Trust Goes Both Ways
"Admit it, Wade," Heath says simply. "You can't bottom and top us. And you know it."
Wade growls softly and scrubs a hand over his face, his other hand occupied in stroking through Drew's long, slightly damp hair. After the impromptu table sex, he'd made sure to get both of his boys into the bath to soothe the soreness from their muscles and they'd taken to lounging on the couch since dinner is still a bit away. Now, though, Wade almost wishes he'd just put them both in bed because Heath has been on and on about this for nearly twenty minutes and he is getting sick of it. Granted, it's Drew's fault for bringing it up in the first place but how can Wade fault him when he has told Drew many, many times since last night to be vocal about what he wants? If he doesn't put it into words, how is Wade going to be able to give it to him?
"I can do anything I set my mind to, love. You should remember that." Wade glances down to see Drew's eyes still pleasantly glassy, staring through the TV instead of at it.
This time, Wade is not wholly sure he can give Drew what he asked for and he needs a little more time to think about it before giving a definite answer. Much as he loves Heath and Drew, he's never bottomed to anyone. His ass if off limits in the bedroom for many, many reasons but the fact is, he's just a little bit scared of the whole thing. Not that he thinks his boys will hurt him, but he knows first times hurt and he has enough to deal with, taking care of both of them.
Heath pokes him in the side. "Well, Drew asked for it and you told him you'd give him what he wanted as long as it's reasonable. I don't see why this isn't reasonable, Barrett."
"Can you just hush for five minutes so I can hear my own thoughts instead of your voice loudly playing over them?" Wade demands, not in the mood to listen to Heath's mouth. Then again, he's rarely ever in the mood for that, really. "I have every intention of thinking about how to best go about this if you just shush and give me a minute to plan everything out."
"Y'know, if you would just say please, I might be more inclined to do what you ask me to do." Heath pouts at him and as annoying as it is, Wade also has to resist the urge to kiss that pretty pout because Heath just has lovely lips and, really, not a damn thing about any of this is fair.
Instead, he narrows his eyes at the younger man. "Really, Heath? Mouthing off is sure to get you a punishment if you keep it up. Do you want to see Drew in pleasure or yourself in pain?"
"Well… Drew, but that's hardly a fair question." Heath's hand steals out to play with Drew's hair, playing with the lightest, almost honey-colored strands. "He's just so pretty like this."
"Exactly. So be quiet for a few minutes and then, if you're both up to it, we can go into the playroom and get this started." Bravado. Such bravado. But he has to stay in control of this.
Drew's baby blues flicker up to him, hope dancing in that pretty gaze and Wade groans inwardly. "Does that mean you're going to let me do it tonight? Like, really do it?"
"I told you that if it was within my power to grant you what you want, then I would." Wade has to bite down on his lower lip, though. What is it that these bloody yanks say? Fake it 'til you make it or something along those lines? "I just need to think this all out, Drew."
That at least is mostly true. He needs time to think out how he plans to deal with his own anxiety during this because both Drew and Heath trust him, and he needs to reassure them that they can continue to trust him with things like this. If they ask for things like this, and he can't grant them, then he'll be leaving them unfulfilled and he can't stand doing that. They're his submissives and he is the one charged with caring for them. What Drew's asked for doesn't violate Wade's limits at all, and so he can't just brush it off and say that refuses to do it. What kind of Dom does that make him to the two of them? A bad one. And he refuses to be a bad Dom to his boys.
Wade breathes a sigh and wraps a hand around the back of Drew's neck, drawing him up until Drew gets the hint and sits up. Then Wade stands and turns to his boys, watching them glance at each other in question. Heath gets it first and his lascivious smile brings an echoing one from Drew. "All right, boys. You know the drill. Once we cross the threshold, you obey me."
"Without question or we face punishment for our infractions," Drew murmurs, and Wade smiles in approval and nods, then turns his gaze on Heath and simply waits.
"We refer to you only as sir and we don't speak without permission," Heath continues, that twang just doing delicious things to Wade. "We have our safe words to use if need be."
Back to Drew, who continues on seamlessly. "Green means we're fine and we can keep going. Yellow means we need to take a breath and regroup. Red means everything needs to stop."
