Zac
Thanksgiving at my parents’ house was, for lack of a better word, ridiculous. The family was still a little uncomfortable with Carrick, but they all made a valiant effort to accept his presence, and I didn’t have the words to tell them how much I appreciated that.
Carrick, though, was his usual self. Once we were away from the children, he let his perverted side come out to play. The innuendo was flying, and he even flirted with Taylor–something that Taylor was not a fan of, if the way they argued as I drove us all home was anything to judge by.
They were still bickering as I opened the door and walked into the house, and I was very tempted to let the door slam behind me and lock them out.
“All I’m saying is you can’t keep saying stuff like that,” Taylor said for what I was certain was the fiftieth time.
“He’s kinda right, Carrick.” I knew I probably shouldn’t had intervened, but I had a foolish hope that it would stop the conversation if I did.
“Oh, lighten up,” Carrick said. “It was fun. You two need to relax.”
“Zac…” Taylor sighed heavily, and I heard the warning in his voice. But because I was me, I just couldn’t take it entirely seriously.
“Look, I know I said I’d feed him and clean up after him…”
“Come on, babe,” Carrick replied. “Did you see your brother’s face? Priceless.”
All I could do was laugh and shake my head, because Carrick wasn’t wrong, either. “He’s not that dumb, though. He’s gonna figure it out.”
With another heavy sigh, Taylor walked ahead of us into the kitchen. He didn’t even say a word as he opened the refrigerator and pulled out drinks for all of us.
“Thanks, man,” Carrick said to Taylor as he opened his beer. With a bit of a sigh, he added, “Okay, fine. I’ll let up on the innuendo.”
“Thank you,” Taylor said.
“Yes, thank you,” I said to Carrick, then turned back to Taylor. “And thank you, baby. I could use another drink after that.”
“I still say it was funny as hell, though…” Carrick said, because he just couldn’t leave well enough alone.
To my surprise, Taylor gave him a little smirk and said, “It was kind of funny, I guess.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, giggling so hard that I could barely take a sip of my cider.
“The look on his face when I grabbed your ass,” Carrick remarked, chuckling.
“Yeah,” Taylor said, turning bright red. “Thanks for that.”
“Is that what you did?” I asked, laughing myself. From that side of Carrick, I couldn’t really be sure what his hand was doing to Taylor, but I had imagined the worst.
He took a sip of his beer and nodded proudly. “Had my hand under the shirt and everything.”
“You are so bad.” I grinned.
Taylor just blushed harder and downed half his beer quickly.
“Yeah, yeah; you love it.” Carrick gave Taylor a look. “Both of you.”
I took a step closer to Carrick, putting on one of my best pouts. “Makes me feel left out, though…”
Carrick and Taylor shared a look that I couldn’t interpret at all. Taylor was still blushing, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, and Carrick just stared intently at him. Finally, Carrick turned back to me. “Oh, don’t worry. I haven’t forgotten about you. Right, Tay?”
As he said the last few words, his eyes flickered back to Taylor and a smirk crossed his face. I was still positive there was something they were sharing with these expressions that I didn’t understand, and I wasn’t sure I liked that.
“Nope,” Taylor replied. “What was that you were saying before? Something about… stuffing?”
“Y-yeah…” I replied, shivering a little at what should have been an innocent word. But in that context, it wasn’t, and I suddenly understood exactly what secret message Taylor and Carrick had been sharing.
Taylor gulped down the rest of his beer, then slammed the can down onto the counter before taking a few steps closer to me. With a smirk to rival Carrick’s best, he said, “I think it’s your turn to get stuffed.”
“Umm… okay.” I gave him a nervous smile, then took a big gulp of my cider. A good buzz couldn’t hurt, right? I’d cut myself off well before we left my parents’, since I knew I was driving, but I was enough of a lightweight that this one cider had me feeling nice and warm… or maybe that was just the thought of what Taylor and Carrick wanted to do to me.
Carrick looked me up and down, and before I knew what he was going to do, his hand was on my ass. I yelped, and he just chuckled.
“Making noise for us already?” Taylor asked, touching my cheek in a manner that was far too gentle for such teasing words.
I chuckled nervously in anticipation of what would come next. To my surprise, Carrick reached out and mimicked Taylor’s move, his hand grazing Taylor’s cheek. Taylor looked just as surprised as I felt. Carrick just smiled, and there was a genuine emotion under that smile that made Taylor blush… and me horny.
“You were right, babe,” Carrick said, and it took me a moment to realize he was addressing me. “He is gorgeous when he blushes.”
“Yeah, he is,” I replied. Taylor just turned brighter red and stared wide-eyed at Carrick, like he hadn’t seen this gentle side of him before.
“You’re pretty gorgeous, too, babe,” Carrick added, looking back at me.
