Alrighty chickadees! After a hellish week, I finally got it up! Hopefully it is to your liking.

Last Time: The mirroring looks of total shock and slight horror made Sang burst out laughing. Never mind that she was a naked sticky mess at the moment, sitting on the kitchen counter. I felt so satisfied in that moment, but my eyes drew her back to those yummy trails of chocolate and cream down Gabriel's chest and the dollops along Luke's mouth.

"Now what say you boys about me returning the favor?"

Now:

At my daring proclamation, both boys stiffened in surprise, their expression blank. It was as if they couldn't quite make what I said compute into their riled brains. Feeling emboldened, I unfolded myself and slinked off the counter top. It wasn't until I was a few steps away from the both of them that Luke seemed to snap out of his daze. Gabriel didn't come to until I was right in front of him. Not giving them time to react, I stood up en pointe and swiped off a small dollop of caramel on Luke's chin, before spinning and taking a shot at one of the trails of cream on Gabe's chest that had been taunting me for the last five minutes. I tilted my head as if considering the taste, a mock look of consideration adorning my features.

"Hmmmm, could use a little more salt."

Luke's mouth twitched and a slow smile began spreading across his face, lighting it up, as his eyes darkened. Gabriel had a gob smacked look on his face, but the interest in his eyes was quickly transforming from amazement to a rabid hunger. I found myself suddenly entranced by the sheer level of desire in Gabriel's crystal eyes. His beautiful baby blue eyes had faded to just the faintest hint of a ring, making his eyes appear black and dark. He slowly raised a hand up to my lips and ghosted lightly across them.

"Trouble….?"

The emotions and questions buried in that single word set my trembling. Trouble, are you being serious now? Trouble, are you ok with this? Trouble, why are you so beautiful? Trouble, is this a dream? An oddly vulnerable look graced his features as his eyes implored me intently. It was as if he was trying to find the answers to the world's greatest mystery and he would find the answer in my face. It struck me suddenly that I could either make or destroy Gabriel right then and the sheer weight of the responsibility of that power sobered me instantly.

I reached my hand up gently and caressed his cheek lightly. He closed his eyes and leaned into my touch, the slightest of tremors running down his frame. I stood up on my toes and when his eyes opened in response, I placed an open mouthed kiss on just the corner of his lips, swiping at the mess present there lightly.

After I settled back onto my heels, I took a step back and gave him a warm, sincere smile. He beamed back at me and whatever gloom that had settled on him before had vanished. Seeing this, I felt my lips curl up into a flirty grin and I gave him a small wink. A light touch on my arm made me turn my head to the side in question. Luke's normally warm gaze met mine and I felt a little startled to find them looking suddenly somber. I didn't like that look on his face at all. His was a face meant for easy grins, dreamy eyes, and playful smirks.

"Sang, pumpkin, you really don't have to this. Gabe and I, well, we did this for you. It was all about making you happy and showing you how grateful we are that you have chosen to be a part of our merry band of insanity. We're, I mean, we were not expecting anything in return. It was a gift we were happy to give."

His face was so earnest and sincere as he stated this, that I melted just a little bit. However, as touched as I was by the sentiment, and boy had it felt amazing, I found myself really wanting to do this. I had admired them all separately and together practically from day one. Now I would have a chance to really explore and touch them as they had me. Besides, how fair would it be if I was the only one to get any pleasure out of this encounter?

"But Luke, I really, really want to do this. Is that ok? Will you let me?"

His eyes darkened rapidly and his internal struggle with himself was reflected across his face. To prevent him from talking himself out of this, I grabbed his wrist and started tugging him along towards the counter. I reached my other hand out blindly and Gabriel grasped it immediately. I could feel the boys move after me slowly, their movements a bizarre combination of caution and eagerness. It was as if either boy was afraid to believe that this was really happening. As if they feared that the moment they accepted the situation, I would suddenly disappear on them.

Well, that wasn't going to happen. Ever. I dragged them both up to the counter and dropped their hands at the same time. I pointed at first one boy then the other. "You, you, stay."

