Latex

It's their last night together and tonight is the night they talk latex. Drew is more than a little nervous about this; he has no idea what Wade does with latex, why he finds it sexy, or what Wade expects him to do with latex. It's not the weirdest kink he's ever heard of; after all, he was the one who more or less asked Wade to knock him to the floor and call him names to turn him on. It worked, too. And thus far, Wade hasn't done anything that's made him uncomfortable enough to stop the scene. He's been the best Dom Drew can ask for, and Drew just hopes he's been just as good in response. It helps that Heath has been here to ground both of them and provide a foil for them, relaxing both of them and calming them, centering both of them.

But when Heath steps into the bedroom with the black shopping bag in hand, Drew's pulse jumps in his throat and he feels himself start to sweat all over again. He has no idea what's in the bag, much less what he has to do with it and factoring all of that in together is making him start to freak out more than a little. What he needs is Wade to come in here and reassure him everything is going to be okay, but Wade was insistent on Heath being the one to step in and get Drew ready, giving the two submissives a chance to bond without Wade hovering over them.

"You look nervous, Drew," Heath muses as he closes the bedroom door, leaving the two of them alone in the playroom. It feels weird to be in here without Wade, but not too weird.

Drew bites down on his lower lip and shrugs, eyes focused on the bag as Heath sets it on the trunk at the foot of the bed. "Just a little nervous. Never done anything with latex before and I'm not quite sure what Barrett wants me to do with it. Am I wearing it or something?"

"That you are. Wade likes latex because it's clear and colorful and shiny." Heath flashes him a wide smile. "You're gonna be naked for this to work, though. So take your clothes off."

"Aren't you going to tell me what I have to wear first?" Drew asks, fingers knotting in the bottom of his t-shirt, not quite willing to pull it over his head and discard it just yet.

Heath shakes his head and Drew huffs but slowly draws his shirt over his head and folds it up with shaking fingers, smoothing it out before placing it neatly on the nightstand. Then off come the jeans and his boxers, leaving him entirely naked. He can feel Heath's eyes roaming over him unashamedly and tosses a flirty smile over his shoulder, amused with how confident he feels to have one of his boyfriends staring at him like this. How can he be so relaxed out of clothes with Heath's eyes, dark and hot as smoldering coals, slowly caressing every inch of his naked body? He has no idea. All he knows is that he does, and that makes him feel a little bit better. He feels even better when Heath tosses a quick glance toward the door before rapidly closing the space between them, grabbing a fistful of Drew's hair and smashing their lips together.

It's far too brief for either of them—they can drown in each other if given a chance, after all—but it does serve to calm Drew while Heath starts unpacking the bag. He can't tell what any of the things are, just that they're amusingly the same blue from his old ring gear. Should've known that color would come back to haunt him when Wade started mentioning how much he liked that the color matched Drew's eyes. Never thought it would haunt him here, though.

"I have to wear that," Drew says slowly, wrinkling his eyebrows when Heath finishes unpacking the bag. "I'm not sure I can tell what any of it is, though, Slater. Only that it's all blue. Should I be worried that Barrett has a pair of my old trunks in a closet somewhere or something?"

"Really wouldn't put it past him," Heath says brightly, grinning up at him. "Look at it. Come on, you have to know what it is. You pretty much wear it every night anyway. Just not like this."

Drew deadpans, cocking a brow at him. "I wear latex every night. We don't use condoms."

"What would be the point in that when we only have sex with each other? No use killing the sensation to prevent STDs no one has and pregnancies that can't happen." Heath rolls his eyes, then gestures to the bits of latex again—has he lain them out in a pattern? "No, look. I even put it out exactly the way you do every night, so don't bullshit me that you can't tell what it is."

Sighing softly, Drew comes to stand beside him, jumping slightly when Heath's hand suddenly snatches a handful of his ass and squeezes. He really needs to learn to remember that out of the room, Heath doesn't understand what keeping his hands to himself means. Not in the least.