I blushed a little, both at what Carrick had said and the way Taylor was watching us so closely. Carrick leaned in closely and pressed his lips to mine, so gently that I would have sworn he was Taylor if I hadn’t known better. I ran my hand up and down his chest as we kissed, only jumping a little when I felt a hand in my hair and realized it was Taylor’s. I opened my eyes and pulled back a bit to see Taylor plucking Carrick’s hand from his hair and intertwining their fingers. I couldn’t stop myself from grinning.
My grin only grew as Carrick shifted his attention to Taylor, pulling him in close and kissing him. Taylor moaned softly. I just stepped back to watch the show. My cider sat abandoned on the counter; I picked it up and sipped slowly as I watched my brother wrap his arms around my boyfriend.
Carrick paused for just long enough to glance at me, as if seeking my approval. I gave him a thumbs up; he just smirked and pulled Taylor closer to him, kissing him deeply.
My body was already trembling, and I had to reach down and adjust myself. I thought I would die when Taylor grabbed the back of Carrick’s shirt and pulled their bodies flush against each other. Carrick’s hands slid down to Taylor’s hips, holding him in place and grinding against him.
I moaned at that, and it seemed to draw their attention. Taylor pulled back and stared at me, his face flushed.
“Is this… okay?” He asked.
I nodded as Carrick licked Taylor’s neck. “More than okay.”
Taylor whimpered, and once again, I saw a strange mix of emotions in his eyes as he looked at Carrick, who gave him a smile before pulling him in for another kiss. I couldn’t resist stepping in closer to them and running my hands through their hair. My brother purred softly, and even though his tongue was still down Taylor’s throat, I could see Carrick smirking.
“Don’t you just love it when he does that?” I asked.
“Yeah…” Carrick replied, breathing heavily.
Taylor just blushed, and Carrick ran a hand through his hair. He purred a little louder, teeth catching his bottom lip like he was contemplating his next move. Carrick tended to be in control when the three of us were together, but I knew better than he did that Taylor had his dominant side, too. I shivered a little as I thought about that, and as if to prove my point, Taylor rolled his hips against Carrick.
I gripped their hair tighter, stepping in close enough that all of our bodies were touching, and the heat between us was so much that I felt like we might all catch on fire. Carrick gave a little growl, and Taylor placed a hand on my back to pull me even closer. Carrick mirrored his move, nudging in me in so close that I was almost sandwiched in between them.
“So, about that stuffing…” Carrick said.
“Y-yeah?” I asked, my body shaking. I wanted it. I really, really wanted it. If Taylor could handle it… so could I, right?
“Upstairs?” Taylor suggested.
I couldn’t agree fast enough.
Taylor
I smirked at Zac, backing away slowly. Carrick grabbed his ass on his way to follow me. As we made our way upstairs I tried to calm my excitement; I wanted to enjoy everything that was going to happen to the fullest. I sat on the bed once we got to the room. Carrick took a seat next to me and patted the space between us. Zac bit his lip nervously but sat down. I looked between him and Carrick, my desire for both of them confusing but undeniable. It still made me feel guilty, though, as much as Zac seemed to enjoy it.
“Don’t both of you go all shy on me,” Carrick said, his lips turned in their permanent smirk.
“I’ll be okay,” Zac laughed, and I nodded.
“Me too.” I looked at Zac and placed a hand on his leg. I wanted to make him happy, and having Carrick here did that; I tried not to worry about the side-effects. Carrick ran a hand through his hair, making him purr; I did the same, then pulled him in for a kiss. He moaned against my mouth, and I felt his hand running up and down my chest. He moaned again, louder; I pulled back to see Carrick kissing his neck.
I watched them for a moment. Carrick and I were so different, it wasn’t surprising we had different ways of pleasing Zac. I watched my brother’s face contort into expressions of pleasure I’d never been able to make him make; I tried to remember that different doesn’t always mean bad, but I still felt a tinge of jealousy. Maybe out of a selfish need to remind him I was there, I reached over and gripped him through his jeans, capturing his mouth in another kiss.
I let out a surprised moan when I felt Carrick’s hand covering my own growing erection. I glanced at him, and he held my eyes, even while biting down on Zac’s shoulder. The heat of his stare was enough to make me bite down on Zac’s lip and grip him tighter. He whimpered, but it sounded more out of pleasure than pain. I pulled back and peeled my shirt off; Carrick followed suit, and impatiently pulled Zac’s off for him.
I licked my lips as I looked at them both; they were so different, physically most of all. Where Carrick was all hard lines and edges, Zac was soft curves. They both exuded masculinity, but in completely different ways. Maybe that was why I was attracted to both, or maybe it was in spite of that fact. Either way, they both turned me on so much, and the two of them together only multiplied the effect.
“See something you like?” Zac grinned, a slight blush painting his cheeks.