Nodding, Wade turns and heads for the bedroom, shedding his button-up and tossing it over the back of one of the living room chairs. Heath and Drew are in their boxers and he can hear them shedding the clothing before following them. He flicks the light on inside of the room and closes the door once his boys step inside. At once, they both fall to their knees for him.
"Drew…" Wade licks his lips, then breathes out a slow sigh. "You said you wanted to have me top you from the bottom. Heath, you'll help Drew get me ready and fuck him once he's done."
There's something to be said for the contrast between them. Heath's fair skin shows his flush so much more clearly but there's something just as lovely about the way Drew's golden skin takes some of the vividness out of his. His boys are works of art, clearly; both of them are flawless.
"Do you both understand?" he asks, glancing back and forth between their rapt expressions.
A soft, husky chorus of yes, sir makes him smile and he takes a moment to stroke first Heath's hair, then Drew's. How many Doms can say they have access to such lovely and willing subs who are so very, very pleasing? Likely none; Wade knows he's a lucky, lucky man.
"I want both of you up on the bed, first," he says, his voice taking on the commanding tone it does when he wants his boys to do exactly as he says. "Before we start this, I want to watch you two lovingly appreciate each other. You have both come an extraordinarily long way together, and now you're going to show each other just how deep your love runs."
It's horribly sappy and he knows it, but he keeps his face straight and watches the boys rise, their hands meeting in the middle as they head over to the massive bed. Drew crawls up first, flopping down against the mattress and Heath is on top of him a moment later, braced above him with his elbows on either side of Drew's face. Between the two of them a soft look passes and then Heath leans down, their lips meeting in a chaste kiss. Wade's breath catches in his throat as he watches them, Drew's hands sliding into Heath's hair as the kiss deepens, giving way to lips moving and tongues curling together. Their legs entwine and he has to resist the urge to join them, to touch all of the bare skin they so lovingly offer him on nights like this. His boys are so perfect.
Drew's hands leave Heath's hair, smoothing down the plane of his back and Heath shifts his weight to one elbow so he can trace the bone structure of Drew's face with his hand. Then his lips leave Drew's, trail down to Drew's jaw and further down to his throat, leaving wet little kiss that draw slow, peaceful sighs from the Scot's lips. Hard to think he did something that earned him these two, but Wade is quickly running out of other ideas for how he was blessed with them.
"All right. That's enough." He waits for them to separate, their eyes glazed as they look up at him. Fuck, so lovely. "If you want my ass, Drew, you're going to have to earn that privilege."
Bright blue eyes blaze and Drew sits up, breath coming in eager little pants as he struggles to catch it. "How am I going to earn it, sir? I'll do whatever you want me to do."
"You'll do that anyway, pet. You don't have much of a choice." Wade moves to the side of the bed and Drew crawls across it, pressing his head into Wade's hand like a kitten looking for pets.
"Yes, sir," Drew purrs, and Wade smirks to himself, unable to help it really. His little Scot sounds so much like a cat and it's a slight turn on, especially when he remembers the collar…
Wade shakes that off and focuses himself. "You're going to show me the proper respect I deserve as your Dominant and as your lover. And you're going to start by worshipping my dick."
He probably has a fetish for Drew sucking his cock at this point and blames that on his reasoning—but it's also good practice because if Drew wants something so badly, he'll have to work for it. Wade gestures for Heath to scoot over and flops down on the mattress, folding his arms behind his head and cocking an eyebrow at Drew. It takes the pretty brunette a minute to understand, his hands moving to the front of Wade's jeans and unfastening them. Even though he has seen Drew do this a million times—to both him and Heath—Wade is never not turned on by it and smirks as he leans back, planning on enjoying this to the fullest extent. Drew tugs at the denim, only getting it down so far before Wade has to lift his hips to free it the rest of the way. No point in putting boxers on underneath it; the denim is old and worn, not likely to chafe, and underwear would only have gotten in the way of this, anyway.
"Get those pretty lips wet for me, pet," Wade commands lazily, watching Drew's face.
Confusion flashes across Drew's face before he slowly smoothes his tongue over his full lips.
Then he leans forward, one hand wrapping around the base to keep Wade steady and he has to force himself to keep his eyes open because the way those lips feel brushing over his head? Fucking glorious. Drew is far too talented at this for his own good. But God, it's so good.
