INICIAR SESIÓNAiden's POV I heard the front door open at around 3:30, I was in the kitchen, wiping down the counter for the third time, even though it was already clean. My hands needed something to do. I had finished reading the novel earlier than I thought so I came down to find something to do since mom has also gone to her room.“Aiden?” His voice carried down the hall, low and a little tired.“In here,” I called back.He appeared in the doorway a moment later, still in his work shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows, the top button undone. His hair was a little mussed from the day, he looked at me for a second, then crossed the room and kissed the side of my head, lingering just long enough that I felt the tension in his shoulders start to ease.“Long day?” I asked.“Long enough.” He set his phone on the counter and rolled his neck. “Everything set for Jordan?”“Yeah. Texted an hour ago. He’s ready whenever we are.”Macmillan nodded, already unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. “I’m going to wash
The next morning came soft and silver through the wide glass doors, I woke up first.Jordan’s arm was a heavy, warm band across my waist. Macmillan’s hand still rested on my calf under the throw, fingers loosely curled even in sleep. The movie had long since ended; the screen was dark. Outside, the waves kept their slow, steady conversation with the shore.My body made itself known the moment I tried to shift. A deep, thorough ache pulsed between my thighs, pleasant in the way only being well-used could make it, but insistent. My legs felt loose and overstretched. Every small movement pulled at places that still remembered being held open, filled, claimed. I was limping before I even stood.I stayed still for a long minute, listening to their quiet breathing. Then the impulse rose. They had carried me out of the water. Bathed me. Fed me. Wrapped me up between them like something precious. For once I wanted to move first. To give something back, I wanted to be the giver and not the tak
The blanket had done its work. The worst of the shaking had faded by the time Jordan and Macmillan walked back out of the black water, skin gleaming under the moonlight, hair dark and dripping. They didn’t speak as they approached. Jordan simply crouched, slid his arms under me again, and lifted. Macmillan gathered the towels and the blanket in one smooth motion."For someone who looks like a twig, you are strong." I teased.He slapped my ass not letting again, making Yelp and groan at the same time.They carried me up the soft path of packed sand toward the beach house. The low wooden structure sat just beyond the dunes, its wide glass doors already cracked open to the night air. Warm light spilled from inside, golden . I rested my head against Jordan’s shoulder, the residual ache between my thighs a pleasant, heavy throb with every step even though I wasn't the one taking them.Inside, the air was cooler, scented with salt and the faint cedar of the beams. Macmillan moved ahead, di
The waves kept washing over us in soft, rhythmic pulses, carrying away the heat of what we’d just done. I floated between them, boneless, every muscle loose and trembling. Jordan’s arm was a solid bar across my chest; Macmillan’s body curved around my back like a second skin. I could still feel the warm of their cock in me even though they had pulled out, the slick evidence of both of them leaking slowly down my thighs with every gentle shift of the water.Jordan’s lips brushed my temple again. “Still with us?” Asked yet again.I managed a weak, breathless laugh. “Jordan I am fine, remember I once took...." I shook my head deciding not to complete the statement.None of them pushed, they acted like I didn't say anything and I silently thanked them for that.Macmillan’s mouth pressed a slower, softer kiss to the nape of my neck. His hand slid down my side, fingers tracing the curve of my hip with something almost careful. “We need to get you out of the water,” he murmured. “You’re sha
The waves kept rolling in, soft and insistent around their thighs, as Macmillan held me upright.My legs were still trembling, body loose and oversensitive from the orgasm they’d wrung out of me. Jordan who had kneel again rose from his knees, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes still dark with hunger.Macmillan’s cock pressed hard against my hip, thick and insistent. Jordan’s was the same, flushed and heavy, the head gleaming in the moonlight. Neither of them had come yet. The “appetiser” line hung between us like a promise I couldn't wait to be fulfilled.Jordan stepped in close, crowding me between them again. His hand slid down my stomach, fingers tracing the sensitive skin just above my spent cock.“Still with us?” he asked, voice low.I nodded, throat working. “Yeah.”“Good.” He glanced at Macmillan over my shoulder. Something wordless passed between them. Then Macmillan’s hands were on my waist, turning me so I faced the open water, my back to his ch
Jordan’s mouth claimed mine again, deeper this time, tongue sliding wet and insistent while Macmillan’s fist worked my cock in long, deliberate strokes under the dark water. The contrast of cool night air on my shoulders and the warmer press of their bodies made every nerve feel too close to the surface. I could feel Jordan’s hard length against my hip, Macmillan’s against the small of my back, both of them already thick and ready.Macmillan’s free hand slid lower, cupping my ass, fingers spreading me open just enough for the water to tease against my hole. I gasped into Jordan’s mouth.“Hmmm,” Macmillan growled against the back of my neck. “Now. I want my mouth on you properly.”"Let's move to the shore then." Jordan broke the kiss, eyes dark and glittering under the moon. They didn’t give me a chance to argue. Jordan swam backward toward the shallows, pulling me with him by the wrists, while Macmillan stayed close behind, one hand still loosely around my cock like he couldn’t bea
Mysterious Stranger’s POVThe boy was light, carrying him was no sweat. Slender and fragile, just how I like. Once I got him out from under the bar’s neon haze and into the back of the cab. His head lolled against my shoulder the whole ride, breath shallow and uneven, lips parted like he was sti
Aiden’s POVThe city felt like it was pressing in on me tonight, every streetlight too bright, every shadow too deep. My head was a storm, replaying what happened in the bathroom with Jordan like a broken record, the hollow ache in my chest that had been growing for two weeks. I thought I had suc
Jordan's POVI don't know how long I've been sitting here on this toilet seat, holding Aiden's boxer briefs.For a while now I've been concealing my feelings for my roommate. I know I am not his type, I know he won't accept someone like me.So I hid my feelings and suppressed them, dying in silenc
Aiden's POV It's been more than two weeks since the incident at the subway and my touching moment with Jordan.Mr Reginald hasn’t tried anything funny since that day however I also try to avoid being around him when we are alone.I was so worried Jordan would tell the others about what happened th