Then he fixes his gaze on the bits of latex and tries to make them make sense in his mind, flashing back to his ring gear helplessly because the color is just so on spot. How Wade managed to find latex the exact color is slightly frightening, and he wonders if the Brit snatched a pair of his trunks at some point to make sure the color was just right. Not entirely impossible since Drew has a few pairs in his apartment because no one ever asked for them back and he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do with them. He supposes he should be flattered, though, since Wade seems to think the blue color matched his eyes so well, and it's too bad he can't go back to—

Oh. It clicks a moment later and his mouth goes dry. Now he understands why Heath told him not to put it past Wade; he's looking at a set of latex ring gear complete with pieces for his knees and elbows. Jesus Christ, is he really supposed to wear latex trunks like this? It's going to be unbearably tight on his dick and he can already imagine how frustrating it's going to be trying to stay comfortable in this ridiculous get-up while Wade commands him to do God only knows what. He bites his lip, not sure he can go through with this because this might just be the one thing he can't roll with Wade on. But then, Wade was willing to humiliate him when he asked for it, and he might as well put the latex garments on and actually give it a shot, right?

"Lucky fucker. You got blue." Heath pouts, and Drew wings an eyebrow up at him. "He made me wear yellow because we did this the first time back in Nexus. Shouldn't have teased him."

Drew chuckles before slowly picking up one of the latex knee covers, testing its durability in his hands. Not cheap, not the type that's going to fall apart on him. He wings up an eyebrow at it and shakes his head, then sits down on the edge of the bed to work it past his foot and up his calf. Once he has it settled across his knee, he's surprised at how tight it is. Not too tight, not tight enough to cut off the circulation—Wade is too thoughtful to risk truly harming them. But it clings and he's definitely not going to forget it's there any time in the near future.

The rest is much the same, tight enough for him to feel it there. He purposefully leaves the latex trunks for last and winces as he gets them settled around his hips. A glance in the mirror forces him to bite down on his lip as his face flames red, and biting down gets him a smack on the arm and an insistent pair of fingers tugging his lip free. The latex is very blue, of course, but the way it stretches in certain places makes it translucent. It's… Titillating. No wonder Wade likes it.

A low whistle makes him whirl toward the door and as soon as he sees Wade standing in the doorway, he falls to his knees in proper submissive position—and the latex stretches to fit the contours of his body. Jesus Christ, it's so tight and the way it hugs his body is impossible to ignore. His cock is already straining desperately against it and yet he knows that Wade isn't going to give him relief. Not yet. Instead, Wade proves exactly what he wants when he walks over, his fingers dragging delicately over Drew's shoulders. This is familiar, and Drew swallows hard around the lump in his throat as he fights not to lean into the touch and break position.

"You look lovely just like this. I knew you would, I picked out this color especially for you." Wade's hand catches his under the jaw and tilts his head back, making it impossible for Drew not to meet his eyes. "It reminds me of when you first came to the company. And it matches those gorgeous eyes. I love your eyes, Drew. They're flawless. And I love when you look to me."

Drew's throat tightens and he doesn't honestly know how to respond to this unexpected show of affection from Wade. It's so unlike him, really. "Th-thank you, sir."

Wade nods and drifts away, toward Heath, and Drew watches because neither of them appear to be watching him. A few whispered words have Heath's hands eagerly undoing the buttons on the front of Wade's shirt, pushing the fabric off of his shoulders and quickly folding it before roaming over his bare chest. Wade chuckles, pulling Heath closer, their lips meeting in a slow, wet dance that Drew knows well because he's been a part of it so many times. Someone else might have felt jealous watching them from the floor, but Drew knows better than anyone else that these two men love him just as much as he loves them. There's no need to be jealous.

"Last night, Heath, you helped Drew with me. And you both did an adequate job." Wade smirks and Drew feels the heat coil tighter in his belly at the memory of that. Being inside of Wade was nothing short of pure heaven, and he sincerely hopes it happens again. "Tonight, you're going to help me with Drew. We're going to put him through quite a bit tonight. He needs us both."

"Yes, sir," Heath says, his eyes glittering as Wade returns the favor of removing Heath's shirt, dropping another kiss on his lips before the two of them turn toward Drew.

Wade chuckles and strides back over to him, gently winding his fingers in Drew's hair and tugging. "I want you on your feet, pet. Heath, get the cuffs with the chains from the trunk."

