You Can See Me (20 page)

“Such a gorgeous slut,” Pres purred in Ric’s ear while watching Blair. He reached his hand around and gave Ric’s cock a few good strokes before tucking his hand under Blair’s chin. Lust-filled hazel eyes stared up at him.

Pres pumped Ric’s ass harder, making him cry out to God, but he kept his eyes on Blair over Ric’s shoulder. “You ready to take his load, sexy boy?”

Blair’s mouth was too full to answer.

Pres had a vise grip on Ric’s dick, while Blair’s face was full of Ric’s large sac. “Suck his balls, honey. Yeah, you like his balls in your mouth, ’cause you’re a nasty slut, ain’t you?”

Right then the room was filled with a long, deep moan from Blair’s throat as his seed spread across Ric’s thigh.

The heady scent flooded Pres’s nose. “Yeah, that’s our pretty slut. Made you come so hard with those balls in your sexy mouth.”

“Pres, the things you say,” Ric hissed. “Shit, fuck me hard. I’m coming, baby.” His voice rose.

Pres fisted Ric’s thick cock in time with his firing hips. Ric’s channel clamped down on him during his orgasm, and Pres felt his dick get locked into that hot hole. Ric jolted and convulsed in Pres’s arms as ropes of hot, salty come shot out of him and into Blair’s waiting mouth.

“Ric, fuck!” Pres growled through clenched teeth. He couldn’t thrust. He couldn’t push in any deeper. While his orgasm raged in his balls, all he could do was stay clamped in place within Ric’s spasming hole.

What the—? Too tight. Fuck.

Pres couldn’t believe the grip Ric had on his dick while he rode out the last of his orgasm, his sated dick still deep down Blair’s throat.

Pres’s orgasm was coming fast and furious, and Ric would only get a crude warning. “You sexy bastard, make me come inside you,” Pres moaned in delicious agony. He gripped Ric’s massive shoulders and buried his face into the back of his neck. He was coming…hard.

“Fill me up, lover…I’m yours now,” Ric whispered.

Blair scrambled up the bed, leaned over Ric’s chest, and gripped the back of Pres’s neck to pull him in for a kiss. He shared Ric’s flavor with him, making his orgasm rocket up his shaft and fill Ric’s tight ass with copious amounts of come, warming his man from the inside out. It was never ending and glorious.

The three of them lay there together in post-sexual bliss, neither wanting to move.

“You have to be shitting me! Why the hell am I being fired?” Ric yelled into the phone. He paced back and forth on Pres’s balcony trying not to take one of the plush lawn chairs and sling it over the railing in anger. Ric listened to the chief of surgery carry on about his “inappropriate behavior in the hospital with two men,” his “using hospital resources for personal means,” “excessive days off,” blah, blah. It was all bull.

This was because he’d come out, again. He’d had every right to use his personal days, just like anyone else. Pres had only been home for a week. He’d been having frequent migraines, trouble adjusting to his contact lenses, and if all the lights were off, he’d oftentimes have terrifying nightmares that he was still blind, so Ric thought he’d take his personal time.

“That’s highly illegal. I don’t think this hospital’s administrative board will tolerate a blatant violation of dismissal because of sexual orientation. I’ll be speaking to my lawyers about this, because my surgeries speak for themselves.” Ric hung up the phone, refusing to listen to any more.

He dropped down in one of the chairs. He wished he had a beer out here with him—or better yet, a shot of tequila.

“How the hell am I going to tell my men I’ve lost my fucking job?” he snapped.

Damn it. Blair starts his new executive chef job in a few weeks, and Pres has one of the most successful food-critiquing businesses in the country, but is still being bombarded with job offers since he’s regained his sight. So am I going to be the bitch in this relationship and let my guys support me? Fuck.

He’d have to find something before Pres and Blair realized he’d been fired. Then he could say that he chose to move to a better job or something with better hours. Ric didn’t know exactly what he’d say just yet, but he’d think of something.

* * * *

Ric had just come back from working out in their building and opened the door to find Pres and Blair going on about the proper techniques of a creamy risotto. He rolled his eyes and quietly made his way to the kitchen.

Here they go again.

It seemed not a day went by in the last few weeks that the three of them had been practically living together that Pres and Blair didn’t disagree about a cooking technique or a dish. It always ended in Pres insisting he was right and Blair on his knees in awe of Pres’s skill.

“You should use a more savory broth if you’re adding seafood to the risotto,” Pres chastised Blair. Blair shook his head and continued stirring the creamy rice dish on the large stove.

Pres had his back to Blair and was completely oblivious to Blair’s reaction going on behind him while he went about prepping his vegetables on the kitchen island. Ric chuckled softly when Blair huffed an exasperated breath at Pres’s micromanaging.