At their bemused expressions, I shot them a quick wink before I sauntered across the kitchen. I walked through the door leading to the dining room, naked as the day I was born. The chill of the deserted room sent goose bumps rising across my body and I quickly located what I had come for. By the time I had gotten back to the kitchen area where I had left the boys, their expressions had morphed into wicked amusement, their eyes sparkling and excited.

I set the dining room chair down facing the chair that had been used at the start of our little tryst. Blind taste test indeed. Feeling further empowered by the whole scenario, I snapped my fingers at them and pointed to the two chairs.

"Sit." I commanded, trying to infuse as much authority into my tone as possible.

While they sat down promptly, large grins covered their faces. "Look at her, Gabe, giving commands like she's a general, a tiny naked general at that. How freaking adorable."

"She is so fucking cute. She can give me orders any day."

They shared amused grins and I felt a small pout grace my mouth. Small bubbles of irritation popped in my veins at their teasing, but slightly condescending tones. Oh, they thought it was adorable when I gave orders did they? I had a sudden desire to wipe their looks of smug amusement off their faces. Catching sight of the remnants of my discarded clothing and the silk scarf, sudden inspiration hit me and I felt a smirk settle on my face.

I snatched up the small pile of clothing and turned to the boys, my smirk transforming into a look of triumph. Luke and Gabriel shot each other a quick glance and their grins faltered. I sashayed up to Gabriel and teasingly traced a finger along his collarbone as I slipped around behind him. He stiffened and followed my progress by turning his neck, his eyes intent upon me. I grabbed first one wrist and then the other and held them together behind the chair. While silent questions danced within his eyes, Gabriel did not resist and submitted to my actions.

As I began to use my torn panties to bind his wrists together, I heard his breathing pick up and his piercing click against his teeth quietly as he licked his lips. He swallowed loudly a few times as I walked around to his front. His blue eyes were fever bright in their intensity as they bore into mine. I shot him a small grin as I covered his beautiful gaze with the silk scarf, making sure to tie it snug against his eyes, but not too tightly. After I had it secured to my satisfaction, I leaned slowly against his face, putting my mouth near his ear.

"Now be a good boy, Gabriel, and stay right there."

I spun to focus on Luke as I heard an answering groan from behind me. All traces of humor had been wiped from Luke's lovely features and a flush had returned to his high cheek bones. As I approached him slowly, he did my work for me and put his arms together complacently behind the chair. I grasped my remaining articles of clothing, my discarded blouse and torn bra, tightly and walked around Luke as he tracked my progress raptly. I quickly bound his wrists together with the remnants of my bra and placed a light kiss on Luke's right shoulder. The muscle below the spot quivered briefly and I could feel the tension in his body. I lightly grasped his chin and forced his head back so that I was looking at his beautiful chocolate pools upside down. I quickly rolled up my blouse and settled the material over his eyes, cutting off his hungry and passionate gaze.

I gently removed his silken blond locks from the ineffectual clip and secured the cloth behind his head. I left his hair hanging loose and placed a second gentle kiss upon his upturned forehead. Sliding down to his left ear, I gave him a quick nip to the crest and he groaned lowly in response before I stepped away. I surveyed the results of my endeavor and couldn't help drinking in the site before me. Gabriel appeared to be heaving in large gulps of air and breathing out through his nose. Occasionally, his tongue would dart out as he played unconsciously with the delicious metal bar in his tongue. Luke was trembling in anticipation and the muscles in his arm would flex and relax as he appeared to test out my ties. He was tilting his head back and forth in an attempt to locate me, I think.

Feeling as if I had made them sweat it out enough, I took some pity on them. "Now this tiny naked general orders you soldiers to not move an inch or to say a word until I command otherwise. Is that understood?" Twin nods and grunts of assent met my expectant gaze. Feeling pleased, I nodded my own head.

"Good boys."

At this, I turned to appraise the collection of delicious goods sprawled across the counter. Tubs of melted milk and dark chocolate, caramel, and berry sauce greeted my eyes. My mouth watered at the delicious spread before me as I imagined them topping the delicious spread behind me. I could also see bowls of chocolate and vanilla ice cream that was currently melted into a soupy mess. It was the final item on the counter that drew and held my gaze. I carefully lifted a hand and dipped a single digit into the creamy concoction before bringing it to my mouth. Hmmmmm, fresh, homemade whipped cream. Perfect.