On instinct more than anything else, Drew slowly rises to his feet and whimpers softly when Wade circles around behind him, one hand caressing his ass in the latex. It's extremely constricting back there and he thinks about making a comment to Wade later on about his ass but isn't sure he's going to remember it. Then the gentle stroke turns into a harsh squeeze and he moans, shamelessly rocking back into it. Wade smacks his ass, jolting him and tearing another moan from his throat. He can't believe how different it feels to be spanked with the latex on, to be touched. He can feel Wade's warmth, the roughness of his calluses but not his actual skin.

"Are these the ones, sir?" Heath asks, holding up a pair of cuffs with long chains attached.

Wade nods. "There should be two more in there, but I only want one of them. We need three."

Just three? Drew wonders at that and frowns further when Wade rounds the bed to the far side, returning with a stepladder in hand. What the hell does he need a stepladder for? Without much thinking about it—has to be something on the ceiling anyway—Drew glances up and a breathy whine leaves his throat when he sees the large metal loops protruding from the ceiling. Oh, fuck.

"See these up here, pet?" Wade asks, gesturing toward the ceiling, and Drew nods as he struggles to process exactly what those cuffs are going to be for. But why do you only need three of them instead of four? Why the fuck do you need the third one in the first place? "I didn't notice them when I first saw this room. It was weeks later when Heath finally brought them up to me. And I admit this might be a bit much for you, but you've told me countless times this weekend that you trust me and Heath. And we trust you. That still holds true, doesn't it?"

Drew nods fervently; the last thing he wants to do is make Wade and Heath think he doesn't trust them. Even if his limits have been pushed while he's been here with them, it's been all for his benefit and he grows as a submissive every time Wade pushes him just a little. And Wade never pushes more than he is allowed to push, after all, so really, Drew has no reason not to trust him. So when Wade holds out a hand, Drew complies instantly, laying his hand in Wade's and meeting those dark green eyes fearlessly. Even when the leather cuff is fastened around his wrist, the hasp assuring him it won't come undone, he holds Wade's eyes fearlessly.

Then Wade mounts the little stepladder and tugs the chain, forcing Drew's arm up over his head in the process. When his arm is taught, Wade runs the chain through the loop, producing a little padlock and clipping it through the links just beneath the loop. Drew tries to tug his arm down and swallows hard when there is no give to it whatsoever. Then Wade repeats this with his other arm, trapping them above his head and making him stretch up slightly on his toes.

When Heath kneels and attaches the third cuff to Drew's ankle, though, he has no idea what's being done to him. The chain on this cuff is a lot longer, though, and then Heath slowly stands, bringing Drew's leg with him until it's stretched out and up, leaving him off-balance and bound.

"Perfect," Wade says once he's locked the third chain into place. "Look at him like this."

Heath's telltale giggle makes Drew's skin catch fire, and it really doesn't help that his dick can't move from its constrained place in the latex trunks. God, he can even see himself in the dresser mirror, see the translucent blue stretched taut over the bulge between his legs. Fuck.

"If I could, I'd keep you like this all the time. Bound in more ways than one." Wade's hands find the latex on his elbows, fingers tracing idle designs over the blue. "I love seeing this stretched shiny across your skin. Love seeing you tied up like this, spread for me and helpless. Trying to anticipate what I might do to you now that I have you tied up like this. Nervous, pet?"

Amazingly, no. Maybe before, maybe before the two of them had manhandled him into this position, but now… He feels almost serene. Almost at peace with himself. "No, sir. I'm fine."

Wade hums, pressing a kiss to Drew's shoulder, then swiping across the skin with his tongue, drawing a faint whine from Drew's lips. "It makes me happy to know you aren't nervous, pet. Maybe I'll have to finagle Hunter into giving us just one more day to spend together."

Drew nods, gasping softly when Wade's arm snakes around his waist, fingers tracing the waistband of the trunks where it touches his skin. It's so tight it's almost like a second skin, almost a seamless part of himself and watching Wade touch him like this is getting him hot in more ways than one. When Wade's fingers trace a path down his hip, it's strange because he can feel the touch but he can't feel Wade's skin, and it's throwing him off in a good way.