“Yes,” Carrick and I answered in unison, making Zac laugh. Carrick took the lead and pushed Zac down, kissing his chest; I decided to focus my attention otherwhere, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them and his boxers off. Zac moaned, relaxing into our touch; Carrick caught one of his nipples in his teeth, biting hard. I trailed my eyes down his body, my mouth watering the further south I went.
When I ran my tongue up his length, stopping to swirl it around the tip, Zac gasped and bucked his hips upward, thrusting into my mouth. I took as much as I could, reaching down to massage his balls gently in the way I knew he loved. He cursed and whimpered when Carrick bit his other nipple; the sight made me moan around him as I started bobbing my head. Carrick glanced down at me, smirking as he dragged his tongue across Zac’s chest. Zac stared up at him as he thrust into my mouth; I felt another whisper of jealousy, so decided to push things further.
I lifted Zacs legs, moving lower and sucking his balls into my mouth; it wasn’t something I did often, but it always drove him mad when I did. But before he had a chance to react, Carrick moved down and took my place sucking him.
“Oh god yes,” Zac moaned loudly, his eyes rolling back. Part of me wanted to be the one to get that kind of reaction from him, so I licked lower still, swirling my tongue around his opening and blowing slightly.
“Fuck,” Zac gasped, but when I glanced up, Carrick was smirking at me, dragging his teeth up Zac’s length. If he wanted to start some kind of competition, I was game. I started thrusting my tongue into Zac, making him whimper and moan my name. Carrick countered by taking him deep down his throat, all the way to the hilt. Zac stared at him wide-eyed and ran a hand through his hair, and I may have snapped a tiny bit. I pulled back and, without giving any warning, slid two fingers into Zac.
“Fuck!” he screamed, his back arching. Oops?
Apparently that turned Carrick on just as much as Zac, because the next thing I knew he was kissing me hard. I kissed him back with equal force; this rivalry wasn’t out of any real malice, but the tension it was causing was more erotic than I could’ve imagined. He pulled back and crawled up next to Zac’s head, taking a handful of his hair. He stroked himself slowly, teasing Zac’s lips with the tip; meanwhile, I started thrusting my fingers, twisting and pulling, and leaned down to suck him. Zac moaned again, reaching out to pull Carricks hip toward him and taking him into his mouth all at once.
“Fuck,” Carrick cursed; I moaned as I watched Zac suck him slowly, digging his fingernails into Carricks hip as he worked his mouth further and further down. Finally his lips were wrapped around the very base of Carrick’s cock, making him swear again. He grabbed a fistful of Zac’s hair and began thrusting; my brother moaned shamelessly as his boyfriend fucked his mouth.
Wanting my share of attention, I dragged my teeth and curled my fingers; Zac whimpered, but that wasn’t enough for me. I added a third finger and sucked harder, and watched in delight as his eyes rolled back in his head, a primal groan rumbling through his entire body.
“God Zac,” Carrick gasped. “I love fucking your mouth.”
Zac moaned in agreement, looking up and winking at him. Carrick smirked, then glanced my way. I had a feeling I knew what he was thinking, and gave him a nod of approval; as hot as this was, I didn’t want Zac too close too soon. Carrick leaned down to nibble on his ear.
“Almost as much as I love your ass,” he whispered. I pulled away from Zac after giving him one last lick, then moved aside and let Carrick take my place. Zac’s eyes were wide as he watched his boyfriend lift his legs, and slide into him all at once.
“Fuck!” he screamed, throwing his head back. I laid down beside him, stroking him and kissing him deeply as Carrick started to thrust. I tried to match his pace, leaning down to bite Zac’s neck. “Fuck, Carrick,” he moaned. I bit his neck harder, looking down at Carrick; he smirked up at me, and that gave me an idea. I got to my knees, like he had been before, and looked down at Zac.
I felt Carrick’s hand joined mine around Zac’s dick, stroking to the same rhythm as his thrusts. But Zac was apparently insatiable, pulling my hips towards him and swallowing me all at once.
“Shit,” I gasped, yanking Zac’s hair. He whimpered, but it only seemed to spur him on as he sucked me faster. A loud moan escaped me, but was cut off when Carrick pulled me by my hair, crushing our lips together. I heard Zac growl, an animalistic sound that made me shiver. I was glad he found the image of Carrick and I kissing so hot; it made me feel a little less guilty about how good it felt.
Carrick pulled away suddenly, pulling out of Zac and laying down. “On your knees,” he commanded Zac, who wasted no time obeying the order. He was barely in position when Carrick pulled him down, impaling him and making him scream. I stroked myself, smirking and smacking Zac’s ass as Carrick pounded into him. Zac was quickly being reduced to a whimpering mess when Carrick slowed down, winking at me over Zac’s shoulder.
“You ready for that stuffing, babe?” He said quietly, looking at Zac again.