“Are you serious, Strawberry? I’m an executive chef, and you think I don’t know what broth to use in a simple lobster risotto. Jeez, gimme a fuckin’ break,” Blair said.

“I’m just saying, honey. It’d be better if you used a dry Sauvignon Blanc, coupled with a seafood broth, instead of chicken broth.”

“I did use a white wine, smartass,” Blair replied.

“I know you did, but it was Chardonnay.”

“How the hell—” Blair’s mouth gaped open.

“I could smell it,” Pres replied, never turning around to look at Blair’s ingredients.

Ric watched Blair abandon his dish and throw himself onto Pres’s back. “You fantastic fucker.” Blair squeezed Pres’s ass. Pres laughed at Blair’s enthusiasm and returned his frantic touches.

“You two are something else.” Ric grinned at them.

The two of them turned to face him, surprise showing on their faces that he was standing there watching.

“When did you get back, Bear?” Blair let Pres get back to his cutting and came over to kiss him. He closed his eyes and moaned at the shared flavor of the three of them.

“Hey, sweet boy. I just walked in.” Ric gently touched Blair’s flushed cheek. “Don’t let him rile you about your risotto, baby. I think it’s delicious.” He squeezed the sexy Texan to him and saw Pres cut his eyes at him. Pres threw him a wink and went back to masterfully cutting his vegetables for the lamb dish he was making.

Ric had had to double up on his workout regimen. Living with two masterfully trained chefs could wreak havoc on his midsection, but there was no way he could deny the food, especially Blair’s French pastries.

“You smell so manly. How long did you work those fine muscles today?” Blair drawled in his deep voice that drove Ric mad.

Ric let Blair feel him up before taking his mouth in another long kiss. “Just a few hours. Now I’m starved,” he replied breathlessly.

Blair popped him on his ass and told Ric to go shower, that dinner would be ready in an hour.

“All right, sounds good.” Ric walked over and slouched against the island, pressing his forehead against Pres’s cheek. “Hi, love,” he whispered.

“Hi, Sunshine.” Pres kept his eyes on his vegetables, but leaned into Ric’s touch.

“I missed you.” Ric’s lips wisped gently against Pres’s trimmed sideburns.

“Me too.” Pres turned slightly and licked Ric’s soft lips.

Ric let Pres’s tongue glide over his mouth. His man did everything so damn seductively. All he could think about was eating a good meal and getting into bed with his men.

“Everything smells so good. I’m gonna go shower.” Ric turned to leave and saw that Blair was watching their romantic exchange and letting his risotto burn. He wasn’t sure what he saw reflected back at him in Blair’s eyes…longing or sadness. Blair turned around quickly, and Ric hoped he saw wrong. He wouldn’t have his men hurting. He made a mental note to talk to Blair later.

Pres and Ric lay shirtless in each other’s arms on the spacious couch, watching a documentary on endangered wildlife in South America. Neither was overly interested in the long-tailed otter, but both were too lazy from the large dinner to channel-surf for something different. Ric tightened his arms around Pres’s chest and squeezed him tighter to him. He felt Pres’s deep moan vibrate through him, causing a good tingling sensation down in his balls.

“Where’s the Texan?” Pres asked over a yawn.

“Still in the bedroom,” Ric answered.

“He’s been in there ever since we finished dinner.”

Ric looked at his watch.
That’s been five hours.

“Maybe he was tired,” Pres reasoned.

Ric thought back to the look Blair gave him in the kitchen.

I wonder if he’s still upset. He didn’t look upset at dinner.

Actually, after Ric thought about it a little more, Blair didn’t really say much of anything at dinner. He just thanked Ric for the compliments on his dishes and ate silently. As soon as he finished his dinner, he got up, cleaned the kitchen, then closed himself in the room.

“You ready for bed?” Ric asked Pres.

Pres turned over, positioning himself on top of Ric, and braced both arms on either side of his head. “Yeah, I’m gonna go on to bed. I’m exhausted. I have a restaurant to critique in Williamsburg, so that’s an hour drive I have in the morning, two if we hit traffic. Scott will be here to pick me up early.”

“When are you going to get your driver’s license?” Ric asked curiously, staring deep into Pres’s bright blue eyes despite his tiredness.

“I don’t know. It’s not top priority right now. Besides, that would put Scott out of a job, and his wife just had a baby three months ago. I never missed driving. I just missed being able to see the scenery while I rode. Besides, the therapist said I should take my time with that anyway. So no rush, all right, babe?” Pres leaned in and kissed Ric on his cheek.

