Clay
Clay sighed, scratching nervously at the back of his neck. He was trying his hardest not to pace the floor, but at this point his nervous shifting was just as obvious as the pacing would have been. Biting at his thumbnail, he shot a quick glance at Leon.
Leon was the man he shared a boyfriend with. A boyfriend who they were currently waiting for, as they'd been asked to meet yet another man whom their boyfriend had taken a fancy to.
The large male was reclined on the sofa opposite him, focused on the soccer game playing on the television. He was completely relaxed. Clay wished that he could be that unbothered.
If he’d been with their boyfriend as long as Leon had and lived with him, too, maybe he would be that relaxed. But that wasn’t the case, and he was nervous.
“You don’t think he’s trying to build a harem... is he?” He finally broke and decided to share his worries with Leon. The little laugh in his voice wasn’t nearly convincing enough.
Leon’s eyes never left the television screen, but Clay knew he’d heard him. “Max?” he asked eventually, strong brows drawing together. He didn’t appear to buy into Clay’s insecurities, which was a huge relief. “No.”
His mono-syllable ways used to bother Clay. For a long time, he was convinced Leon didn’t like him one bit. Which was understandable, considering his disruptive appearance into Leon’s relationship with Max. Then he'd learned that Leon was actually a big softie; he was just bigger on physical assurance than words.
It was showcased now in how Leon beckoned him closer and slung an arm over his shoulder. Clay let himself be tucked snug into Leon's side and tried to focus on the game. He had to admit it made him feel a little better. And it reminded him of how marvelously a relationship could grow from the situation they found themselves in for the second time.
Only this time, instead of being the new addition, Clay was having to make space for someone the way Leon had done for him.
“Max gets what he wants.”
And that was that. Max wanted someone new, so here they were, waiting for him to return with whoever it was he’d taken a liking to. Some guy named Lin. If he was anything like Clay, there was going to be terrible jealousy.
“I’m just saying, one more guy like you and me is too many guys.”
Leon gave a quick, startled laugh and shook his head. Clay was outspoken to a fault. “Max called him cute,” he informed, like that answered all of Clay’s problems. It kind of did.
Still, Clay felt a hint of doubt. “We’ll see about that.”
They sat together and finished the game, Clay soaking in the closeness to soothe his anxiety. The new game was Scotland vs. Wales, so Leon flipped off the television. Scotland won against Wales last year, and he wasn’t over that yet. Clay didn't move out from under Leon's arm.
Before they knew it, Max was bursting through the door, all smiles as he led someone by the hand. Relief instantly filled Clay as he laid eyes on their newest plus one.
Max was right; he was cute. Not small, probably an inch or so shorter than Clay, but thin as a rail. And pretty. He had huge brown eyes and wavy, pitch-black hair. His skin was pale, with a splattering of freckles over the bridge of his nose, rosy cheeks, and lush pink lips. Clay was immediately interested in him.
Max didn’t introduce them right away. He popped his bottom lip out upon seeing his boyfriends’ position. They weren’t affectionate with one another often, so it was a nice sight.
“Look at you two. So sweet,” he cooed. Then, he dropped Lin off on the couch Clay had vacated before he came to sit beside his boyfriends. Leon’s gaze was focused on the newcomer, but he extended his reach to let Max under his arm alongside Clay.
“Clay, Leon, this is Lin,” Max gestured to the young man, who smiled and nodded. A smile only made him more attractive. No wonder Max had taken a liking to him.
“Lin, this is Leon,” Max leaned over Clay to pat Leon’s thigh. “And this is Clay. My boyfriends.”
No one said anything, although Clay tried to look friendly. So, Max took up the quiet like he always did, shifting out from under Leon’s arm to make sure they were listening to him.
“Lin isn’t new to this, but he’s already in a relationship right now. He just wants to have fun with us. Is that okay?”
Leon nodded, but they all knew he wouldn’t be touching Lin. He was a serious guy; he didn’t do casual flings. Clay didn’t care, either way. Casual or not, he wanted whatever made him feel good. That was how he ended up here in the first place. Max made him feel good. So good that he wasn’t bored two and a half years later. He was used to getting bored easily, which only made him more awed to still be so in love with Max.
“So, he’s just going to hang out with us?” Clay asked, a little confused. He was hardly in the mood for a foursome in the middle of the day. But wouldn’t it be awkward to just sit around, knowing what they were waiting for?