He starts out slow, little licks to the head and wet kisses, and Wade just relaxes into the sheets and revels in it. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Heath is already achingly hard and shifting on the sheets, cussing softly beneath his breath where he thinks no one will hear him even though the room is quite other than the wet sounds from Drew's ministrations. Chuckling, Wade offers an arm to Heath, letting him curl up beside him—but not too close, not close enough to make things for Drew more difficult. Wade believes in being fair, after all.
"Want me to touch you while Drew earns his reward?" he asks Heath, hand already drifting lower, knuckles brushing over Heath's smooth chest before roughly grasping his cock.
Heath's breath stutters and his hips buck forward, his eyes fluttering shut as his lips part so slightly—it's like he's trying to kill Wade at this point, really. "P-please, sir."
Wade hums softly in acknowledgment and keeps a steady pace on Heath's dick, feeling the veins pulse beneath the flushed, hot skin while he keeps his eyes firmly on Drew. Those plush lips are already red from the wet slide of the friction, blue eyes lidded so his long lashes create the faintest shadows on his cheeks. It's such a pretty sight, really, especially when coupled with the lewd, wet sounds of his slurping and sucking as he tries desperately to plead.
Then Drew hums and Wade's head slams back into the pillows, his eyes squeezing shut at the intense pleasure that seems to shoot straight through his body. The vibrations are lovely and he revels in them for a moment, then gets a handful of hair and jerks Drew off of his cock before he has a chance to come. Drew will be responsible for making that happen, but not like this.
"Did I earn it, sir?" Drew asks, his breath coming in shallow pants as he drags his tongue over his lips, licking away a smear of pre-come and Wade nearly loses it at the sight.
"Mm, not quite." Wade smirks up at him and lets go of Heath, ignoring the disgruntled noise from the redhead. "You want my ass, do you not? Isn't that what you asked me for, pet?"
Drew's cheeks flush slightly and he nods, an unfamiliar glimmer entering his eyes. It's too bad he isn't guessing what Wade wants him to do next because to him, it seems bloody obvious.
"Oh, fuck. Really, sir?" Heath asks from beside him and Wade glances over at him, cocking a brow at him in silent question. But he can see that Heath knows and he smirks in answer.
"If you want the privilege and yes, it is a privilege, Drew, then you need to earn it. I've made that perfectly clear, have I not?" Wade glances up at Drew, waiting for him to nod curiously before continuing. "Then what part of my body do you think I'm going to demand you worship now?"
Drew's face goes delightfully confused for a moment before his eyes widen and his jaw slackens just the tiniest bit. Good pet. Took you long enough to figure it out. "A-are you sure, sir?"
"I think I know what I like, pet." Wade can't help but chuckle. Drew's concern is cute.
But Drew nods and flattens himself against the mattress, and Wade shifts so his knees are bent and spread, his eyes falling closed because he doesn't need to see Drew to truly enjoy this. Besides, he doesn't really want to see Heath's face while this happens and it's bad enough he's going to hear the noises both of them make, not to mention his own. He gets a handful of the coverlet and holds onto it tightly, an involuntary shudder traveling through his body when he feels Drew's hands slide under his ass, lifting him slightly off of the bed and spreading him open. It's been far too long since he's been on the receiving end of this and he's more than ready.
His breath hitches when he feels Drew's tongue lick over him in a slow slide that makes his muscles twitch. He's far too talented with that tongue and proves it a moment later, licking again but slower before easing his tongue inside. Biting down on his lower lip, Wade tightens his grip on the comforter and has to fight not to grab Heath. Instead, he just rests his trembling hand on his other sub's hip, just trying to keep himself anchored and remind Heath he knows he's there.
Drew's hands keep a firm grip on his ass while his tongue begins a slow, serpentine dance inside of Wade that has him seeing stars. He's tight and that means Drew's licks touch more skin, alighting more nerves and making Wade feel like he's burning from the inside out. He gives up holding the blanket and gets his hand in Drew's hair instead, a low moan breaking free from his lips. When Drew licks steadily deeper, fingers digging into Wade's ass for better purchase, the groan that Wade lets loose is much louder and gets an answering chuckle from Heath.
"That sounds so fucking hot, sir. Make that noise again," Heath pleads, and Wade growls softly.
