Page 5 of Higher Notes (Chaotic Abyss #2)

Chapter Five

Sikes

I’d been with women before Snipe and even a couple of men, but he and I just clicked and no one else mattered until Jason came along.

Was that sudden switch flip normal?

Meh, normal was overrated. Snipe and I had been together a long time and now we’d move onto the next chapter of our life with Jason. Even though he came with what most would call baggage, we didn’t. We’d never considered kids of our own but after the glimpse into their dynamic it went without saying that his family was a welcome addition to our future.

The idea that we could have a hand in giving them a better life, helping to provide and nurture was like paying it forward. Snipe’s and my childhoods were shit and though theirs weren’t abusive like ours had been, they hurt in other ways. Taking some of that weight from Jason’s shoulders and onto ours felt right.

Snipe and I showered and got ready for bed then Jason did the same.

“Okay, where am I? Couch or bed with you guys?”

I adored Jason’s confidence, but this was about more than sex for us.

“Wherever you feel most comfortable but, um…” How to explain this. When I glanced up, Snipe nodded. “We both suffer from PTSD.”

“Oh shit, sorry to hear that. What do I need to know?”

In typical Jason fashion, instead of running or vying for the couch, he asked how he could help.

“Thank you for that.” I took a moment to gather my words. “If one or both of us start thrashing around, get out of the bed and out of arm’s reach. Let us work through it because in those moments we aren’t ourselves. In our minds we’re fighting past demons.”

Snipe nodded. “Sometimes, touching someone during an episode triggers them to attack you and it would kill us if we hurt you.”

“Wait, what happens when you both have them? Do you fight each other?” I was happy to see Jason took the time to build the scene in his head and asked the right questions.

“There were a couple of times in the beginning that happened, but it’s been years since then. The docs had challenges regulating our meds and when they finally got it right, the episodes came further apart. Now it’s one or the other of us it seems. Hell, I can’t remember the last time it happened to both of us. Do you, Snipe?”

“No, thank fuck. Plus, um…” Snipe had a hard time talking about this and I was glad to see him open up to Jason. “The new therapist we have has been great. Fizzbo is huge into therapy, especially with his entire crew being ex-military.”

“That’s good to know. A caring employer goes a long way and has higher employee retention.” Jason never failed to impress us.

“We’re both triggered awake if we hear the other and if that happens, when we get out of bed we will take you with us.” That much I could promise Jason. No way I’d leave him in the line of fire.

“All right, let’s recap. If it appears one of you is having an episode, I get out of bed and out of reach and wait for them to come out of it on their own?”

“Correct.” Two minds, one reply.

“How long do the episodes usually last?”

“Anywhere from a few seconds to several hours. Like we said, with the new meds they’re not as frequent as they once were and along with the exercises our therapist has been working with us on, it’s helped a lot.” I wish I had a better answer for him but unfortunately it wasn’t something we could time.

“Okay, got it. Ready for bed?” Jason’s easy response shouldn’t have shocked me as much as it did. And while I expected hesitation and more questions, I shouldn’t have. “Should I take the middle?”

The three of us slid into bed and I shut off the bedside lamp. Snipe and I turned to face Jason. “How’s this going to work when we’re on the road?”

“We usually sleep in shifts when we travel,” Snipe answered. “Did Easton say we were getting our own bus?”

“I thought he did, and I wouldn’t put it past him. As soon as each band member partners up it seems to happen that way. We’re gonna have a whole lot of buses on this tour. I’m stoked but I feel bad leaving Mom with all the kids.”

Jason took care of his family, but who took care of him?

“What are the rules with sex? Do you guys just cuddle and go to sleep, or do we lie here and pretend there aren’t three dicks to play with in the same bed?”

“Wow, sassy much?” Snipe teased him. “Rules we hadn’t really discussed but given we’re rarely apart there shouldn’t be any issues. Sikes? Anything to add?”

“What Snipe said. Besides no double dip,” Jason snickered at my comment. “Any hard limits for you, Jason?”

“Not into the whole tie me up thing. I like my arms and legs free during sex, thank you very much. But back to clarity. Am I allowed to hug or kiss either of you whenever or are there rules? Sorry, I’m not a rule breaker and I really hope what we’re working toward goes the distance. I refuse to be the one to fuck it up.” As Jason rambled on it hit me, he was nervous.

