Page 32 of Piece Us Together
It’s close enough to an order to have me squirming, but also close enough to just caring for the man I love that I accept it anyway.
It wouldn’t kill him to say please though, the bossy fucker.
“Nolan, I’m going to put this gel on your welts. Let me know if it hurts too badly, okay?”
“Yes, sir,” Nolan says sleepily, his eyes only half-open as I bring the straw to his lips for his first sip.
Hunter drapes the blanket from before over Nolan’s shoulders, letting it pool around his waist, then settles between Nolan’s legs and opens the tube. I watch, fascinated not by the gel but by the fact that I don’t mind the sight of Nolan’s ass and thighs all red and welted. It should make me sick, but just like when Hunter was delivering the blows, it doesn’t really bother me. There’s an underlying current of worry, maybe a slight urge to shove Hunter away and take care of Nolan myself, but it’s nothing but a soft thrum. When Hunter was really going at him earlier, Nolan’s mouth around my cock and my hand in his hair, even that thrum had gone away. Turns out, watching him get hurt in a way he likes isn’t nearly as difficult as being the one to have to deliver the blows.
“Was good?” Nolan mumbles between bites of chocolate.
“So fucking good,” I say, followed immediately by Hunter’s, “You were amazing, Nolan.”
“And you’re okay?” he whispers, turning just enough to look up at me.
I smile, finding that I don’t even have to force it. “I am, baby. I think that went really well, don’t you?”
“Mhmm.” He nuzzles the pillow before sinking into the mattress with a happy sigh. “He took good care of us.”
My stomach swoops.Us.Hunter took good care ofus—not just Nolan, but me. As if I need to be taken care of.
I look up and lock eyes with Hunter. His hand is settled on Nolan’s hip, pausing in its task of smoothing gel over his skin. I feel like I’m practically fucking vibrating with the urge to scream.
“He took very good care of you,” I say instead, not breaking eye contact.
The skin around Hunter’s eyes pinches. He caught the change, but he doesn’t call me on it. “Thank you, Maison.”
Nolan snorts a soft laugh. “You guys sound so formal. You just had sex.”
“You had sex with each of us,” I tell him, at least managing to keep my tone light and teasing. I stuff another piece of chocolate past his lips. “We didn’t have sex with each other.”
“Could, though,” he says around his mouthful of candy. “Be hot.”
I clench my jaw, figuring now isn’t the time to start a fight. I avoid looking at Hunter. I don’t want to know what he’s thinking.
“All done,” Hunter says after a few tense moments. He clears his throat. “How does it feel, Nolan? Do you want ice or heat?”
“Mmngh.”
The plastic loop with flashcards appears beside Nolan’s head, Hunter suddenly closer to us. I hold perfectly still as he shows it to Nolan. “Words are hard right now, hey, darling? Why don’t you show me on the cards what you need instead?”
Darling.
He’d called him that during sex. It was fine then. Hot, even. But now it’s different. More…justmore.
My skin crawls with anxiety. Not because I hate it, but because I—well, because Idon’t.
Nolan fumbles with the cards for a moment before tapping his finger against the one that depicts cuddling. Then, after a slight hesitation, he fumbles the cards until he can tap the one for sleep.
“Perfect.” Hunter gives him a bright smile before quickly repacking the basket and placing it on the floor. Then he tugs the thick comforter off the right side of the bed before gesturing tothe exposed sheets, where Nolan’s cum didn’t soak through. “Go ahead and move over there. I’ll finish pulling this off and get you guys a new one.”
I nod, moving over despite Nolan being wrapped around my waist like an octopus. Once the blanket is fully gone, I scoop him up against my chest instead, tucking his head under my chin. He squirms as he gets comfortable before sighing happily.
When Hunter appears with a new blanket, he freezes at the end of the bed, his hands clenching the fabric so hard his knuckles go white. It only takes a few seconds before he’s shaking his head and forcing a smile. It’s weak. I can’t look at it.
He lays the blanket over us, making sure we’re covered from Nolan’s shoulders to our feet. I tuck the fabric a little around where Nolan is resting on my chest before starting to stroke my fingers through his hair.
“You were so good,” I whisper. “I’m so fucking proud of you, baby.”