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Week Six

“I t’s getting chilly in the evenings,” Sugarplum says as she pulls the blanket tighter over our legs.

Presley nods, passing the pretzel bits down the line. “Global warming. Humans are infinitely ridiculous.”

I elbow him in the side, giving him a look as Sugarplum arches a brow. He gets worked up about environmental shit and I know he didn’t even consider that Jolene would wonder why he didn’t classify himself with the rest of the humans. “We are a species that refuses to learn from the past, I suppose.”

Doyle smothers a snort with his hand on the other side of our girl. I shoot him a dirty look, grabbing a popcorn kernel from her Tun and pitching it at his face. When it nails him right in the nose, his eyes narrow and I realize I’ve just declared a good war with a guy that has no qualms about making mischief for Council members.

I may have made a slight error in judgment.

“Boys!” Jolene admonishes, looking at each of us in turn. “We came to watch Teddy’s team play. If you can’t be good…”

“… be good at it?” Doyle bats his lashes at her and she rolls her eyes.

“That is not what I meant,” she mutters, sipping her slushie with enthusiasm. “There are lots of eyes on us and I don’t want to cause a stir that would take away from how hard Teddy and the team have worked.”

I frown when I see Prez exchange a series of glances with Haggerty. They must be up to something, but what? We’re trapped in this top corner of the bleachers because we didn’t want to draw attention to ourselves at the biggest rivalry game of the season.

If people were too busy whispering about us, Sugarplum reasoned, they weren’t cheering on the kids. She couldn’t abide that, even if it meant hiding in the nosebleeds. She’s got a kind heart and I swear to Mab, I’m going to shove an arrow up the ass of the next person who hurts her.

Yes, it’s very cliche that my best weaponry skill is a bow. Prez says it’s genetic.

A hand creeping over my thigh distracts from that train of thought. Squinting at Prez as I turn my head slightly, I catch the mischievous glint in his eye at the same time as Sugarplum lets a muffled gasp. My eyes flick to her immediately, but hers are closed and she’s biting her lower lip hard.

Definitely up to something…

Before I can open my mouth to say anything, Prez’ lips touch my ear and his hand slips into my joggers. “Be a good boy and stay quiet. Haggerty and I have a little exhibitionism planned for you two.”

“But only if you can both behave ,” Doyle whispers loud enough for us both to hear and I shudder.

Teddy’s going to be pissed as hell he missed this.

Strong fingers wrap around my pierced shaft, stroking slowly as we huddle together in the stadium blanket. I have to grit my teeth as Prez works the sensitive spots around my piercings so I don’t lift my hips. Sugarplum is squirming a bit next to me and I can smell the arousal that had to be dripping from her pussy into Doyle’s hand.

“Should we let them kiss?” Prez murmurs to Haggerty. He nips my earlobe lightly, suckling on it while he strokes my cock. I whimper softly, hoping he’ll do it again.

He knows I love teeth.

“Each other or us?” Doyle says, his hand doing something that makes our girl’s breath catch.

“Goddamnit, Lucky. I’m going to string you up with Teddy's hooks for… ohhhhh.”

I chuckle, but it cuts off in my throat on a strangled sound when Prez squeezes the base of my dick and bites the side of my neck at the same time.

“You’re in no position to laugh, Lucy. I can feel you throbbing, and you don’t get to come—either of you—until we say so.”

A loud horn sounds, the crowd around us surges their feet, screaming because the team did something—fuck if I know what—on the field. The pep band bursts I to the school fight song and people stay standing, cheering loudly and rattling those plastic jugs they bring.

“This might be a good time to ask nicely,” Haggerty growls at us.

Jolene grits her teeth as she looks at me. “I don’t beg.”

“Tsk, what a shame, Magpie,” Presley replies as he peeks in front of me. “Because you both come or no one comes. ”

The speed of his strokes increases and it’s all I can do not to move. I know what he expects and I’m not going to be the one to misbehave. His soft rumble tells me he knows I’m struggling. We’ve been together long enough for him to be proficient in pushing me to the brink while drawing this out as long as possible.

She has to give in sometime, right?

