“Excited. It’s so good, to have someone here to share this with.”
Despite the odd, last minute need to lay claim to his boy that he hadn’t been expecting at all, he was also excited about experiencing this with another Dom, with Carter especially. And excited about watching Geoff work too. “I’m intrigued by the idea of watching. It’s kind of… voyeuristic. Kind of a turn on. I’m looking forward to the whole experience, and it is good to be sharing it.” All of it. Whatever “all” meant.
Saul turned his head sharply at the buzz of Geoff’s tattoo machine and tried to catch Troy’s eyes for a brief second. The boy wasn’t watching him, though, Troy was settled back on the table, eyes riveted on Geoff. He held his breath as Geoff bent to his work.
“You ready, honey?” Geoff smiled at Troy, and Troy smiled back.
“I am.”
“Then turn up the music, and let’s play.” Geoff’s left hand splayed out over Troy’s belly; the right drawing shapes in ink and blood.
The smile Troy gave Geoff was all he needed. Everything he’d been feeling slotted into place; his possessiveness shifting smoothly into pride. He rocked back on his heels and grinned at Carter as music filled the room, masking some of the sound of the tattoo machine.
There were pauses for more ink, for Geoff to shake his hand out and wipe the blood away. His boy was in the moment, face lax, cock half-hard. He’d never seen that from this distance, and he was stunned by Troy’s beauty.
He watched for a bit, admiring his boy of course, but also Geoff’s focus, and then he considered Carter. He and Geoff had shared a lot of worry and emotion over Troy and he felt as if he knew Troy’s closest friend pretty well. But Carter was still hard for him to read. Carter always seemed to have a poker face. He’d give a lot to find out what the Dom looked like when Geoff got him rattled. “So why did you really stop supervising them? Because this is beautiful.”
“It is. I felt it was inappropriate. Troy worked for me. I couldn’t see him like this. The no-cursing rule was a convenient excuse.”
He glanced back at their boys and noticed a hint of sweat on each of them now. “When Troy and I had just met, and I was only beginning to understand our potential, I was ready to pull him away from you and Geoff. I thought he was being taken advantage of, even abused in some ways. If I hadn’t come to your house that first time we wouldn’t be in this space. I’d have made him choose. And I’m pretty sure I’d have lost him.”
Saul focused on Carter and tried to see into the man’s dark eyes. “He loves you. You saved him. You belong here, seeing him just like this, being a part of what Geoff is to him. I’m grateful and it’s really the only gift I have to give you.” He felt young and stupid again, but it was the truth and Carter deserved it.
“Goddamn, you’re amazing.” Carter reached out, cupped his jaw. “We’re lucky you ran into me.”
He took a breath, just to let the touch settle in him and soothe the last couple of rough spots. Then he grinned at Carter. “You got a pretty sweet bike out of the deal.”
“You know it. Hot as hell.”
Saul was sure that Carter was about to kiss him, but Troy moaned, the sound loud, and they both turned to the boys.
Saul curled fingers around Carter’s wrist and lifted his hand away, tangling their fingers instead. “Let’s go see. Come on.” He led Carter by the hand over to the table.
Geoff chuckled. “That was a good spot.”
“Shut up.”
Geoff’s hand was over one nipple, as they both breathed together. Troy’s eyes were closed, sweat covering him, a series of tiny triskelions outlined over the scar.
He rested a hand on Troy’s hip. “Looks good so far. Are you trying to get this done in one session, boys?”
Geoff shrugged, relaxed and calm. “We’ll see how far I can go.”
He moved his hand down Troy’s thigh. “And how do you feel, boy?”
“Sore. Buzzed. High. Is it pretty?” Troy spread for him, his boy panting.
“Beautiful. What do you think Carter? He’s gorgeous, isn’t he?” He let his fingers glide over Troy’s cock and felt it stir under the thin fabric of the boy’s sweatpants.
“It’s stunning. You do beautifully together, boys.”
He was half-hard himself, or maybe past that point, but he liked the little hum of arousal, the anticipation, and he decided he’d let it simmer and get out of the way. He leaned down and gave Troy a quick kiss though, and Geoff’s shoulder a pat before he headed back across the room.
As he walked back, he swore he felt a warm caress, a touch brushing his ass. He looked over his shoulder, right into Carter’s dancing gaze.
“I felt that.” He turned, keeping just that whisper of room between them. “You wanna make out?”
Carter’s answer was a hard, sure kiss.