“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Mike shouted after him.
But they didn’t have to wait long to find out. He was only out of the room for a few seconds before they heard him grunt and trundle back in their direction after raiding the first-floor master, which they hadn’t yet demoed.
Dave charged into the newly opened-up kitchen and living room area carrying a mattress on one shoulder like it was nothing. He dumped it on the floor where it bounced with a curious wobble. Neil grabbed a drop cloth from their pile of supplies in the corner and tossed it over the mattress.
“So romantic,” Devon teased as she unhooked her tool belt before setting it carefully aside.
But Joe was under no misconceptions. This wasn’t about romance. It was about something more primal than that—reaffirming the connection he shared with the crew and reassuring them that it was as important to him now as ever—even if he had to take a different path from them for a while.
He still didn’t fully understand how things would work out, but there was the chance that life could be different after this experiment.
And if it was, he wanted to show them, one more time, how much they meant to him.
Morgan would approve. Hell, she’d been telling him to do this for days. She knew his heart and his fears and what would alleviate them. Besides, their long-standing agreement was that if he played with the crew, the next time they were all together he’d make it up by letting her be the center of their attention—something he enjoyed just as much as what was about to go down.
“What are you waiting for?” Mike asked, as if there was even a sliver of a chance Joe was going to bail on them right then and there. Not happening.
“Savoring the anticipation.” He grinned and shucked his jeans as his friends did the same, though it was with a mix of regret, longing, and a nearly painful level of excitement that never dulled.
In that moment, the only thing Joe wanted was to show the crew what he’d never be able to say adequately. He was one of them, no matter where he went. What if they replaced him? Gave away both his work and his spot in their group to someone else? Maybe they would forget him and their friendship would fade away into nothing.
Now was his chance to show them that he didn’t intend for that to happen.
Neil was naked first and practically dove onto the mattress on his back. He planted his feet on the bed and beckoned to James, his fingers curling toward his palm. James took a packet of lube from the pocket of his jeans, having learned a long time ago to be prepared for exactly this sort of spontaneous break-time loving.
While Devon undressed more slowly, studying her husbands as they teased each other, James got to work. He dove between Neil’s legs and swallowed his partner’s half-hard cock in a single gulp. Neil’s hand speared into James’s hair and held him close as he did his best to get Neil ready in record time. His gaze flicked upward at Joe, as if to ask what he was waiting for.
So he stripped off his shirt and edged closer to the mattress, a little unsure of how best to show his crewmates everything that was in his heart. Mike approached, humming in appreciation at the show James and Neil were putting on for their benefit. His fist stroked his cock even as Dave edged nearer also. Dave reached out, replacing Mike’s fingers.
So Mike returned the favor, reaching over to Joe to do the same.
Joe raised his gaze, up, up, to meet Dave’s, and when they collided, he extended his hand and wrapped it around Dave’s cock as best he could. Damn, the guy was hung. It never ceased to amaze him, especially not now as he rubbed and worked Dave’s shaft until it firmed in his grip. Dave sighed, and some of the tension in his frame eased as he settled into Joe’s hold. The three of them—Mike, Joe, and Dave—jerked each other off as James finished getting Neil ready.
When Neil tugged James’s hair, his cock left his husband’s mouth with a wet noise that was unmistakably drenched in sex. Devon purred and crawled closer until she sat, now nude, on her heels at their sides. She claimed the lube from James and ripped it open with her teeth before drizzling it onto Neil’s cock and massaging it in.
Then Neil nudged James’s side until he turned. He grabbed James’s hips, which were nearly as narrow as Devon’s, and guided him down so that he practically sat on Neil. Before he got quite that far, Devon took Neil in her fist and raised his cock so it was standing straight up. Without so much as a word, James fit himself to Neil and sank down onto his dick, gasping at the familiar intrusion. His own cock was hard, waving between his legs as he began to grind on Neil.
Dave shuddered, his erection growing in Joe’s hold.
Devon straddled both of her husbands then, aligning her pussy with James’s dick and mounting him. James let them work him over, Neil fucking up into him from below as Devon rode him from above. In his happy place, James looked up at the three men stroking each other as they towered over him and licked his lips.
“Damn, you’re hot,” he told them even as he allowed himself to be the conduit for his partners’ burgeoning pleasure.
“So are you.” Mike’s voice grew husky and his dick leaked into Dave’s hand, which spread the glistening precome across his flesh.
Before Joe realized what was happening, Dave’s cock fell from his grasp as the other guy knelt beside Neil, James, and Devon, leaning over them to make a bridge back to Mike and Joe. He opened his mouth and took Mike inside, as if touching him with his hands wasn’t enough anymore.
Joe stood and stared. But when he strangled his own cock and stroked it in time to Dave’s movements, the other guy growled around Mike’s shaft and swatted Joe’s hand away.
“Hey, watch what you’re smacking,” Joe grumbled. Was Dave still pissed?
Dave only rolled his eyes, then abandoned Mike, who groaned, in order to engulf Joe’s cock in his hot, wet mouth instead.
“Ah, fuck.” Mike put one hand on Dave’s shoulder, while Neil, James, and Devon began to rock below them. “Yeah. Show him how much you’re going to miss him. Make sure he can’t forget us.”
Dave sucked the hell out of Joe’s cock, doing things with his mouth that had Joe squirming. His tongue and lip piercings added an edge that did nothing to strengthen what little self-control Joe had around the crew. When it got too dangerous, too good, Dave swapped, alternating sucking on Mike and Joe while Neil, Devon, and James put on one hell of a show for them.
Joe extended his hand toward Dave, but with the trio at their feet, he couldn’t reach the other man’s dick anymore.
“James, you know you’re jealous as fuck that Dave’s got Joe’s cock halfway down his throat.” Mike fixed the problem, as he usually did. “Why don’t you take care of him? If you can still think while Neil and Devon are blowing your mind.”
James blinked up at them then. When he turned his head toward Dave, he smiled, but only for a moment, because then he filled his mouth with one of his favorite things, a nice hard cock.
Of all of them, only James was pro enough to handle Dave when he was fully erect, and he did his damnedest to engulf the man even if he sometimes lost control while being bounced around between his two lovers.
Dave’s cock never left James’s mouth for long, though. Maybe one or two glides across his lips or nose before James reclaimed him, sucking twice as hard to keep his prize the next time.