"I am not going to make any bloody—Fuck." He arches up, unable to keep himself still when Drew curls his tongue inside of him. "Oh, fucking hell, pet, you're going to kill you."
A hand brushes across his chest and Wade opens his eyes long enough to realize it's Heath's before it wraps around his cock, jerking another moan from his lips. "Lie back and enjoy it, sir."
Drew seems to hum in agreement and Wade flops back against the sheets, suddenly helpless at the hands of his two submissives—but that's just fine because he trusts them. So he lets his eyes fall closed again and moans, hips rocking desperately to the rhythm Heath's hand and Drew's tongue create together. Is this what he's been doing to his boys when he plays with them like this? Is this what it feels like to have sensation after sensation poured on by two people instead of just one? He'll have to do this more often because it feels good and the fact he knows the two of them still obey him is an even bigger turn-on. Fuck, he loves his boys so much.
He pushes at Drew's head after a moment, though, forcing him away and getting an eyeful of those eyes gone dark with lust and need. Slowly, Wade pushes himself up into a sitting position and has to suck in a harsh breath to fill his lungs. He knows what's coming next, and even though he knows this is for the good of his beautiful boys, he's allowed to be terrified.
Drew seems to sense this and cocks his head up at Wade. "Is something wrong, sir?"
"Not at all, pet. It's just been a very long time since I've done anything like this." Lies. Lies. Lies. "By which I mean to say, I haven't done this before and it's a little… Intimidating."
"Never, sir?" Heath asks, his eyes blown wide and the shock in Drew's gaze mirrors Heath's with damn near perfect precision. They really are a matched pair after all.
Drew bites down on his lower lip. "And you were going to let me be the first, sir?"
"That's the plan, unless you've decided otherwise," Wade confirms, watching Drew's face.
"N-no, sir. I'm just… I didn't expect that." Drew's brows furrow and Wade gives him a minute to sort his thoughts before Drew smiles up at him. "I promise to make it good for you, sir."
Wade nods and Drew is suddenly between his still-spread legs, one hand knotted in his hair while the Scotsman kisses him roughly, claiming his mouth with a ferocity that's vaguely shocking from him. He feels Heath leave the bed and return after a little shuffling around, and Wade can't really help but tense because he knows what's coming and he's a bloody virgin, he's allowed to be nervous his first time. Though part of it is a little exciting as well because he's picked the perfect person to give this to. Not that he won't give Heath something in the future as well, but Drew has worked his ass off to make things work with the two of them and he deserves this. He and Heath have come to love their darling Celt more than words can say, and being able to give him something like this is more than worthwhile as far as Wade is concerned.
There's the popping sound of a cap being opened and then Drew's hand is between his legs, going somewhere it hasn't prior to now. Wade swears softly and spreads more, trying to shift so Drew can reach him more easily. No sense in making this harder than it has to be, after all.
He has to bite down hard on his lower lip to hold in the grunt when Drew presses one finger inside of him, the lube doing very little to ease how much it hurts to be opened like this. Heath makes a noise and Wade's lip is pulled from between his teeth, his head turning so Heath can lay a kiss on his lips and it's so fucking good he just has to lean into it. Not that it does much to distract him from Drew's finger inside of him, slowly sliding deeper, curling inside of him.
"He's so tight," Drew whispers, and Wade vaguely realizes he's talking to Heath.
"Considering he's a virgin, I can't say I'm surprised," Heath muses, the hand on Wade's dick twisting just barely and igniting him. "It'll be okay. He can take this. I know he can take this."
Drew makes a noise but eventually nods, and then a second finger pushes in, drawing a pathetic whine from Wade's mouth. "Shh, sir. It's okay. Just breathe. It's okay."
And Wade knows it's okay but the pain is sharper, more intense, and he's clinging to Drew's fingers so tightly that every movement is too much friction. It burns but he breathes through it, knowing how much it hurts and how he just has to ride it out, let his body adjust and his muscles loosen to accommodate the penetration. Still, does it have to hurt so damn much?
Drew makes a noise and Wade looks at him, trying to figure out what that noise means when a jolt of pleasure shocks his system. His thighs quiver at it and he groans lowly, wilting back against the pillows again. It doesn't entirely erase the pain but melds with it, making it more bearable and giving him a reason to go back for more when Drew's fingers find that spot again.
