Page 53 of Pucking Tangled

FIFTY-TWO

Waylon

Waylon had been in some weird places and seen some weird things in his life.

The back of a bus with a flat tire in the middle of Wyoming. A grocery store aisle while Luca nearly had a meltdown over two identical jars of pesto. The time Owen tried a juice cleanse and nearly passed out during practice.

But this ?

This topped everything.

“Luca,” he said slowly, staring up at the large, brass chandelier on the front porch made entirely of entwined antlers and handcuffs . “I need to ask you a serious question.”

Luca looked up from the Airbnb key code he was punching into the keypad. “What?”

“Did you book us a sex cabin?”

Luca’s brows furrowed as he pushed open the door. “No. I booked us a rustic luxury hill country cabin with a hot tub and vineyard views. ”

Mia went first, taking three steps inside before pausing. “Okay, so, uh… is that a… velvet swing?”

Casey darted in after her, already laughing. “It is. Oh my God. It’s mounted to the ceiling. And there are mirrors everywhere. Luca, you sweet, oblivious bastard.”

“Let’s not rush to judgment,” Owen said as he stepped into the living room, his gaze sweeping over the heart-shaped soaking tub, the bottle of complimentary champagne on the fur-covered coffee table, and the leather harness folded neatly on a nearby armchair. “Nope, yeah. Definitely a sex cabin.”

Waylon was still standing at the threshold, grinning like a cat that ate the canary. “Guys, I think I just reached a higher plane of existence.”

Luca groaned and dragged a hand down his face. “I booked it for the location! It had five stars and a private deck!”

“And apparently free lube in every drawer,” Casey called from down the hall. “This place is amazing! ”

“I’m going to die,” Luca muttered, his face—no scratch that—his entire body glowing red, a light sheen of sweat covering his exposed skin.

“No,” Owen said, turning toward Luca with a bemused on his face, his voice deadpan. “You’re going to sleep in a round bed with silk sheets while we all pretend this was accidental.”

Waylon just stood in the middle of the room, taking it all in. The cabin was actually gorgeous—vaulted ceilings, fireplace, mood lighting—but every design choice screamed adults only, leave your modesty at the door.

There were mood candles already lit.

There were rose petals on the pillows.

There was a mirror on the ceiling and one across from the giant rain shower that was just through the glass doors on the back patio.

He peeked in the bathroom and let out a whoop. “Mia! This tub is bigger than the one in Owen and Casey’s room!”

Mia brushed past him and picked up a bottle labeled Sensual Healing Bubble Bath. “Mmm. This is tempting.”

Waylon shrugged like he wasn’t at all affected by the atmosphere and the thought of making the most of the…um…resources with Mia. “I’m just saying, the vibes are vibing,” he joked, walking back into the living room.

Luca collapsed onto the velvet couch and groaned. “This is my nightmare.”

“No,” Owen said gently, squeezing Luca’s shoulders. “This is our very hilarious, very on-brand group vacation.”

Things had been emotionally intense since they’d gone public, since they came out to the families, and since Owen opened up about his own parental issues. But here, in this weird little wine-country wonderland, things felt lighter. Playful.

And maybe a little dangerous in the best kind of way.

“Dibs on the leather chaise,” Casey said, flopping down dramatically. “I’m christening it with leftover kolache crumbs and my unmatched charm.”

Waylon walked back into the room and opened a drawer on the side table next to where Casey was sitting. “Yep. Condoms. Lube. Feather tickler. Whoever owns this place understood the assignment.”

“Is that a safe word card on the coffee table?” Owen asked, his tone amused.

Luca let out a long sigh and laid flat on the velvet couch. “I give up.”

Waylon grinned, then flopped down beside him. “Honestly? Best mistake you’ve ever made. We should stay in adult playgrounds like this from now on.”

“I just wanted a place with enough beds.”

“There are enough beds,” Owen said. “Or at least enough bed-like surfaces.”

The guys turned toward the sound of Mia’s voice. “So… we gonna pretend like we’re not all very aware of the sexual tension in this cabin, or…?”

She leaned against the wall, dressed in nothing but her bra and panties. Barefoot with her hair down, she looked like a fucking goddess waiting to be devoured.

Casey snorted. “Mia, baby, there are edible massage oils in the mini fridge.”