“Hey,” Snipe and I scooted closer and wrapped an arm around our Jason sandwich. “This is us. Don’t be nervous and never forget—nothing happens without any of our consent.”

“Sex I can do. It’s the relationship part that’s new and I’m, um…I’m really into you guys.”

“In case you can’t tell.” I pressed my lips to his and took my time getting acquainted with his tongue. “We’re really into you. Just remember it’s the three of us and we only need to make us happy. If we’re on the bus and I’m on duty while Snipe is in the back with you, feel free to take care of each other, though I’d like to know ‘cause if there isn’t much going on, I’d either join in or at the very least watch.”

Snipe gave him a quick kiss. “Same goes for me. Sikes and I trust each other explicitly. We were afraid we’d upset you by telling Fizzbo about us.”

“No, not at all. It was kind of nice to have someone else take the wheel, so to speak. Then I didn’t have to do anything more than respond. Sorry, but you’ve seen how insane my life is. It’s great to just be and let go and trust in someone else to handle shit for a while.”

Would he feel the same way when it got down to buying a house or had we overstepped with our offer? How was it I wasn’t freaked the fuck out by this fast move? Most likely because we were about to live on the road with Jason for the next six months. It’d be acclimating to the whole family scene when we got back that would be the challenge. But fucking hell, I was to the point in my life where I was ready to plant the proverbial roots.

No time like the present. Here goes nothing.

“Jase,” first time I’d used his family’s nickname. “What do you think about looking for a bigger house to rent together? The three of us are gone most of the time so really your mom and the kids will be there, so it won’t be empty. Seems silly to rent two separate places.”

“Like a roommate situation?”

“Not exactly.” I was happy to hear Snipe chime in since I’d neglected to bring this up to him first. “The three of us would share a room. It would be nice to get a house with two master bedrooms like Rhone and David both have in Vegas. Then your mom could have her own.”

“Wow, that’s a... That’s a whole lot of fast tracking in relationshipville.”

“Yeah, yeah. True.” Fuck, too fast, Sikes. Slow it way the fuck down. “Just feels right and makes sense to me. Sorry.”

Jason sighed. “Not gonna deny that. Let’s look at the houses Easton’s rep has for us then we’ll sit down and analyze everything. If it still feels right and we have a game plan together, we bring Mom into the convo and see how that goes. Deal?”

“Deal.” Again, Snipe and I replied the same.

“Cracks me up how the two of you answer in unison. Like literal twins.” Jason’s stomach muscles beneath my hand flexed as he laughed.

“Why do I suddenly feel like a pet?” Had Snipe and I turned into the human version of people who acted and looked like their pets? Only we looked and acted like each other. That’d kill a mood really quick.

“So, no one’s clarified who does what. Tops? Bottoms? Verse? Touches? No fly zones?”

And we’re back to sex. Not that I was complaining but Jason had a one track mind.

“Both verse. No fly zones are zero.” That summed it up. Snipe and I were game to try just about anything once.

“Good to know. Shall we test the waters?” Snipe snickered at Jason’s word choice. “Am I allowed to touch? ‘Cause it’s open touching over here. Just saying.”

That boy was full of surprises tonight.

“Is this what you had in mind?” My fingertips lightly trailed down his side. Jason squirmed when I hit a ticklish area.

“Or this?” Snipe fingertips traced across his torso.

“Giant fucking teases.”

Snipe stayed high while I went low, sliding Jason’s boxers down his legs and off. Might as well do the same with mine while I was at it. With both tossed aside, Jason spread his legs wide, and I worked my way up the inside of them, nibbling along the way and taking full advantage of the open invitation. Whatever Snipe was doing had Jason squirming and moaning, or maybe it was the combination of sensations.

“Sensitive nipples. Nice.” The familiar husky tone in Snipe’s voice only added to my pleasure. I enjoyed pleasing a lover and right now there were three of us hard as fucking rocks absorbing all of this.