“Birdman is right, Tíogair. If you want your little pup to get his release, you’ll have to ask us oh-so-nicely.”

Whatever he does to punctuate that makes her moan darkly, and I think she’s going to give in, but instead she mutters, “Make me.”

Doyle’s grin turns absolutely wicked and I get the feeling he’s about to do something extremely risky. Of all of us, he’s the most chaotic and the least worried about getting into trouble with anyone—even the Society. I’d love to know why that is, but I can’t form the words while Prez is wringing my dick like he’s on a mission.

“If you insist…”

Jolene’s eyes are closed so she doesn’t see the emerald flash in his eyes. Another roar of the crowd echoes in the stadium, but I hear the loud gasp followed by a high-pitched whine of pleasure that comes from our girl.

What in the hell did he just do to her?!

“How did you… that… ohmyfuckinggod !”

Her whole body shivers next to mine and a pulse of lust fills the air. The people around us finally sit and when I look at the field, trying desperately to distract myself so I don’t come without permission, I see Teddy looking at us from the sidelines. The expression on his face is dark, and it’s obvious he knows what we’re up to. He gives me a wolfish grin, then turns his gaze to Sugarplum.

“Fuck,” she whispers, and then it hits me as well, and I bite back a whimper.

Doyle leans over her and peers at me. “Tell her what you need, little Fae. She’ll do it for you.”

My love gives the head of my cock a squeeze, as if punctuating his words. “Sugarplum…” I manage to choke out.

“You can say it, Tíogair. Just say ‘please let me come’ and everything will be play,” Haggerty says as he repeats the thing that made her squeal.

I have to learn whatever that is because the sound she’s making is divine.

“Haggerty…” Prez’ voice has a warning tone to it, and I wonder why he sounds like he’s worried that Doyle is doing something bad.

“ Fine ,” Sugarplum grits out, her voice a dark growl. “Please let me come and I won’t tie you up and leave you hanging for hours, Doyle . ”

His expression is full of maniacal glee when he replies, “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Tíogair. Say it right .”

Squirming, I give her a pleading look as my control slips. She has to say it soon or we’re both getting punished. Her eyes flash as she watches me struggle and she glares at Prez before turning back to Haggerty.

“ Please let me come, Sir.”

My jaw drops, and the men on either side of us reach behind us to high-five another. Teddy is going to be pissed . He’s never managed to get her to use that moniker.

“You may come now,” Doyle crows, and Jolene bites her lip hard to muffle the sound as he continues doing the illicit thing she’s been trying to hold back from.

Prez’ hand moves faster, gripping and releasing me in a perfect rhythm to push me over the edge. I reach down, sliding my hand under the blanket to twine my fingers with our girl’s as we rocket to the pinnacle together.

The horn sounds again and everyone jumps up cheering for the team we’re supposed to be watching at the exact moment we fall over the edge. It gives us the cover we need, and our muffled cries are drowned out by the loud shouts and noise of the excited fans. Her hand squeezes mine hard enough to mangle my fingers, but I don’t mind— I can barely breathe, much less feel the pain from her grip.

“That’s a good boy,” Prez whispers and Doyle echoes the same to Jolene.

When I open my eyes, I’m surprised to see Prez pull two pre-packaged wet wipes out of his back pocket and hand one to Doyle. Sugarplum squints at them, but I smile softly. Aftercare is an important part of our play, and I should have known Prez would never orchestrate something like this without making sure we didn’t have to sit in a mess for the rest of the game.

He’s so fucking perfect; I can barely stand it sometimes.

“Now,” Doyle says as he takes the wipe from Prez and tucks it well under the bleachers. “Since you’ve both been so well behaved—or mostly…” He gives our girl a playful wink. “...snuggle in close and we’ll get ice cream on the way home.”

Jolene grumbles a little, but she’s as boneless as me, so she lets them squish us in the middle with their arms linked behind our backs. “There’d better be milkshakes. Multiple milkshakes .”

“Anything my queen desires,” Presley replies as he kisses my temple. My Prince, too.”

We’re never going to hear the end of this when Teddy finds out, I know it.