Waylon sat up a little straighter. “And from the looks of things a waterproof deck couch.”

Mia raised a brow. “Should we make a game out of who finds the kinkiest item?”

Luca groaned into his hands again. “This is not how I envisioned this trip. But now I know why it came with a complimentary wine tasting and tour.”

They laughed—Waylon the loudest. Because this right here? Between Luca’s innocence and incidental mishaps, these were the kind of situations they thrived in. It was what made their relationship fun and unique. There was never a dull moment when they were involved.

Waylon stood and toed off his shoes, dropped his pants and pulled his shirt over his head. “Let’s see what kind of trouble this place gets us into.”

“Fuck yes,” Owen growled, not even hesitating to strip down.

Luca pushed up onto his elbows, and Waylon noticed he watched both him and Owen with curious hunger in his eyes .

Waylon had always been good at reading people. On the ice. In a crowd. In bed.

And now, based on the expression on his young teammate’s face, something told Waylon there was more to Luca claiming to love all of them. Something that looked a hell of a lot like desire.

Interesting .

Waylon would most certainly be exploring that more, later.

But first, he needed to put hands on their woman.

“Get over here, Mia,” Waylon growled.

She started to walk toward him.

“Wait. Get on your knees and crawl,” he said, his voice cracking with desire.

“What?” Luca looked at him, confused.

“She heard me,” Waylon said, looking at the other man, before reverting his gaze back to Mia.

Like the perfect submissive she could sometimes be, she fell to her knees and crawled to him, stopping only when she was directly in front of him.

“Luca, Casey, naked. Now,” Owen commanded from his post near Casey.

Waylon spared them a momentary glance as they hurried to their feet and stripped out of their clothes.

“You’re all ridiculous, ” Mia murmured as Waylon lifted her off the ground only to spread her out on the velvet couch that Luca had just vacated.

Owen slid up beside her. “And yet,” he whispered, fingers sliding between her thighs, “you’re not stopping us.”

There was no script. No assigned roles. Just touches and gasps and movement. The room filled with breath and heat and the sounds they only ever made for each other.

This time, Owen took Mia first, settling himself between her legs, he pushed his sheathed cock inside of Mia while Casey fucked her face.

Waylon and Luca sat side by side, occasionally stroking themselves until Waylon pointed up at the mirrored ceiling.

“Look at us, Luca. Look how fucking hot you look with your hand wrapped around your cock.”

Waylon watched as Luca’s eyes closed for a beat, but then he looked up and gasped, and Waylon could see the desperation in the younger man’s face. The sense of longing and desire.

He moved closer to his friend…his teammate…his…something more? “Can I touch you, Luca?” Wouldn’t be the first time Waylon touched a man in the middle of a group scene, but Luca…oh Luca was an exception. He didn’t just want to touch him, he wanted to own him. The same way he owned a piece of Mia.

“Yes, please,” he begged on a strangled plea.

Without hesitation, Waylon replaced Luca’s hand with his own.

His body jerked jumped at first, then he settled into the touch with a hiss as Waylon stroked him.

“Way.” Luca’s voice was filled with emotion.

“It’s okay, Luc. I’ve got you, man. Just enjoy the show.”

The mirror above them didn’t lie. It reflected bodies tangled, mouths seeking, fingers coaxing pleasure from skin that had long since surrendered to trust.

Waylon took his time, edging and teasing Luca until he was almost delirious before he stopped completely. Not because he didn’t want Luca’s release, but because now it was their turn with Mia.

He stood and took a step toward the bed, slow and deliberate. “You ready, baby? ”

Mia grinned up at him with that sex hazed look in her eyes. “Always.”

Waylon climbed onto the bed and kissed her—slow, deep, and lingering. The kind of kiss that made her sigh against his mouth and arch toward him. When he pulled back, Luca was watching him with that same look from earlier.

That hungry look.

He turned to Luca, hand resting on Mia’s knee, and murmured, “You gonna kiss me or keep staring like I’m a dessert menu?”

As if Waylon’s permission was all he needed, Luca leaned in and kissed him—open-mouthed, hot, needy . And God, Waylon felt all of it. The tension, the connection, the trust, the depth.

When they broke apart, Mia moaned softly. “Fuck that was hot.”