Max rolled his eyes, a silly smile on his lips as he leaned in to peck Clay affectionately. “Yeah, we’re gonna hang out. He’ll get to know you guys a bit. Unless you just want to go at it right now.” Max bit his lip, sneakily making a grab for Clay’s dick and squeezing it through his pants. Clay grunted, leaning in for a more heated kiss, which Max happily accepted.
They didn’t pull apart until Leon interrupted by clearing his throat. Max quickly pulled away then, rubbing over Clay’s crotch one last time. “Right,” he chuckled to himself, knowing exactly what he’d done to Clay and planning to do much more later.
He stood from his seat, eyeing Lin thoughtfully. “Clay, move over and let Lin sit between you two.” He trusted that Clay was listening to him while he pulled Lin up by his hands to guide him over to where they were all sitting. Better to immerse him in their physicality now so he could decide for himself if it was too much or not.
When he turned around, Clay was right where he wanted him, and he guided Lin into the vacated seat. “Don’t worry; they don’t bite without permission.” He winked at Lin, and since the couch was only a three-seater with two very large men on it, Max promptly sat himself in Leon’s lap and turned back to Lin.
“So, what are you looking for, exactly? Like, what are you expecting to go on here?”
Max’s question was met with a very serious look from Lin, and his answer was just as serious and detailed. They all made a point to listen carefully to Lin’s expectations and desires. When his gaze lingered on Clay for a moment too long, Clay felt an excited tingle in his stomach. He had a good feeling this would be fun.
They had to have sat there for a good two hours, just chatting and enjoying each other’s company. The conversation had switched to more innocent, light-hearted topics pretty early on, and Lin turned out to be a big personality. Just like Max. Both pretty, fun, and unnervingly sexy. They wore their sensuality like a statement piece, proud and daring.
Clay found himself drawn to that part of Lin the same way he was drawn to Max when they first met. That kind of confidence turned him on.
And the next thing he knew, tired of being squished between two walls of muscle, Lin moved into his lap as he casually continued talking to Max. They were talking about the art department at their company. That was normally something Clay would be interested in, but he was more than a little distracted by Lin’s ass wriggling against his crotch. If only he’d be still, Clay wouldn’t mind at all.
He let Lin be for a while, but the wriggling didn’t stop, and he was starting to get hard. Clay breathed deeply, gripping Lin’s hips to stop the wriggling. “You’re on my dick,” he rumbled into Lin’s ear, and he was close enough to hear the way Lin’s breath hitched.
“I know. I can feel it,” Lin hushed back, a wicked grin on his face as he pushed his ass against Clay’s dick more purposefully this time.
Fucking tease.
Lin took the opportunity to turn sideways and wrap his arms around Clay’s neck, tugging him in for a kiss that sped Clay’s heart up to a thousand beats per minute. It’d been over two years since he’d kissed someone besides Max and Leon. It was terribly exciting and hot. Lin liked tongue and a lot of it.
Max gave a loud wolf whistle when he saw what was happening, encouraging Lin with some more than explicit language. Lin moaned when Clay sucked at his bottom lip, turning around in his lap to face him. Clay’s hands slid from his hips down to his ass, and he gave an appreciative squeeze that had Lin squirming against him.
“Don’t hog him,” Max grouched, and he pulled Lin closer to him, trading Clay’s lips for his own. Clay didn’t mind, turning his face into Lin’s neck to kiss and suck at the pale flesh. In reality, Max was the greedy one, but they loved him, so they dealt with it.
The two of them had Lin squirming and moaning with nothing more than their mouths. Clay could feel the man's hardening length press against his stomach, and he was tempted to undress Lin to free his poor dick. His own length felt miserable in his jeans, trapped against his thigh as two of the sexiest men he’d ever seen loomed over him.
Lin turned more towards Max, loosening his grip around Clay’s neck to grab at Max’s ass and drag him in closer. Clay stopped mauling Lin’s neck and turned to Leon as he caught his breath. Leon met his gaze and he grinned.
‘Fucking hot,’ he mouthed, referring to the two men practically going at it on top of him. Leon rolled his eyes, but Clay could tell he felt the same from his blown-wide pupils. And if Max wasn’t still partially in his lap, blocking Clay’s view, he was sure Leon’s monster cock was just aching to tear someone apart.