And Wade remembers this is something Drew has plenty of experience with from topping Heath so many times, which is why the pain begins to ebb soon after. It sparks up again when a third finger joins the first two but then dies down again, just a warm stretch, a feeling of fullness combined with the pleasure of having his prostate messaged slowly but surely by those talented fingers. Maybe he needs to just take the embargo off his ass because he's more than willing to let his boys earn this reward more often as long as they do this good of a job every time.
When Drew goes for another kiss, Wade grabs the back of his head and quickly takes over, pushing his tongue into Drew's mouth and keeping their lips fused together. Heath moans and moves in closer; three people kissing is a messy and wet challenge but they've mastered it and it only serves to enhance this moment of the three of them being together like this.
He lets Drew go after a moment and pushes him back again, grabbing him by the hips and quickly flipping their positions so Drew is the one pinned to the mattress beneath him. Stunned, Drew stares up at him and Wade grabs his wrists, using the length of cord looped through the grating on the headboard to tie Drew's wrists together. It leaves him helpless and Heath makes a startled sound at it, looking up at Wade with something on the edge of respect. Chuckling, Wade grabs him by the hair and pulls him closer, breathing a sigh across his lips before kissing him.
"Prep him while I get situated," he commands, and Heath nods, hurriedly moving behind Wade, probably kneeling between Drew's spread thighs. Too bad Wade won't be seeing that.
Instead, he shifts again so he can get a hand around the base of Drew's cock, gripping him firmly before positioning himself over him. He feels Heath's hand joining his a moment later, spreading lube over Drew's cock before disappearing. Good boy. Wade takes a deep breath and slowly lowers himself down, shuddering at the pain as Drew slowly breaches the entrance of his body.
"Fuck," he whispers, and then Heath is at his back, bracing him so he doesn't lose his balance.
A slick hand wraps around his cock, slowly jerking. "Breathe, sir," Heath whispers in his ear.
He doesn't recall asking Heath to touch him but is more than glad the younger man has taken it upon himself to do so because it helps distract Wade from feeling like his body is being split apart at the seams. He damn near chokes trying to take deep breaths to relax himself as he slowly slides down, and at least there's lube because otherwise he would probably be fucking crying at how much this hurts. But Drew just holds perfectly still, staring up at him in wonder.
When he bottoms out, he just slumps forward and shudders at the sensation of being so full. Heath's lips dust kisses over his shoulder blades while Drew continues to keep himself still.
Wade finds his voice a moment later. "Is this what you wanted, pet?" he asks, looking at Drew.
"Yes, sir," Drew whispers, looking somewhere between confused and enraptured all at once.
Then he starts making noises and Wade knows that Heath is slowly prepping Drew, stretching his ass for another round. The little jostling movements hurt but Wade keeps sucking in air and watching Drew's face, the little sighs leaving his lips, the moans, the way his long lashes flutter and his hips twitch and tremble helplessly. Only when Heath is deep inside of Drew, which sends Drew's hips bucking up hard does Wade remember he needs to keep his sub's attention.
He wraps Drew's hair around his fingers and jerks his head to the side, making those pretty eyes open wide. "Still think it's funny to laugh over me not being able to top you from the bottom?"
Drew makes a choked sound and Wade scoffs, moving his hand to Drew's throat instead and pressing down until Drew whines and arches his neck, further cutting off his own air supply. A low growl leaves Wade's lips and he assesses his body before he decides he's fine. So he braces his hands on Drew's shoulders, gripping them tightly to keep the Scotsman still as he slowly rises up and slides back down, the friction much easier, almost pleasant in comparison to earlier. And it's worth the low gasp from Drew whose eyes are focused where their bodies meet.
Wade slaps him and Drew's eyes jerk back up to his face, cheeks flushing as the realization he's been found out spreads through him. Good. Wade replaces his hand on Drew's shoulders and finds a slow and steady pace on top of him, feeling Heath slowly match him from behind, low pants of hot breath dancing along the back of his neck. But his eyes stay on Drew; Heath is fine, he's doing what he's been told to do and Wade needs to make sure he sends this message to both of them before they think they can mouth off to him like that again.
