the strength to make it to their room.
Josiah and Mateo both slept, but Tristan couldn’t make his eyes close. Not because he felt restless, but because he felt content. Had he even known the definition of the word before these men? As always, Josiah had given them exactly what they needed tonight, and he hadn’t even known what happened earlier in the day. Tristan didn’t know why Mateo and himself held back physically if it was only the two of them. They’d touched and kissed, and sucked, but never made love without Josiah. Now that wall was completely shattered, enabling them all to be closer.