“You know you love this,” he teased in a hot whisper, and he was pulling Leon in for a messy kiss that Leon eagerly reciprocated. Clay knew that engaging Leon meant getting dominated, but their boy was occupied with Lin, and he didn’t want Leon to feel left out.
They’d made out before, but they’d never gone all the way. Just kissing or jerking each other off became a rough battle between them, so Clay couldn’t imagine sex being much different. His ass ached just thinking about it.
Even now, Clay heard a slap and a loud moan, and he knew that Lin had just slapped Max’s ass, but Leon roughly grabbed his face and held him still so he couldn’t turn to watch. It was disappointing, but Leon’s bruising kisses were so good he only minded a little.
Lin started grinding against him, the room filling with heavy breathing, moans, and the sounds of wet, messy kisses. It was easy to become overwhelmed in an environment as busy as this one, but it just seemed to work them up more.
Clay worked his hips against Lin’s needy squirming, relieving them both. His hands had different plans, though, reaching into Leon’s lap to distractedly tug his pants open and dip inside. His fingers wrapped around the heavy length encased in Leon’s boxers, and he gave it a firm squeeze, feeling it throb through the thin fabric.
“Fuck,” he breathed as Lin ground hard against his cock. He could feel himself getting pent up, and he knew the whole foreplay on the couch thing wasn’t going to last much longer.
Lin whined when Clay pushed his shirt up to bite and suck at his nipples. Clay realized then that, like himself with Leon, Lin had his hand down Max’s pants. However, while Leon was completely in control of himself as Clay teased up and down his dick, Max was unabashedly thrusting into Lin’s hand.
Clay turned back to Leon, panting as the man licked into his mouth. He felt one of Leon’s huge, warm hands wrap around his inner thigh and drag him closer, taking along the two men practically suffocating him. Blunt teeth nibbled at the sensitive skin just behind his ear.
That was when he went wild. Leon knew that was his weak spot.
“Let’s fucking tear them apart. Grab Maxxie.”
And like an obedient guard dog with pants sagging around his sizeable erection, Leon scooped Max up into his arms, taking the man in one of his infamously rough kisses. Clay grabbed Lin up similarly, the man giggling madly as he was carried into their bedroom and tossed onto the bed beside Max. Luckily, Max and Leon’s bed was huge — specifically for this reason. There was more than enough room for the four of them on the bed.
Before they knew what was happening, Clay and Leon had the other two stripped bare, boasting their hard lengths. They went at each other first, clothes finally out of the way. Lin pushed Max further up on the bed and wasted no time swallowing him deep in his throat. Max moaned, tugging at fistfuls of Lin’s soft waves. For a moment Clay and Leon simply watched Lin expertly give their boyfriend head.
They shared a soft, lingering kiss, and then helped each other undress before climbing into bed with the other two. Leon settled in near Max’s head, directing his dick toward Max’s parted lips. The man lashed his tongue out, tasing Leon’s length before he welcomed it between his lips. Clay found himself behind Lin.
His ass swayed as he bobbed on Max’s cock, urging Clay to come closer and do as he pleased. When his hands settled on Lin’s ass, the man pushed into his grip, letting out a quiet moan. Clay gave his ass a mild slap, watching the soft flesh turn pink. He didn’t have a bubble-butt like Max, but the jiggle it gave still sent a wave of lust through Clay. He loved a big ass.
Slowly, he spread Lin’s cheeks to expose his nice, tight hole. God, it looked delicious. “Lee,” he murmured faintly, not even checking if Leon was listening to him as he ran his thumb over the furl of Lin’s hole. “Can you grab the lube and stuff?”
Stuff being condoms, which he wasn’t sure they’d even have anymore, since they had long-since stopped using them when it was just the three of them. Maxxie did request them occasionally when he didn’t want to get too dirty, but it was hardly often enough to remember to keep them in stock. Lin was new, though, and protection of some sort was in order if Clay wanted to try him out.
Leon quickly handed him what he asked for and then he was back to fucking Max’s face. Clay almost got distracted by that, but Lin was wriggling his ass enticingly. That was what he wanted.
He uncapped the bottle of lube and squirted a bit in his hand, making sure his fingers were coated before spreading the rest over Lin’s hole. It flexed at the new sensation. Without thinking further than how badly he wanted to be inside of Lin, he shoved his middle and index finger inside and went about stretching him properly.
