Free Sing for Your Supper by Jaime Samms

bear, stalking over, taking Matt’s challenge, and for the first time since Luke Driscoll had tossed me down the stairs, I felt that deep stirring of lust in my gut.
    For all his trash talk, Matt didn’t resist a whole hell of a lot as Jim approached him, wrapped a thick arm around Matt’s middle and began to suck on the back of his neck. Jim eased the cook away from the stove to the counter in front of the long, low window where morning sun glinted off Matt’s golden mane.
    I watched them hump each other, listened to Matt’s moans, and felt my own cock stir as Jim’s hand slipped down into Matt’s pants. It took all of about two minutes before Matt was panting.
    “J-Jim…” He shuddered, pushed his hips back hard into Jim’s groin, and Jim leant down to whisper something in his ear.
    Matt stiffened, clutching with both hands at Jim’s arms, and cum spurted everywhere. He went a limp in Jim’s embrace, and I found my own mouth a little dry at the sight of him wilting into the big man.
    “You’re a complete bastard,” Matt muttered .
    “Deal’s a deal.” Jim reached over, turned off the stove, and spun Matt around. A wide grin spread over his face as he loosened the tie on his pyjama bottoms.
    I expected Matt to drop trou, too, but instead, he dropped to his knees in front of Jim.
    So much for shoving back…
    If I wasn’t turned on before, the sight of Matt’s full, beautiful lips wrapped around Jim’s big cock did it. He gave head like he kissed, I’d bet—with a kind of spine-melting intensity that had even stoic Jim groaning and thrusting, and curling his fingers into Matt’s hair.
    “Fuck, Matt. I’m gonna—Ungh!”
    He tried to pull out, but Matt clenched his fingers into his butt and held him in place, swallowing down Jim’s cum and staring up at his face. I tore my gaze from the seductive slant of Matt’s chin and jaw to Jim’s face, his eyes shining as he looked down at Matt, and my heart stuttered to a stop.
    They were in love. In that moment, it was so obvious I couldn’t believe I’d ever thought it was anything less.
    Struggling to breathe around the realisation, I slowly hobbled to my feet, edging towards the bathroom, trying to give them belated privacy.
    Jim’s voice rumbled through the room, up through the soles of my feet, and made my skin tingle. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
    “I—” I dropped my hands down in front of my hard-on and shuffled a few more limping steps.
    “Sit down, T.” Matt was licking his lips and taking Jim’s hand to ease to his feet, hopping slightly on his good foot, to alleviate the pressure on the knee Luke’s bruisers had twisted.
    “I don’t want to…”
    “To what?” Matt’s eyes sparked as he met my gaze. “Come between us?” he smiled a sharp, sly smile. “We’ve been searching for just the right person to fit between us for a while now.”
    “You…have?”
    “Jim and I—” He paused. “It’s a strange bond.”
    I frowned. “It’s love. You don’t look at each other like that and not know…”
    “Sure.” He gave me one of those one-shouldered shrugs. “I love him. He’ll never say it out loud, but he loves me. I told you, I do all right.”
    “Then why did you send me here? I don’t understand.”
    “He likes someone to be here all the time,” Matt explained.
    Jim grunted, and I shifted my attention to him. “Matt’s got a life. He likes what he does.” Jim gave him a little glare. “He doesn’t want a live-in lover.”
    “Do you always speak for each other?”
    They both shrugged at me.
    “No one is asking you to stay, T. You do, or you don’t, it’s your choice.” Matt moved a little closer. “I thought, maybe we could help you. Maybe you could help us.”
    “Help you? How?”
    Neither of them answered for a long, long minute. I thought about my encounter with both of them, their acts with each other, and the light bulb went on. “You don’t fuck each other. You