Then he pulls away abruptly and Drew bites his lip, frustrated that Wade hadn't touched him but understanding he hasn't earned it yet. His eyes follow Wade and Heath in the mirror as they head toward the opposite wall where all of the implements are, and he jolts when he realizes this is another part of the plan. For whatever reason, maybe to make him even more off-balance than he already has, Wade has positioned him facing the mirror and he can therefore see what Wade and Heath are going to take off the wall. Is this supposed to be a blessing or a curse?

When Wade returns, Drew's blood runs cold as his eyes linger on the long, black rod held in one of Wade's hands. A cane. The only thing Drew knows about them is that they're on Heath's soft limits list and he hasn't quite risen to the level where he can take it without issue. But Wade wants to use it on him… Drew honestly has no idea how he's going to take the pain the thing will likely inflict on him. But he will try, breathe through it and allow his body to process it because he knows Wade wants to mark him up with this and he might just enjoy the pain. Maybe it will even convince Heath to give it a shot and let himself be tied down and caned.

"I'm going to use this on you tonight, pet," Wade says, tracing the end of the cane along the underside of Drew's restrained leg. "I won't hit you too hard. You're not ready for that yet."

Swallowing is abnormally difficult, especially when Wade lightly trails the cane over his restricted cock. But when he catches the glint of unease in Heath's eyes, reflected back to him in the mirror, he straightens his spine and nods once. "Yes, sir. I'm ready for it, sir."

"Are you sure? If this is too much for you, I can choose something a little more appropriate," Wade offers, and Drew has to smile because it's so sweet for Wade to consider his feelings.

But he still nods and turns so he can catch sight of Wade's face out of the corner of his eye. "I'm more than sure, sir. If this is what you want to do to me, then I want you to do it to me."

"Such a good pet," Wade muses, and Drew smiles proudly. "Heath, get the clamps for him."

Clamps? Drew's eyes widen slightly as Heath drifts over to one of the drawers, opening it and retrieving a little plastic packet he faithfully brings back to Wade, asking for approval.

Wade opens the packet, dumping the pair of clamps into Heath's hand. "Relax, pet. These are the kind of pain you enjoy. Heath will treat you nicely while he puts them on you."

"You trust me, right, Drew?" Heath asks, appearing in front of him, eyes soft, warm, gentle.

Drew nods, leaning forward to press his forehead against Heath's. "Of course I trust you, Heath."

"It's gonna hurt at first. A lot. Your nipples are sensitive, so…" Heath trails off, runs his tongue over his lips. "But if you can breathe through it, you will like it. Wade's right about that. And then it'll be even better once he starts… If it hurts, you know you can safe word."

Heath really is worried about the caning, then. But Drew simply nods and leans his head back, shaking his hair back behind him so none of it is in the way. He's torn between turning his eyes down to watch Heath or to watch that gorgeous red head move further down his chest in the mirror, watch Wade's gaze darken as well. Then Heath's tongue slides over his nipple, all heat and wetness, and Drew's head falls back on a silent gasp, his eyes fluttering closed. God, he loves it when Heath does this to him, his body quivering in the cuffs, jolting forcefully.

Then his teeth take over, tugging insistently and Drew moans as he arches into it, his body breaking out in goose bumps at the sensation. When Wade blankets his back, one hand sliding down to grope his ass while the other traces feather light patterns on his thigh, he trembles helplessly under the barrage of sensations. The sharp bite on his nipple startles him, wringing a cry from his lips and it takes him a moment to realize Heath has applied the first clamp.

The pain is sharp, startling, and it makes him wriggle between them. All he wants is for the clamp to come off, it's too much, but he can't… He just can't. Instead, he forces himself to breathe through it, sucking in lungfuls of air while Wade trails bristly kisses along his throat and Heath works on his other nipple. It's enough to pull him back down out of the pain, and then the second clamp bites down and he cries out, tears stinging his eyes because it just fucking hurts so much and he can't… He just can't but he can and then Heath is kissing him, hard and good.

When the pain lessens into something bearable, he slumps in the chains and in the arms of the men taking care of him, trembling all over. Wade's mouth is still on his neck, teeth and lips working his skin insistently, no doubt marking him up in the process because Wade loves to leave possessive marks on both of him. And Drew tilts his head, loving receiving them and more than willing to give Wade as much skin as he wants to work more marks onto him.