Selecting the treat, I quietly turned around to assess my potential victims. The boys appeared to be trying their hardest to follow my orders, but they fidgeted and strained ever so slightly against their bonds. Gabriel in particular appeared to be struggling with himself. I found myself glancing from first one boy to the other, trying to determine who to approach first. A small whisper of a whimper from Gabriel settled my indecision and I turned my focus on him. Luke would just have to wait for now.

I silently crept up to Gabriel and fully assessed the sight that graced my vision. And what a vision he was. His slim, but defined chest heaved with each breath he drew in and his abdominals quaked and danced under his skin. His jeans hung low on his slim hips and the start of that delicious V peaked out, covered in the remnants of the chocolate and cream that had melted down his front. While sitting, Gabriel's torso was an uncomfortable height for what I wanted to do. I debated briefly before sucking up my fraying courage and I dropped across Gabriel's lap, straddling his legs.

Gabriel stopped breathing in his surprise and sucked in his stomach for a second. His legs were rigid under me and he shifted once he recovered slightly. I felt something hard brush against my thigh and in confusion, I shifted and pressed further into it. Gabriel froze completely and a guttural moan escaped his parted mouth. As I connected the dots, I felt a blush flush rapidly across my face and down my neck.

"Sorry Gabriel, I didn't mean to." A second groan was the only response I received, as Gabriel bit his lip in desperation to hold his tongue. After my initial mortification, I found my natural curiosity rise up within me. Right in front of my eyes was one of those trails of chocolate sauce that had led me to distraction earlier. Gathering up my mettle, I leaned forward and I swiped one long slow lap of my tongue in an attempt to gather as much of the treat as I could. The rich sweetness of the chocolate combined with the salty slick of Gabriel's sweat made for a heady mixture on my tongue and I released a small moan at the taste. The muscles in Gabriel's chest quivered and his breathing picked up again. Gaining confidence, I dipped a finger within the container of the whipped cream and swiped it messily across the prominent arch of his collarbone. I slowly followed the trail, making sure to gather every last drop of the cool and lightly sweet treat. Much better, I thought to myself

I began experimenting with different locations along his body, listening to the growing chorus of sounds that emitted from Gabriel's lips as a guide. Even in pleasure, Gabriel's voice was golden and smooth. It caressed over my body and down my spine, pooling into my belly into an ever growing ache. I began to map out his body slowly, making sure to be thorough in my endeavor. At each whimper, cry, moan, and guttural rumble I wrenched out of his body, I felt more and more like a master musician. Gabriel became my instrument and I made him sing.

I felt the evidence of Gabriel's enjoyment stiffen until it was rock hard against my inner thigh. In experimentation, I rocked my hips gently into his narrow hip bones and he cried out. I froze, afraid I had hurt him with my movement. He only leaned his face into my shoulder and I felt him rock his hips into mine, whimpering into the side of my neck. Picking up on his cue, I started up a rhythm of meeting him rock for rock. Sparks of pleasure zinged through my core as I picked up the pace, chasing that wave of pleasure I knew was building up inside. As I focused on maintaining the current pace, I placed a dollop of the whipped cream onto my tongue and placed my lips gently onto Gabriel's. He hungrily accepted my kiss and swiftly took control, swiping his tongue into my mouth.

The cold and velvety caress of his piecing combined with the musky, salty warmth of his tongue was extremely pleasurable. I knew it had felt delicious and could make me see stars when he was between my legs, but I could never imagine that kissing could make me shiver with pure pleasure. Our hips and tongues bumped and ground together in ever more frantic motions, seeking some grand conclusion. Gabriel suddenly froze underneath me and groaned loudly and long into my mouth. His hips jolted in uncoordinated bursts before he suddenly slumped against the chair, boneless and replete. He looked glorious in his sweaty, blissed out, and breathless state.

I fought back a groan of disappointment as I realized what had happened. Gabriel had held out as long as he could, but he had reached his release before I had. I tempered my frustration with the knowledge that I had already climaxed once today and I still had one my boys to take care of. Gabriel had showed amazing restraint this whole time by biting off his words, but he broke when he recovered enough to realize what had happened himself.