"How does it feel to get fucked, pet?" he demands and Drew stares up at him, mildly shocked and shuddering beneath him. "Both of us at the same time. You must feel so lucky."
He doesn't give Drew a chance to answer, wrapping a hand back around his throat and coming down on him hard. It hurts a little but it's a good pain and the face Drew makes is more than worth it. Poor thing can't even move right now because there's no way to match both Wade and Heath at the same time so he's just lying there, taking it like the submissive little thing he is. It's gorgeous and Wade will have to film him like this one day. And replay it over and over again.
"You both belong to me," Wade growls, leaning down to crush Drew's lips in a bruising kiss. "And you always will. You are mine and I will command your body in any and all positions."
Heath moans from behind him, effected by the words more than anything else and Wade smirks at the sound, reaching back to tangle his fingers in long ginger locks. He yanks hard, pulling Heath down with him so the redhead blankets his back as he kisses Drew again, tugging at his lips with his teeth, forcing his tongue deep into Drew's mouth. There's no resistance, just automatic yielding and loud, excited moans he licks from Drew's tongue like candy.
He shoves Heath back so he can straighten up once again, groaning himself at how far Drew is stretching him. But it's good, it's so fucking good and now he knows why his boys downright beg for his cock by the end of their scenes. Why they offer themselves so freely and damn near beg when he teases them. He never knew it could ever feel as good as it does now.
When he comes down at a slightly different angle, Drew drags along his prostate and he nearly fucking does from the white hot pleasure that hits him in the gut at the sensation. And no fucking wonder his boys go wild for him when he hits them there, not if it feels this good. He has to brace himself on Drew's shoulders again, finding that magic angle again and moaning freely.
"Are you close, pet?" he growls, fisting his hands in the bedding on either side of Drew's head, his hips bucking and twitching furiously. "I can feel how close you are, Drew. Beg for it."
Drew whines and throws his head back into the pillows, struggling against the cable around his wrists, trying to withhold his orgasm and speak all at once. "S-sir, please. Please, I want to c-come so bad. I'm so close and I can't h-hold it much longer. I—Please, sir, please let me come."
"Are you done playing games with me, then? Are you done making assumptions and laughing at your master?" Wade pulls Drew's head back and kisses him furiously, forcing his tongue into Drew's mouth again before continuing. "You are mine. You are both mine. Your body is mine. And I will use it to get my pleasure any way I see fit. Including this one. Understood?"
"Yes, sir." Drew shudders and moans, throwing his head back as Heath no doubt hits his spot and from the way his body jolts, hits it as hard as he can. "Sir, p-please—"
Wade smiles slowly and nods; Drew's learned his lesson, then. "Come for me, pet. Come now!"
"Thank you," Drew whispers, and then his voice is ripped apart in a scream as his body bucks up, slamming him deeper into Wade, almost hard enough to actually hurt but not quite.
Drew rides the orgasm beautifully, his hair spread around his face in a honey-chestnut halo and his face flushed and sweaty. Wade kisses him briefly before slowly lifting himself off of him, lying down on the mattress next to him. Chuckling, he watches Heath slowly pull himself out of Drew and is more than a little glad to see the ginger hasn't come. He doesn't have permission yet.
"Sir?" Heath asks after a moment, body shivering and twitching slightly.
Luckily, Wade hasn't come yet either, but then he planned it this way for a reason. He slowly sits up and beckons Heath closer. "Like Drew, you have to earn your orgasm, love. I'm going to use your body to get myself off. Only then are you going to be allowed to come. Understood?"
Heath's eyes widen a touch but he nods and Wade pushes him down on the mattress, straddling him much the way he did Drew, slowly sinking down. He's not much smaller than Drew.
"You belong to me," he tells Heath, knotting his fingers in that pretty orange hair. "Don't you ever forget that. And learn to watch that pretty mouth when you're told to."
"Yes, sir," Heath whispers, reaching up to grab the grating on the bed, smart move since Wade doesn't have another cable to bind him with. Smart move, indeed, or maybe just a smart boy.
Wade bites down on his lower lip and finds the pace he wants, angling his body so that Heath slides against his spot with every thrust. Though he's aching to jerk himself off, finish this because the pleasure is coiled so tight in his stomach it's almost frustrating he hasn't come yet, he doesn't. Because he can get them off without touching him. They deserve to have that, too.