“Not rushing you, was just asking,” Ric said.

Pres stared at him a few more minutes before leaning in and kissing Ric with so much passion and tongue that it made his toes curl. Ric kissed him back with everything he had, running his hands up and down Pres’s back. They made out like lovesick teenagers before Ric finally had to pull back to take a breath.

“Ric,” Pres moaned.

“Pres,” Ric replied back, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

The kiss had them both completely spellbound. They looked at each other with want and need so deep, Ric could feel the tears pooling in the corners of his eyes. Pres had just told him with the kiss what Ric had longed to feel every day since Aaron’s death. He let one tear fall down the side of his face, refusing to wipe at it in fear that he’d break their eye contact.

Pres leaned back in. Ric thought he was going to kiss him again, but Pres passed his mouth and his cheek and pressed his velvety lips behind his ear. “Ric,” he whispered.

Ric shivered at the location of Pres’s mouth on his body. So damn seductive.

“Ric,” Pres whispered again while hypnotically grinding his hard cock against him.

Ric thrust his hips up into Pres’s pelvis and hissed, “Yes, baby?”

Pres slowed his hips to the slowest grind ever and continued to speak in a ghostly whisper behind Ric’s ear. “I love you so much. You are everything to me. Without you, I couldn’t handle this. Thank you for being what I need. Thank you for coming back to me.” He licked and sucked the fleshy lobe of Ric’s ear into his mouth, and Ric thought he was going to come right there in his thin sweats. His cock leaked and jerked against Pres’s leisurely thrust.

“Jesus, Pres. I love you, too. So fuckin’ much that it hurts, baby,” Ric moaned against the side of Pres’s face while his man made him feel a million different kinds of good.

Pres rubbed his face against the tears that fell from Ric’s eyes.

“Baby, please.” Ric shuddered.

“Shhh. I got you, honey,” Pres said while pulling both of their throbbing cocks from their confinement.

Pres braced one arm on the side of Ric’s head and stared into his damp eyes as he stroked both their dicks with one hand. Ric felt him struggle at first to hold both of them together, but once he found his rhythm…Pres made him soar.

“Oh God. Yes, baby. Fuck, feels so damn good. Harder,” Ric groaned, his release already building. He’d been stimulated, mind, body, and soul, and it was all about to come to an explosive end.

“I’m so close, Pres. Make me come hard,” Ric pleaded.

Pres’s tight fist moved up and down their cocks with long, rapid strokes. He took his nail and pressed it into Ric’s piss slit, making Ric jerk hard and cry out at the pleasure.

“Love you so much, my angel. Come for me,” Pres said, then captured Ric’s open mouth in an earth-shattering kiss, and Ric let his orgasm take over his body.

Ric couldn’t have kept his eyes open if he’d wanted to. “Fuuuckkk. Shit.” Ric shot creamy white come all over his man’s hand. Pres’s mouth swallowed every one of his curses. Ric was still shooting when he heard Pres’s familiar gut-twisting groan, his orgasm right on the edge and riding him hard, insisting on relief.

Ric put his index finger in his mouth and licked it, coating it with his saliva before reaching around to Pres’s smooth ass and parting his seam, seeking out that tight bud. He felt Pres open his legs wider, granting Ric permission.

“Yes. Fucking do it,” Pres groaned.

Ric pressed his fingertip against the opening and massaged it for a second before pushing all the way inside, immediately seeking out the special spot that would make Pres lose himself. He felt every muscle in Pres’s body tense as tight as piano wire.

“Fuck! Gawwwd, Ric.”

Ric buried his one finger in deeper and applied firm, constant pressure to Pres’s gland. Pres bit the juncture of Ric’s neck and shoulder to stifle his loud cry.

“Ric!” he shouted and painted Ric’s stomach with his seed, his ass clamped tight on Ric’s finger. Pres’s hips bucked while he milked the last of his load. His one arm shook with effort to continue to hold him up. “Mine,” Pres whispered against Ric’s mouth, and he took the head of his cock and rubbed his warm come into Ric’s skin, marking him as his.

They lay there catching their breath while dropping sleepy kisses all over each other’s faces.

“Sleep,” Ric moaned.

“Of course.” Pres laughed at Ric’s typical laziness after coming.

“Don’t laugh at me. You jerked all the energy right out of me.”

Pres picked up one of their long-ago-discarded shirts and wiped some of the cooling come off them. “Let’s take a quick shower and go to bed.”

“Can’t we shower in the morning?” Ric whined as Pres pulled at him to stand.

“You’re pathetic.” Pres chuckled.

“But you love me, though.”

“Yes, I do. More than life, Sunshine.”