Then he abruptly moves away and Drew tenses, knowing what's coming and having no idea how to mentally or physically prepare himself for what is to come. Heath moves back as well, biting down on his lower lip and Drew tries to give Heath a gentle, reassuring smile to prove that he isn't terrified of being caned when part of him is almost quivering in fear. After all, how can he take the kind of pain a cane will no doubt inflict on him? He doesn't know if he can, but he's at least willing to try because he knows Heath is terrified of the canes even though he wants to try them out. Maybe Drew trying them first will give him just a little bit of confidence back.

All the warning he receives is the sound of the cane whistling through the air behind him.

The initial pain draws a yelp from his throat and sends a shockwave of pain through his entire back, the cuffs preventing him from going anywhere to escape the blow. He bites down on his lip, laughing breathily when Heath immediately tugs it free and mutters something about you and your fucking lip, Drew, I swear to God but the next blow immediately cuts the sound off and makes it impossible for him to breathe for at least a few seconds. God, it hurts.

Then the heat from the blows sinks into his skin and Drew shudders, swallowing back a moan.

"That's a good pet. Now you can feel why it's good, can't you?" Wade's hand is on his back then, fingers tracing over the heated marks left behind by the wooden pole. "Mm, that's just lovely. I'll have to make sure to take pictures of this the next time we do it."

Then he resumes the caning, the wood glancing off of Drew's back and dragging moans from his throat as the burn slowly ignites his nerves, sending his body stunningly closer to the edge in such a short amount of time. His dick is straining helplessly against the latex, the blue material keeping him restrained in a very unfair way as he struggles to process all of the sensations burning through his body. Heath is there a moment later, pressing against him and forcing the clamps to dig into his skin while the cane continues to glance off of his back, one blow catching him across the ass and making him writhe. With Heath in front of him and Wade at his back, he has nowhere to go and ye the doesn't feel trapped. He feels supported, like the two of them are here for him, giving him themselves while Wade works him through his new ordeal.

The blows lower themselves until the cane smacks his ass, jolting little noises from his throat with every swing. He's harder than he's been this entire weekend and it's worse because he's so constricted. Every time his joints twitch, they strain against latex and stretch it further, stretch it shinier… Which is probably exactly why Wade picked this get-up. Then Heath slides a hand between his legs, palming him through the blue and Drew's head lolls backward as he loses the ability to hold his head up anymore. There's just too much to take in at this point.

"You look so damn good like this," Heath whispers in his ear, and Drew shudders in response.

The blows stop once again, Wade's hands smoothing over his back and down to his ass, soothing the pain and pressing the ache deeper and lower. "Such a good pet. You're glorious like this."

"He's so hard." Heath squeezes just barely and Drew whines. "I love seeing him like this."

Something thuds to the carpet and Drew suspects it's the cane, his thoughts confirmed when he drags his head slightly to the side to see it resting on the carpet. Has he done what Wade's wanted him to do, then? He hopes so because he's packed into these trunks and he doesn't think he can take the strain much longer, the pain it's causing to be like this. Then, without warning, Heath yanks off one of the clamps and Drew screams, the blood rushing back sending a bolt of pain through his chest that rocks him straight to the core. What the fucking fuck, Heath?

Heath just chuckles before attaching his lips to the sore skin, soothing it with his tongue and Drew forgives him as his head falls forward, his breath coming in soft pants. Wade's hands are roaming up his stomach now and he tenses when he feels strong fingers brush over the other clamp, the slight pain a contrast to the calming rhythm of Heath's tongue and lips. He tries to prepare himself for the pain when Wade removes the clamp but there is no preparation and he screams again. Heath is right there, though, moving to the other nipple and gently lapping over it as well. Not that it entirely takes the pain away, but it makes it far more manageable.

Wade's hands are back on his ass, kneading him and it makes them feel so much tighter to have someone manipulating the fabric by touching him like this. Helpless to do anything but feel the two of them piling sensations on top of him, Drew just goes limp and hopes the cuffs will hold him up because he can't do it anymore. He hears the soft noise of approval from behind him and uses what little control he has left to glance up at Wade in the mirror, shuddering at the burning gaze reflected back to him. This Wade isn't the Wade he sees every day, and he wonders what will happen if they both just end up losing control and fall into each other right now.