"Shit, Trouble! Sang, I'm so sorry! That was really shitty of me, I'm so sor-"

I broke off his frenzied rush of apologies by crushing my mouth down onto his. I pulled back and felt myself grin. "What did I say about talking, soldier?" I taunted him and gave him a light smack to his chest as I got off his lap. He grinned in response and I saw him bite his bottom lip in an attempt to remain quiet. Satisfied with my accomplishment, I picked up the container of whipped cream and finally turned my attention to Luke. I had not heard a peep out of him this entire time and I finally caught site of what my playing with Gabriel had done to him.

A thin sheen of sweat covered his chest and small trickles fell down his beautiful and muscular torso. Almost violent tremors wracked his entire frame and his face was screwed up with the amount of concentration it took to keep himself in place. The muscle in his jaw twitched violently as he ground his teeth together. He was breathing in deep, controlled breathes and I could see his hands clenched into tight fists. A deep rush of guilt welled up at his current state, feeling like a horrible person for doing this to him. I rushed over and gently cupped his cheek so I could look in on him, raising his face so I could get a better look.

His face relaxed almost instantly at my touch and I was taken aback. Moments ago, he had looked like he had been in extreme pain, but his entire frame had gone from complete rigidity to fully relaxed in the span of a heartbeat. The speed of the complete transformation left me more than a confused. He leaned fully into my hand and I felt my concern beginning to slip away. Whatever had been the matter appeared to have disappeared when I approached him. I dropped into his lap swiftly, fully intending to pay Luke back for the delicious experience earlier this evening and for making him wait.

This time, I was not surprised to feel the hardness in his lap pressing up into my legs. He appeared to be fully hard, based off of my experience with Gabriel. At the confident rocking of my hips, Luke groaned huskily and low in response. I had just smeared my first dollop of whipped cream across his neck when I caught a loud jingling and clatter from the front of the restaurant. Luke and I froze, ears desperately opening to catch any sound. The loud rumble of North's voice and the rich bass chuckle of Silas reached our ears, followed by the nice baritone of Uncle's voice. I heard Gabriel curse spectacularly behind me and suddenly he was lifting me up off of Luke. As soon as I was clear from his lap, Luke popped up and ripped off my blouse from his eyes.

The panic in his gaze was clear to me as he and Gabriel had a quick conversation in that silent way of theirs. Faster than I could comprehend, they appeared to have reached an agreement and we were suddenly shoving our way into what appeared to be a small broom closet. I found myself tightly sandwiched with Gabriel behind me and Luke to my front. Despite the blood pounding in my ears and the adrenalin rushing through my veins, I was very much aware of my bare breasts pressing against the rise of Luke's very bare front. The inferno that was Gabriel pressed into my back and I felt as if I would melt between their combined heat.

I forced myself to focus on what was going on in the kitchen. North and Silas's booming voices suddenly increased in volume and I jolted in surprise. They must have just walked into the heart felt like it would burst out of my chest at any moment. I could feel the matching pounding of the boy's hearts against my ribcage as we all froze.

"Ah, what the fuck is this shit? Fucking Luke! He knows better than to leave a fucking mess all over the kitchen!"

Despite the seriousness of the situation, I got a mental image of the mess of chocolate, berry, caramel sauce and whipped cream that must have been all over the counter and on the floor. Half eaten cake and mousse smeared across the countertop and the table cloth, probably irreparably stained with two lone chairs sitting prominently facing one another nearby. I pressed my face into Luke's chest to smother my giggles at this mental image. I felt answering shudders in the front and back and knew that the boys had imagined the same image. After all, we hadn't been all the careful or clean.

I heard a low whistle and a slight chuckle before Silas interrupted North's ranting. "Maybe he and Gabriel got into a food fight? Weren't they supposed to be here working on the new desserts for the menu?"

"That they were, but those boys know better than to leave the kitchen in this state." Uncle's tone sounded disappointed and more than a little irritated. I felt Luke flinch in front of me, a wince of his face. From what I had seen of his interactions with Uncle, it was obvious that Luke really admired and loved the man. He probably did not like disappointing him.

"Damn right they know fucking better! What the fucking shit were they thinking!?"