Waylon grabbed a condom and rolled it down his length before sinking inside of Mia.

His head fell back and he groaned. “You feel so good, baby.”

“Kiss. Him. Again,” she panted, arching her back and taking more of Waylon into her body.

“You heard her, Luca,” Waylon growled.

His rookie didn’t waste any time. This time, his kiss held more confidence, like Luca was trying to possess him.

Waylon grabbed Luca’s hand, shoving it between where he and Mia met, guiding him right to Mia’s clit.

Luca took the hint, driving Mia to the edge with every thrust of Waylon’s cock.

“Way. Luca. Ugh!” Mia’s body trembled.

Luca broke their kiss and leaned down to suck on Mia’s nipples as she screamed .

They guided her through her orgasm then Casey pulled her into his lap, cradling her.

“Come’re.” Waylon wrestled Luca onto the bed and laid out over him.

“Look at them, Mia,” Waylon heard Casey croon to his left. “Look how crazy you’ve made them for each other.”

Waylon couldn’t take it any longer. He finished with Luca pinned beneath him, one hand curled in his hair, the other between them, stroking them both, as they kissed through it—desperate, panting, simply lost in each other.

Afterward, they collapsed in a heap of tangled limbs and sweat-soaked sheets.

“I don’t think I can move,” Luca mumbled.

“You don’t have to,” Waylon murmured. “We’ve got you.”

“And each other,” Mia added, softer.

Waylon stretched, and looked up at the mirror above them. “We look good together.”

Luca’s hand slid into his.

“No,” he said, voice rough and full of wonder. “We look right .”

Waylon woke up in the middle of the night and realized Luca wasn’t in bed with them anymore. He quietly got out of bed and tiptoed through the cabin until he found him, sitting on the back porch with a bottle of wine in his hand.

He stepped outside and joined him at the railing. “You okay?” Waylon asked, his voice soft—both because of the hour and because he didn’t want to startle his friend…now his lover.

Luca didn’t answer right away. He just stared up at the stars like they might have answers he didn’t. Then, finally, he exhaled. “You ever realize something about yourself way too late?”

Waylon tilted his head. “All the time. Usually while drunk or naked. Sometimes both.”

That pulled a small smile from Luca, but it faded fast. His knuckles tightened around the neck of the wine bottle.

“I think I’m demisexual,” he said, so quietly it might’ve gotten lost in the wind if Waylon hadn’t been listening just for him.

He blinked. “You mean…?”

“I think I’ve only ever been really attracted to people I have emotional ties to. I didn’t get it before. Now…I do. With all of you. But especially with you.”

That hit differently.

Waylon straightened, a playful quip dying on his tongue. “Me?”

Luca nodded. “You always made me feel off-balance. Too much, too close. I thought it was just your personality, or that we didn’t fit. But now, when I look at you?—”

His voice caught. He turned toward Waylon, eyes searching.

“I see you. And I want you. Just as much as I want Mia. Maybe even sometimes more.”

Waylon stepped closer, slow and careful. His heart was racing, but not out of fear—out of recognition. Because he’d felt the shift, too. In the way Luca lingered. The way he watched him. The way he sometimes looked like he wanted to touch but was afraid to.

“I wondered. I’d been waiting to see if you figured it out,” Waylon admitted. “I didn’t want to be another thing that confused you.”

Luca swallowed hard, his gaze zoning in on Waylon’s mouth.

“You’re not confusing,” Luca whispered. “But you do drive me crazy.”

Waylon chuckled. “So, you gonna stand out here all night thinking about what this means?”

Luca laughed quietly. “Maybe.”

“What if I said that I can show you what it means? One step—one day—at a time?”

Luca looked up at him, eyes soft and burning all at once. “You’d do that for me?”

“I’d do anything for you,” Waylon said simply, because he meant it with his whole being. “And I think you knew that long before you were ready to feel it.”

“Can I…can I kiss you again?” Luca asked, standing to his full height and turning toward Waylon.

“Yeah,” he said breathlessly, licking his lips in anticipation.

Luca kissed him, slower this time, before eventually breaking away to rest his forehead against Waylon’s. “Are you…does this…?”

“There’s a pretty good chance I’m demi too, Luca. Never put a label on it though. I’m just…me. And I know that I love you and every single person inside that cabin. Uniquely.”