Free Antidote (Don't) by Jack L. Pyke Page B

lust-land, always had been, that he’d get pissed off with me and Gray training Doms together for a living; that he’d have to stay on the sidelines as a vanilla doing nothing but licking at the edges of our world. Gray was a player of the highest order, and if he’d taken to playing Jan off against me now, not allowing him to touch when it came to a re-Mastering scene just between me and Gray, I’d do more than just have a few words.
    Strange how I settled for playing my own body, feeling perspiration slick my stomach, mixing with the pre-come. Gray was a bastard, but he was also a Master. Mine. He wouldn’t fuck life up in such a way.
    “Stop.” Gray’s soft voice stilled intent and I managed to gather enough sense to see we had pulled up onto his drive. Jan’s quiet niggled at me a little more, and I wanted him out and inside so I could see if he was okay. He’d been under a lot of stress lately. Maybe all of this was getting to his vanilla side more than he admitted.
    “Jan,” I started to say, now decent as I went around and pulled open his door. He graced me with a glance, nothing more. After shutting the door behind him, I let my head fall a touch as I made my way into Gray’s hall, making sure I went first. Moody. Yeah, I could still do fucked-up and moody.
    My jacket found a home in the cupboard as Jan and Gray followed in. Giving a deep sigh, I waited for them to close the main door behind us before I could find the balls to face them.
    “Look, Jan—”
    Grabbed by the shirt, pushed back against the door, Jan came in hard and heavy with a kiss that nearly cut my lip.
    “Fuck.” It was all I could manage as Jan tongued me deep, his hands—everywhere. Tugging my shirt free as he backed away, Jan then pulled me through the living room, past Gray’s study, down a few stairs, through a long hall, and finally into a studio Gray kept solely for me and him. All of the usual BDSM toys blurred at the edges seeing Jan in front of me. I wanted to warn him he wasn’t supposed to be in here, private sessions between me and Gray were kept just that: private. But he slid down on his knees and nuzzled against my cock so fast I lost breath. “What, what the fuck’s gotten into you?”
    Gray slipped in behind and a nibble at my ear sent shivers down my sides. “Something special tonight,” he said quietly. Was he smiling? “Jan has voyeuristic tendencies. They just need... encouraging.
Encourage
him, Jack.”
    Jan eased to his feet, wiping at his mouth. “Strip,” he said, backing away from me and pulling off his own shirt so he was reduced to nothing but grey suit trousers. “Now, Jack.”
    As I slipped off my tie, then shirt, he moved over to a white leather Tantra chair and straddled it before easing on down, face on to us, and flicking at the clasp to his trousers so his hard cock was on full display. He waited until I was naked, then—“Kneel.”
    After giving a quick glance over my shoulder, still feeling Gray’s teasing bite at my ear, I knelt with my head down. This shared command was something fucking new.
    “You have your Master here, Jack.” Jan was so quiet, so calm, now gently massaging his cock. “Show me. How do you ask for his touch?”
    I glanced down, knowing what Jan was asking for. Every sub had their way of asking; mine went back ten years, something very personal to me and Gray, something that Jan had every right to ask to share as our lover. Gray stood just behind me, and without looking, unable to look, I blindly traced a touch up the fine cut of his trousers, coming to rest at his pocket. Gripping there tightly, I turned into him and reared up, upper chest now crushing against his hip, cock riding his leg as his stance spread mine. He smelled so fucking good, and I ran my nose along his belt, hands gently gripping at his ass, before I eased to my feet. Letting my hand rest gently on Gray’s neck, I traced my lips along his jaw, all just to ghost a kiss at his throat. The fact