And after Heath has always given himself beautifully, he deserves this.
He loves Drew, and he's falling deeper in love with him every day, but Wade has loved Heath for years and giving him this is one way he can show Heath just how much he's come to love him and trust him. How the time they've spent together, the good and the bad, has come to mean everything to him. It's not just having someone to come home to or someone waiting backstage for him after a match. It's not having a fuck buddy every night. It's having someone who knows him in every way, who's nursed him through injuries, who he's nursed through injuries, who knows how ugly the darkest part of him is and still loves all of him just the same.
So he doesn't get rough with Heath like he got rough with Drew; he's made his point and it's there in Heath's eyes as his hands slowly come to rest on Wade's hips. The touch is electric, another way their bodies are linked and it's an even smarter move than grabbing the grating. Then his back is blanketed by warmth and he realizes Drew has moved to kneel behind him.
It doesn't take a genius to figure out Heath probably undid the cable while Wade was looking down at him and he will punish Heath for that later, but for now he just relishes the way Drew's arms wrap around him, lips trailing along his shoulders as he fucks down harder on Heath. He doesn't say a word right now because having his boys like this, supporting him and fucking there for him on what is a pretty big occasion is more than that. It's more than head games and obedience and punishment. It's more than earning rewards. It's this silent assurance that they will always be here, something he's been drilling into them since their first night together.
It's probably that magic of the moment that really does it for him, that spills blinding pleasure and love into an orgasm that rips a scream like he's never heard out of his throat. He's thrashing and he can't help it, his breathing erratic but he's not falling, not losing his balance because Drew is there holding him up, pressed tight to his back and whispering in his ear. When he finally comes down, Heath grips his hips tightly and thrusts up once, crying out his pleasure.
The room is astoundingly quiet for a moment, just the three of them struggling to catch their breath, and then Drew helps him off of Heath and onto the bed, spilling him across the mattress so he has a chance to breathe, a chance to rest. It's Drew who retrieves the toilettes from the drawer to wipe all of them down. Wade makes a mental note to reward him for this at some later point in time, maybe their last night tomorrow. As soon as Drew's done, he returns to the bed and curls up between them, resting his head on Wade's shoulder and looking up at him silently. Chuckling, Wade brushes a kiss over his forehead and savors the shy little smile Drew sends up at him. Moments like these make their relationship just perfect.
Heath pulls his typical octopus move, wrapping himself around Drew from behind, arms fast around his torso and legs twined with his so there's no hope of Drew possible escaping without jostling him awake. Wade turns to face Drew and lets the Scot use his arm as a pillow, playing with Drew's tousled hair. They all need to shower off after this but it's rather warm in the bed and Wade has no desire to actually move. Instead, he finds Drew's lips with his own and kisses him gently, then leans over him to kiss Heath, too. Heath mumbles against his lips, grinning.
He's sure he's about to doze off when Drew's soft voice startles him. At first he doesn't hear what he say and has to prop his head up on his head, peering down into Drew's uncertain face. They're still in the playroom and so speaking out of turn is still a risk, but the fact the poor thing is trying to talk to him just the same makes him smile softly, earning a grin from Drew in return.
"I didn't hear what you said, pet. Can you repeat yourself?" he asks.
"I just said thank you," Drew replies, fingers tracing a delicate path along Wade's cheek, through the beard on his jaw. "You didn't have to do that for me. Give me that. It was… Perfect."
Wade chuckles and kisses him on the nose. "You deserved that. You know you did."
"You could've let it be Heath," Drew points out, and Wade has to nod because it's true. He could have. "But you let me be your first and that means a lot to me, sir."
Wade can't help the sappy smile as he kisses Drew again. "You're more than welcome."
Heath makes a noise at them, waggling his eyebrows suggestively, but Wade just rolls his eyes before leaning up to kiss his redhead once more as well. These boys are probably going to be the death of him, but it's more than a good way to go out and at least they'll both be beside him when it happens. That is the part of this that matters the most, and they all know it.
"So," Heath says brightly, "I think tomorrow night, we should talk latex."
A/N: Rest assured that when Heath says they're going to talk latex, they are not talking about the new ring gear of Seth Rollins. I am very happy to have continued support on this story and I hope you all continue to enjoy it.