"Well, we can't leave this as it is. We need to clean up this mess. I'll make Gabe and Luke work extra shifts for this one." I winced myself at Uncle's irritated tone and felt really bad that the boys were getting blamed for a mess that we had all made.

Suddenly, a series of loud clattering sounded nearby and I jumped in response. Luke saw my confusion and signed to me. The sink. He's throwing dishes in it. I felt Gabriel's arms tighten around my waist and Luke tightened his own arms in response. I listened as North rampaged around the kitchen, cursing up a blue streak, with Silas grumbling intermittently.

A sudden twist of the door knob in front of us froze the breath in my lungs. Oh no! If it was North, we were all about to die. I also felt a twinge of guilt at what he or Silas would think if they found us here. The sudden influx of bright light blinded me and I was able to pick up a small inhalation of air. When my vision cleared, I found myself staring into the gob smacked face of Uncle.

Oh, I lied, this was so much worse than North or Silas. I felt Luke and Gabe angle themselves in front of me, covering me as fully as possible from Uncle's shocked gaze, but there was no way he didn't see my state of undress. Combined with the shirtless state of the boys and the remnants of our experimentation, there was no way Uncle had any doubt about what we had been up to. I waited for Uncle to start yelling at us, which would in turn attract North and Silas. However, I found my mouth pop open as Uncle swiftly shut the closet door. I heard him clear his throat loudly once, twice.

"On the other hand, how about we leave this for the boys to clean up bright and early tomorrow? We're all a little tired and I'm sure it will be a fascinating explanation as to why the boys left the kitchen this way. Besides, I got the keys that I had left behind, so why don't we call it a night?"

I found myself further shocked at Uncle's response. He had totally just covered our butts! I had been almost certain that this night was going to end in tears and screaming. That Silas and North would never want to speak to me again. I had been afraid that North would end up hating Luke, a thought that sent a pang through my heart. I would have never expected this outcome at all. Despite my mortification at getting caught in such a compromising position, I felt a surge of warmth and gratitude to Uncle.

After another agonizing fifteen minutes in which Uncle cajoled North and Silas into leaving, I finally heard the group leave the kitchen. I released a huge gust of air in relief and heard two answering relieved chuckles. That had been way too close. I opened my mouth to make sure the boys were ok when we heard the door open again. We instantly tensed up in response and I heard a loudly jangle of noise outside the door. I tried to understand what was happening when I heard North's voice raise in question.

"What are you doing Uncle? Did you forget something again?"

"Oh no, I was just locking up for the night."

At his amused tone, I found myself confused further. Luke and Gabriel apparently understood his meaning, however, because their arms around me became rigid and Luke's mouth dropped open in what appeared to be horror. After the diner fell into silence once again, Luke and Gabriel both frantically reached for the door knob and jiggled it desperately. When it refused to budge even the slightest inch, I understood what had happened. Uncle had locked us in! Any warm feelings of gratitude that I had felt towards the man evaporated in an instance. As I snapped out of my horrified thoughts, I heard Luke and Gabriel squabbling back and forth.

"Can't you pick this fucking lock?"

"Dude, it locks with a padlock on the outside. How in the hell do you propose I picklock it?'

As they snipped at one another, I slid down the wall of the closet in a daze. It wasn't the right place, nor the right time, but I felt a hysterical giggle bubble up my throat. Before I knew it, I was howling in laughter, tears streaming down my face. I was stuck, buck naked, in a broom closet with a half naked Gabriel and Luke after being locked in by Luke's had seen me mostly naked. The boys were looking down at me with dumbfounded expression before they slowly started grinning. Pretty soon, chuckles burst out. Within moments, we were all howling laughing at the insanity of the situation, our arms cradling our stomachs until they hurt.

After the cathartic release of our giggle fit, we sat side by side. I felt Luke's hip press into mine as he leaned into my one side and Gabriel's leg lined up with mine on the other. Once we had recollected ourselves enough, I found myself breaking the silence.

"So we're stuck in a closet until Uncle seems fit to let us out. What should we do to pass the time?"

The boys chuckled in response to my question and I felt Luke wrap his arm around my shoulder. He dropped his mouth down to my ear and the sudden husky quality of it went right to my belly.

"Well, we never did get to finish what we started did we? And look, you even brought the whipped cream!"