But Wade has better control than Drew gives him credit for and breathes a gentle, warm breath over the back of his neck, pushing his hair out of the way. "Did you find the little surprise?"

"S-surprise, sir?" It's a miracle Drew can even talk at this point and Heath seems to realize that.

Quickly, the ginger retrieves a piece of cloth and the stepladder, mounting it just long enough to tuck the piece of fabric into Drew's palm before returning to stand in front of him. "He didn't find it, Wade. I watched him. I would've known the moment he did. His face is so open."

"That it is. It's one of the best things about tying him up and doing things to him. He wears his pleasure and desire on his face for both of us to see." Wade chuckles and mouths at the back of Drew's neck, sucking hard for a moment before letting up. "Good. I can surprise you, then."

Heath passes something else back to Wade, something he must have retrieved when he grabbed the cloth, but Drew's eyes aren't quick enough to catch it. Before he can turn and get a look, though, Heath catches him by the chin and kisses him roughly, palms flattening against his chest and almost abrading his sensitized nipples. He whines at the sensation and Heath reads the noise, returning his mouth to Drew's chest, continuing to soothe Drew's nipples even as the sensations rocket him closer and closer to the edge. It's so much, almost too much for him to handle.

He's so lost in Heath's mouth that he forgets Wade has something until he feels Wade's hands prying at his ass, trying to spread him open. Before he can remind Wade that the latex isn't exactly a forgiving material, Wade's lube-slick fingers are against his entrance and he whines in shock, rocking back toward them helplessly as he craves more of the touch. He hasn't had either of them touching him skin-to-skin with the fucking trunks in the way and now he's beyond desperate for that contact. But how the fuck did Wade manage to touch him through the latex?

"I thought you would've noticed when you put them on, but you didn't," Wade murmurs, and Drew whimpers softly back at him. "In the very back, there's a split just big enough for me to fuck you without having to take these off. Poor pet, you were probably so focused on how it felt to have your cock restrained that you didn't realize I'd left your ass open to me."

"Y-yes, sir," Drew confirms, moaning loudly as one finger slips inside of him, the touch heavenly and he can't even escape bound the way he is, limbs stretched in such a way.

Wade takes his time drawing it out, his finger sliding slowly inside of Drew and teasing his inner walls while Heath continues licking over his nipples, making them swollen and even more sensitive to the gentle ministrations. Drew sucks in lungfuls of air to the best of his ability, caught between them and more helpless than he's ever been before. It's erotic to know he can put himself in their hands and be taken care of in such a way, and it makes him realize just how much he's come to care for the two of them. Have they come to care about him the way he does for them? God, he hopes so. He can't have them not feel the same way. He just can't at this point.

Heath's mouth starts trailing lower, getting rougher as he goes until he's biting at the skin stretched taut over Drew's abdominal muscles and leaving little red marks in his wake. When he's kneeling, he presses almost reverent kisses to the underside of Drew's restrained thigh, kissing up to the sensitive inner skin before sucking at the skin. Drew can only imagine how he's going to have to explain the bruises that will litter his skin when he's back in his ring gear.

And behind him, Wade slips in a second finger and curls them against Drew's prostate, massaging the bundle of nerves until Drew is shaking and writhing, his body attuned to the attention lavished on it while the heat and pleasure continues to coil in his stomach until it's nearly unbearable. But he doesn't have permission to come and so he holds onto it, forcing himself to focus on his boys, on the emotion stirring inside of him as they continue, Wade's fingers driving him closer to the edge and Heath's mouth wet and warm on his bare skin.

And just like that, it's too much for him to handle. He's shaking when he lets the cloth fall.

"Fuck." The coarse word comes from Wade and Heath immediately sits back, sensing the change in the atmosphere. His eyes fall to the cloth silently. "Heath, help me get him down."

Drew bites his lip and ducks his head. What the fuck is he doing to these two?

He doesn't know. Isn't entirely sure. He just knows it's unfair to the both of them to do it.

Wade and Heath are careful with getting him down, Wade staying right behind him so that when Heath uncuffs first his ankle, then his wrists, Wade can be there to steady him. As soon as he's free, he's up in Wade's arms and being carried to the bed, his entire body shivering in despair.

"It's okay. We pushed you too far. I'm sorry, Drew." Wade starts peeling the latex away from his skin, massaging the skin over his elbows, his knees, his hips. "I'm so sorry. Talk to me."