Mapping a new lover’s body was the ultimate high. Memorizing the tone of every moan, tracing each muscle whether by fingers or tongue. The feel of their skin as it prickled beneath the weight of your touch. No wonder so many stories had been written of such acts. I only wished we’d kept the lights on so we could watch as Jason writhed beneath us.

Next time for sure.

I drew in his scent as I nuzzled his ball sac. The intimacy of the moment hit me deep. Sex may be just that to Jason, but this was a huge step for Snipe and me. Though we’d discussed dating Jason at length, now that we’d progressed to the next step a series of firsts would follow. And I couldn’t wait to savor each and every one of them.

I took my time, sucking each ball in turn. The sounds our erotic game of tag team elicited from Jason had my cock doing a little jig of its own. One day soon I’d be buried deep inside that tight ass. Jesus, the visual of that nearly made me come.

Snipe and I both reached the tip of his cock at the same time. Our mouths came together in a fierce fight of lips and tongue. The fire we sought, having lost it some time ago, was back. In this moment I knew the decision we made together was exactly what we both needed.

Jason.

“Jesus, if you two are making out over my dick I’m gonna come. Next time we leave the lights on.”

“Deal.”

Snipe slid his lips over the head of Jason’s cock. He thrust up and nearly gagged him.

“S-sorry.”

I licked along his taint and circled his hole, biting and licking the overly sensitive nerves until they gave way enough for my tongue to slip inside.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Jason howled. “This is…this is…” Lost his words, right where we wanted him. This was perfect to take away his worries and a great start to show Jason we’d take care of him.

Step one of many to come.

The dual ministrations were more than he could handle. He gripped Snipe’s head, thrust up and shouted, “Fuck!” as he came riding my tongue.

That tipped Snipe and I over the edge with him. Our mouths slammed together, both tasting of essence of Jason, firmly gripped each other’s cocks and baptized Jason’s body with our come.

“Holy shit. Your silhouettes were hot as hell.”

Snipe and I fell back onto the bed. The moment we caught our breath we burst into laughter. When was the last time we felt this light, this free? Jason brought more to our dull, monotonous days than he knew, and this was only the beginning.

“I for one am gonna sleep like a baby. Thanks, guys.”

Leave it to the smart ass between us to end the night with a joke.

“You’re welcome, sir. We take cash or credit. Please leave your payment on the nightstand.” Who knew I was so witty and on so few brain cells.

“Ha-ha, I love it.” Jason kissed me and then Snipe. “Two hot men beside me, a comfortable bed beneath me and empty balls. A guy could get used to this. A good night indeed.”

If I could roll my eyes any harder they’d get lodged in my brain.

“Night,” Snipe and I muttered and curled into our usual positions. I hoped like hell orgasms were enough to keep the demons at bay tonight.

“Sikes,” I answered. Damn phone nearly vibrated off the nightstand and scared the shit out of me.

“Hello, Mr. Sikes? Is that your first or last name?” a woman’s voice asked.

“Both. Can I help you?”

“Yes, sorry. This is Pressley, I’m the portfolio manager for Easton and Diamond Masterson-Taylor. They asked if I’d show you a few of the properties they have available for rent. Is now a good time to talk?”

“What time is it?”

“My apologies, it’s ten a.m. Would you like for me to call back later?”

Shit. “No, this is good. What time did you want to meet?” Jason and Snipe stirred behind me.

“Well, from the sounds of it I woke you and for that I must apologize. Why don’t we plan to meet at the first property at two p.m. Will that work with your schedule?”

The sun shone through the sliver of curtain that didn’t quite close which gave me a clear view of Jason and Snipe. “Give me a moment.” I muted the call and turned to them. “It’s the house lady. She wants to meet at two. That would give us time to eat and check on Jason’s family.”

“Works for me,” Snipe stretched as he got out of bed.

“Thanks for thinking of them. Yeah, we can totally make it work.” Jason gave me a kiss and hopped off the bed, smacking Snipe’s ass as he raced past him toward the restroom.

“Yeah, that works for us. Text me the address and we’ll meet you there.”

“Perfect. Should I call Jason and schedule the same?”

“No, ma’am, he’s here with us and he’ll be there, too.”

“Excellent. See the three of you then.”

Was it abnormal to be excited about house hunting?