Lin popped off Max’s dick, throwing his head back with a moan as he rocked back on Clay’s fingers. Leon pulled Max out from under Lin now that he wasn’t busy with him, and he repositioned Max facing Lin so that he could prep his boyfriend just as Clay was doing to Lin. Clay passed him the bottle, always in sync even as they both focused on other people.
Clay leaned over Lin’s arched back, kissing Max languidly. He worked Lin open quickly and efficiently, searching for his sweet spots as he went along. Max sucked on his tongue but let out a groan in his mouth. Leon was always a lot rougher at working him open than others. Not on purpose, but he was a big man; it was harder to remain delicate.
Clay left Max’s plush lips with a gentle nibble, only to pull Lin up against his chest and push Max’s head down to where Lin’s dick bobbed in the air, begging for attention. “Suck his dick, Maxxie,” he ordered, just light-hearted enough for Max to obey without question.
Lin exhaled shakily when he was taken into Max’s mouth. The stimulation from the front and back left him a little breathless. It made him wonder how much better it’d be if his mouth was being used as well. He didn’t see that happening today, unfortunately. Leon had made it a point not to touch him this whole time, so he didn’t think he’d be getting a crack at that horse cock any time soon.
To think that Max — tiny Max — took that on the daily? Lin was impressed.
“Fuck... deeper,” Lin pleaded, rocking back on Clay’s fingers when he just barely brushed that little bundle of nerves that made him see stars. Clay obliged, fitting a third finger inside of Lin’s already softening hole to reach that spot he knew Lin was begging for.
Lin melted when he brushed over that wonderful spot a little harder this time. He gripped Clay’s arm to keep himself steady, and his other hand pulled at Max’s hair, pushing him down on his cock.
Leon gave a grunt of frustration; one Clay and Max knew very well. “Stop clenching, I’ll never fit,” he griped to Max. Those were the exact words he used every time they tried anything that got Max too excited. He wouldn’t fuck Max if he thought he couldn’t take him, and that was why he got so frustrated. He was much too in love with Max to hurt him like that.
There was an audible suction noise as Max let off Lin’s dick, which was followed by Lin’s groan of disapproval. Max turned his head to glare back at his boyfriend. “I’m sorry, I was busy trying not to choke on a dick,” he spat viciously.
Uh oh. Max obviously wasn’t happy to hear Leon talk to him like that while they had a guest.
“Hey,” Clay tried to diffuse the situation, already pulling away from Lin. “Do you want me to stretch him real quick?”
“No,” Leon answered, gaze never leaving Max. “You just make sure Lin is having a good time, yeah?”
Clay sighed, but nodded, languidly nipping at the nape of Lin’s neck. He didn’t want his partners quarreling, but they liked to put him in the middle for serious matters, so if they wanted him to butt out it was obviously a quick fix. And Lin was so distracting.
His hands roamed over Lin’s asscheeks, giving them a satisfying squeeze. “You feel ready?” he murmured against Lin’s ear, feeling the way he shivered. Lin gave an eager nod, craning his neck to capture Clay in a hot kiss.
“Yes, please.”
Clay was just pushing the man over to shove inside of Lin’s eager hole when Leon interrupted him again.
“Actually,” Leon rumbled thoughtfully, barely paying attention to how he had Max squirming uselessly as he abused his prostate over and over. “Why don’t you give Max something bigger to suck on?”
Leon could be a real asshole when he wanted to be, but who was Clay to say no? Max’s mouth was like molten heaven.
“How about you use my mouth for a little bit?” he suggested to Lin, who pouted, but didn’t say no.
They had to shuffle around to make it work, but they were all used to this and figured it out quickly. Soon enough Clay was sitting in front of a nearly delirious Max, holding his face gently as he guided the man to his aching length. Max accepted his dick, and he sighed in relief. It was about time he got some attention down there.
He had Lin kneel beside him and guide his head how Lin wanted it. “You can be rough, it’s okay,” he soothed when Lin grabbed the back of his head but didn’t move him at all.
Clay made brief eye contact with Leon as he stretched his lips around Lin’s dick, then he closed his eyes and relaxed his jaw and neck so that Lin could easily guide him. And guide he did. It was as if Clay’s permission had gone right to Lin’s head, and he fucked Clay’s mouth like it was any random hole. It was fucking hot.
Clay was lucky he’d destroyed his gag reflex long ago. Lin slid down his throat as easy as could be, in and out in a way that reminded Clay of getting and being fucking — both delicious alternates. He moved Max on his dick in a matching rhythm. Max’s throat spasmed around his dick pitifully, but it only made him want to use the precious man more.
