Page 67 of Stable Hand

Noah nodded.

“Help, how?”

“He…” Noah started.

“No, I want Jensen to tell me.”

I moved my hand gently on Noah’s swollen cock, remembering. “She got me to jerk him off while she pushed a dildo in and out of his ass.”

“Oh hell,” Luke groaned. “Fuck.”

“Yeah. It was fucking hot,” I admitted. “He came all over my hand. I wondered if you’d be mad.”

“I’m not mad,” Luke said. “I’m fucking jealous. You lucky fuck.”

I gave Luke a sheepish smile as I stroked Noah.

“Now stop talking, and kiss my boy again. Make him crazy. He’s wanted to kiss you since you got here.”

I turned my head to find Noah’s mouth again. We dove eagerly into the kiss, a deep, openmouthed communion of tongues and souls.

Noah rose up, hands on my shoulders, so he could kiss me while I stroked him. I lost myself in the experience, the press of Noah’s slippery body, and the sounds of Luke’s arm pistoning in the water.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Luke panted. The water splashed as his hand sped up. “Oh God, gonna come, gonna come,” he moaned. We turned as one to see Luke, eyes closed, mouth open as his body jerked with release. He groaned, then whimpered as the pleasure began to fade.

“Great. Now there’s jizz in the water,” I said.

Luke grunted and sighed. “Huh. You’re lucky I don’t make you drink it.” He stood up, a bit shaky, water and bubbles sloshing off him. “Time to get out anyway. I want you on Adam’s bed after you dry each other off. I’ll be waiting.”

“On his bed?” I said. “Did he say we could use his bed?”

“No questions, cowboy. Go.”

I looked at Noah as Luke grabbed a towel and padded out of the bathroom. Noah shrugged. “We better do what he wants.”

“Or what?”

“Or he might change his mind about letting you touch me.”

I felt my dick twitch. Yeah, I wasn’t going to risk Luke changing his mind. “Okay. Come on then. Out you get.”

Noah stepped out of the tub and waited while I did the same.

“Come here,” I said, picking up a towel and wrapping him in the terrycloth material. I wiped him roughly, then used the towel on myself. “Go on. I’ll be there in a minute.”

I took a moment to breathe, using the towel to dry myself and wondering if I was getting in over my head with them. They had an interesting relationship, and I wasn’t sure if it was wise for me to intrude. They appeared to want me to. And I couldn’t resist even though resisting might be the smart thing to do.

When I walked into the bedroom, I was not prepared to see Noah on his hands and knees over a dry towel, facing Luke, who sat against the headboard, legs crossed.

“Now, you are going to prove to me you know your way around the male body, cowboy. Specifically, Noah’s body.”

No problem there.

I nodded smartly, once, then glanced at the closed bedroom door. “How much time do we have? I mean, Adam could come back any minute.”

“Nah. He’ll be at least another hour. We’ve got some time.”

“You sure?”