He wants to. He wants to tell Wade and Heath exactly what is going through his mind, but he can't find the words and his throat is tight as the tears start pouring down his cheeks. But it's too hard to stay between them like that and imagine everything is going okay when he doesn't know if he means to them what they have come to mean to him. That's just too hard for him to do.

They try to fold themselves around him to comfort him, but he can't. He shoves at them until they both back up, pressing his hands against his eyes as he tries to get the tears back under control. Why does he care so much about this now? If he's only been half to them what they are to him, then so be it and he's been able to handle that just fine. He's been vulnerable between them before, lost in the pleasure and the desire to please, and he's been able to balance his feelings and the sensations piled upon him without a problem. Why is now so different?

"Drew, baby, we can't help you if you won't talk to us," Heath murmurs, and Drew knows that, damn it. That's why he's trying to calm down. He just needs to get his feelings in check so he can explain that he just… He doesn't even know. "Come on, honey. You know you can trust us."

The fucking talking just won't stop and Drew doesn't even know why. He just explodes and Heath is, unfortunately, right there. "Can you fucking shut up for one second? I know I can trust you! I haven't said I can't and I haven't said I don't. I just need you both to shut up and let me think for one fucking second. Is it that hard to stop talking for one second, Heath? Is it?"

Silence immediately follows his words and Drew falters, the air around him suddenly heavier as the tension sets in and he can feel the anger radiating off of Wade even if he can't see him. Confusion as well, but right now, it's mostly anger for his uncalled for reaction.

He wilts slightly and looks down at his lap, not sure what to say or what to do now. Blowing up at Heath isn't what he wanted to do. All he wanted to do was get himself in check and calm down so he can explain what he's having issues with, and instead he's likely hurt someone he cares for very deeply. But he doesn't know if he can find the spine to apologize right now.

Wade's sigh from behind him is heavy. "Drew, that was… Bloody hell, that was just rude."

"He's just upset right now, Wade. It's fine." Heath's voice is carefully blank and somehow, that hurts more than if he'd started to get upset or cry in return. Drew feels like utter shit now.

"It's not fine, Heath," Wade counters. "I don't tolerate that and you both know that."

Drew's hand steals up to tug at the ends of his hair, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to help clear some of his thoughts out. He drags his eyes up to meet Heath's, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. "I'm s-sorry, Heath. I didn't mean to yell at you like that. Honest."

Wade's hand lands on his shoulder, cuffing him roughly. "That's not going to cut it this time."

"Wade," Heath says softly, sounding exhausted. "It's been a long weekend. Let's just sleep."

A long weekend? Drew's chest tightens and he wonders suddenly if Heath has been indulging him and Wade if only because Drew is willing to do the things Heath is still afraid to do. Maybe he didn't want to do this in the first place except to make Wade just a little bit happier.

"I'm really not letting him off with a simple apology. Besides, I think he needs some time with just himself tonight." Wade stands, tugging at Drew's arm. "Do you want some time to think?"

Drew nods and rises from the bed, allowing Wade to lead him over to the lavishly padded cage against the wall. When Wade procures the key from his pocket, Drew suddenly wonders how long he's been carrying the thing around for but wisely doesn't ask. He just crawls inside.

The door clicks shut behind him and he shudders. It's a little frightening, really.

But Wade gently touches his shoulder, reassuring him that everything is okay, before taking Heath by the hand and leading him out of the room. The light goes off on the way out, the door pulling shut, and Drew is alone. There's enough moonlight coming through the window that he doesn't feel like it's too dark for him, but it's weird being in this small space without his boys.

He settles into the plush pillows covering the bottom of the cage and reflects on what just happened a moment ago when he allowed his emotions to get the better of him, first dropping the cloth and then yelling at Heath. How can he think he loves the two of them when he just yelled at Heath, who was merely trying to comfort him? How can he think it's okay to treat either of them like that? It's obviously not okay if the cage is anything to go by. God, Wade must be so pissed at him, and he knows he's going to be punished for this tomorrow.

Then he settles in deeper and tries chasing down the emotional thoughts roaming in his head. If he can't pin them down and make them make sense, he might lose Wade and Heath for good.