Suddenly, Max choked around him — hard. Hard enough to make Clay worry.
He slowed down the force he used to fuck Max’s face and opened his own watery eyes to peer at the man. Physically he was fine, but Clay realized Leon had successfully shoved his dick inside of Max. That was enough to make anyone choke.
He squeezed Lin’s hand at the back of his head, getting the man to let up. He helped Max up onto his hands, pressing a kiss to his swollen lips before he turned back to Lin, who was waiting patiently.
“Let’s switch and I’ll put that ass to use,” he teased at Lin’s cock, helping him to get in front of Max. His voice was still raspy after he caught his breath. Lin had been perfectly rough with him. The effects were going to last for a bit.
Lin gave an easy laugh, eyes following Clay as he slid behind him, fumbling for the condom he’d lost amongst the sheets.
He had to suppress a cry of triumph when he found the foil package, tearing it open and rolling the condom on in one smooth motion. Safe and sound, he grabbed Lin’s hips and slowly pressed into the man’s ass.
Fuck, he was tight.
Lin moaned, throwing his head back to rest it on Clay’s shoulder. His hips immediately began to rock, caught up in the satisfyingly full feeling inside of him. Clay was good; not gentle, not rough. He was perfect.
He gasped when Clay’s hands moved down his body, getting a firm grip on his cock and pumping. The man's hands were warm and rough, playing over Lin’s length. He knew what he was doing.
Feeling taken care of, Lin grabbed for Max, dragging him up so that they were face to face. The poor thing was getting his brains fucked out by Leon, who actually was rough. He must like it if he lived with the guy, but Lin felt like taking pity on him. He wanted to be gentle with Max.
His cock was dripping wet when Lin grabbed for it and he gave a weak whimper, slumping against Lin. He wasn’t going to make it much longer.
To think that the guy who’d wanted the foursome would be the one to cum first was hilarious.
Clay kissed down the back of Lin's neck, and when he could still hear kissing but wasn’t feeling it anymore, he realized Clay had turned his lips on Max. He must be terribly spoiled to get this kind of treatment. Lin was almost a little jealous of his colleague. Getting this whenever he wanted? Yes, please.
“He’s just about gone,” Lin told Clay in glee, feeling Max twitch in his grip like he was barely holding on. Even being the first to finish, his stamina was incredible. He’d had the most done to him by far, but something told Lin that that was the normal situation. Max was always the life of the party, this appeared to be no different.
“You’re not done, are you Maxxie? The fun’s just begun,” Clay teased, nipping at Max’s bottom lip when the man stuck it out in a pout.
“Don’t be mean,” Leon chastised as if he weren’t the one impaling Max. Clay chucked, though it was cut off by a low groan when Lin tightened around him with no warning. Clearly, Lin was closer to climax than he had previously let on.
Lin twisted his hand around the drooling head of Max’s dick, and when he gave a breathless gasp and shuddered, they all knew he’d reached his climax.
Clay opened his eyes to watch his boyfriend unravel, the pure ecstasy on his face a form of art. Leon ran a soothing hand down Max’s back as he continued to fuck into him, chasing his own climax now.
“Good boy,” he praised in that wonderfully gravelly voice of his. Clay didn’t mean to, but he moaned alongside Max, thrusting harder against Lin to disguise the quiet noise.
Trailing his hand down Lin’s chest until he was grabbing ahold of his cock around Clay’s fingers, Max blearily took over jerking him off so Clay could focus on meeting his own completion.
The rest of it seemed to go by in a hot, sweaty blur. Lin came next, his body twisting in unabashed pleasure. Clay kept going until he was close to his own climax, and he finished while jerking off to Maxxie sucking Leon to hell and back.
And, as always, Leon’s monster stamina outlasted everybody. They all watched him cum like the finale show, and it was spectacular.
Afterward, they all quickly wiped the sweat and cum from their bodies and collapsed against each other for a breather.
“Man, I missed that,” Lin said with a laugh, breaking their comfortable silence.
Clay propped himself up beside their new addition, curiosity blooming. Lin had mentioned having a serious girlfriend earlier. He wondered if she had anything to do with his lack of male companionship.
“Right. Your girlfriend must be really cool if she’s okay with this. Does she swing, too?”
The question was asked in complete innocence. Well, as innocent as a question about swinging could be asked.
Lin gave a grimace, not fond of the question.
“Tasha? No, she doesn’t even know I’m here.”
Clay’s curious smile quickly dropped at the admission, and he caught his partners’ eyes with a cautious look before he continued. He didn’t like where this was going. Sure, maybe they weren’t gung-ho about monogamy, but they each felt it was necessary to respect your partner and their wishes.
“She doesn’t know you’re here? But... she knows you’re having physical relations with other people, right?”
Lin turned to look at him with a questioning gaze. “Obviously not. She’d freak out if she did. What’s the big deal?”
Clay fled from the bed as if it had caught on fire. The other two had been listening to their conversation and they followed after Clay, Max coming to lean into his chest with a guarded expression. They were lucky to have found each other — sharing such similar values and sexual appetites. There were so many people like this, like Lin, and it was so easy to get caught up with them. Clay felt dirty just thinking about what he’d done under that poor woman’s nose.
“Get out of my house,” Leon was the first to speak, a growl to his voice that Clay had only heard once or twice the entire time they’d known each other.
Leon came up behind him, clasping a hand on his shoulder and taking one of Max’s hands. They stood together, staring at Lin still sitting in their bed with a look of shock.
“What’s this about? Didn’t you just watch as I had sex with both of your boyfriends? How is that any different?”
Clay decided to speak up this time, anger lacing his voice as he wrapped his arms around Max protectively. “First off, this is about respect, Lin. We have enough respect to let each other know what we do and make sure we're all comfortable with it. Because we care about each other. Hell, Leon and I aren’t even dating, we just have the same boyfriend, and I would never do something like that behind his back. But obviously, you couldn’t understand something like that if you’d so easily cheat on the woman you’re supposed to cherish."
Clay felt Leon’s hand twitch on his shoulder in the middle of his speech, but he kept his gaze on Lin, whose face was slowly reddening at the chastising.
Suddenly, Lin was jumping up from the bed, scrambling to pull on his clothes, all the while grumbling about how they were a bunch of freaks.
He paused before he stepped out of the room, glaring hotly at the three men huddled together. “You guys have fun. As for me, I don’t need to answer to anyone, and I’m keeping it that way.”
The door to the bedroom slammed shut in his wake and a moment later the front door followed.
Clay gave a long exhale, releasing his tight hold on Max. “Well, fuck,” he managed after a long moment of silence, earning a snort from Max, who moved out of his hold to lightly slap his bare ass.
Together, they slowly cleaned up the room, stripping the bed and putting on fresh clothes to hide the evidence of what had just transpired. They all needed a good shower but were much too drained to go through with it.
The mattress was still bare, but that didn’t stop them from collapsing back onto it in a pile of warm flesh. Max rested his head on Leon’s chest, tangling his legs with Clay’s, and they rested like that for a long while; quiet and intimate.
Max scoffed quietly a while later, both his men looking at him with concern.
“What?” Clay voiced when he didn’t explain himself soon enough.
“Nothing... I just liked him, that’s all.”
Clay slung his arm over his boyfriend’s waist, holding the man close in comfort. “I know, I could have liked him, too.”
The earlier distress he felt at having slept with a taken man dulled at the thought of Max feeling pain because of that same person. Now, all he wanted was to comfort the man he loved, and hope Max moved on from this quickly.
He watched one of Leon’s hands come to rest at the back of Max’s head, fingers tangling within the soft locks. Somehow it comforted Clay, too, knowing that Leon was there for Max, especially when he couldn’t be. Leon met his gaze over their boyfriend’s relaxed body, expression unreadable as always.
“But you have us,” Leon rumbled quietly, and although it only made sense that he was speaking to Max, his eyes never left Clay’s.
Confusion muddled Clay’s brain the longer he maintained eye contact, so he ducked his head to bury his face in the nape of Max’s neck. He smelled like sweat, sex, and the faintest bit of soap lingering from his shower this morning. Still, he smelled divine to Clay; he wanted to bite Max.
Nervous energy flowed through Clay as he lay there, hiding behind his boyfriend. He didn’t know why Leon made him so restless, all he could do was squeeze Max tighter. He felt comfortable against Max; safe. Leon was... not safe. He was unfamiliar grounds, andsure, maybe they’d done stuff together before, and that was fine, but now?
It was like he could feel the ground beneath him crumbling.
In the midst of his thoughts, he felt Leon’s fingers brush against the back of his hand and his breath caught in his throat.
So not safe.