“Y-yes, please…” A shiver ran through my brother’s entire body, and mine as well as I thought about what we were about to do to him. Sharing Zac had its downsides, of course; the occasional shades of green left a sour taste in my mouth. But, I thought as I looked at my brother, my lover, panting in anticipation, the benefits far outweighed the drawbacks.
Carrick
“Hm, please, huh?” Tay asked, trying to sound coy. Zac nodded, and I felt Tay slide a finger into him along with my dick. As tight as Zac was, it felt kinda weird, but kinda hot too.
“F-fuck,” Zac whimpered, shaking. Tay rubbed his back, adding a second finger.
“How’s that feel, babe?” I asked him. I knew he could probably take it, but this was still more than he’d ever had. I didn’t want to actually hurt him; a little bit of pain was a hell of a turn-on, but too much wasn’t fun.
“Oh god… so good…”
When I felt like he was ready, I started to slowly thrust again. His mouth hung open, his eyes rolling back; I could only imagine how good this probably felt. Tay curled his fingers, starting to thrust in time with me.
“You like this Zac?” Tay rubbed his brother’s back as we slowly upped our speed.
“Yes… God, Tay…” We went at it like that for a bit, letting Zac adjust. He moaned and whimpered, loving every second, and he wasn’t the only one. The feel of Tay’s fingers squeezed against my cock was sexier than I thought it would be, almost like he was jacking me off inside Zac. I thought about how twisted that sounded, and how twisted I was for liking the idea, and smirked.
“You want more?”
“Oh he wants it,” I answered for Zac.
“Yes,” he agreed, shivering hard. Tay nodded, pulling his fingers out and pressing the tip of his dick against Zac’s ass. I held still as he pressed harder, the head slipping in. “Fuck!” he screamed, his eyes wide enough to show white all around.
“You okay baby?” Tay asked, holding still. He looked so worried; it was sweet, which made for a strange contrast considering he was helping me double-team his brother.
“Yes. Don’t you fucking dare stop.”
I laughed; oh yeah, he was loving every second of this. Tay’s eyes went wide, and I looked at him.
“Do it,” I said simply. He grabbed Zac’s hips, but still didn’t move just yet.
“You sure you want it?” He teased. I smirked; he seemed to be learning a thing or two from me; it was cute.
“Taylor,” Zac growled, his eyes darker than I’d ever seen them. “Fuck me.” That broke whatever hesitation Tay had, because he answered by driving into Zac all the way.
“Motherfuck!” Zac screamed; Tay and I both echoed the curse. The whole thing, the look on both their faces, the feel of my dick squeezed against Tays, filling Zac completely… there weren’t enough words to describe just how fucking amazing it all felt.
“Tay,” Zac whimpered. “So good.”
Tay felt great, sure, but I was there too; I leaned up and sank my teeth into Zac’s neck, as a not-so-gentle reminder.
“Yeah, you’re good too,” he said to me with a teasing smirk.
“Oh you’re gonna get it…” I gripped his hips, winding my fingers with Tay’s, and the two of us started to thrust. He cried out again, his eyes squeezing shut tight. “How’s that babe? Enough for ya?”
“So fucking good, Carrick,” he said with a low moan. Tay sped up, so I did the same; I wasn’t blind, I knew we’d been having a bit of a pissing contest all night. Nothing wrong with a little competition, and I was positive Zac didn’t mind, if the stream of moans and whimpers was any indication.
Tay moaned again, gripping Zac’s hips tighter; I bit his neck again, making him whimper. Tay sped up again, growling; I wasn’t used to hearing that from, and apparently neither was Zac.
“F-fuck, Tay…”
My turn. I pulled Zac’s hips down onto myself and Tay harder and faster, drawing an unintelligible string of curses. Tay reached out and gripped his hair, yanking his head back, and that reminded me of something they’d mentioned. I reached up and wrapped a hand around Zac’s throat; the reaction was instant. He gasped, his eyes going wide, his body shaking hard.
“Ready to kick it into overdrive, Tay?”
“Fuck… yeah…” Tay and I doubled speed, plowing into Zac at a frenzied pace. I closed my eyes and let myself really feel everything; between the hotness of Zac surrounding me, and Tay’s cock sliding against mine, I was already getting close.
“Ta… Ca… Tarrick,” Zac gasped. My eyes shot open, and Tay looked just as surprised as I felt.
“I think I like that,” I laughed. Tarrick… it wasn’t a half-bad nickname, really.
“Um…” Zac blinked, blushing hard.
“Me too,” Tay growled, and Zac chuckled, relieved. “Fuck, Zac…”
“Holy fuck you feel good,” I moaned. “Both of you.” I glanced at Tay, smiling at the way he blushed. I wanted to make sure he knew I was enjoying him just as much as I was Zac.
“Y-yeah…” Zac agreed, panting and grinning.
“Oh fuck I’m close,” Tay groaned, gripping Zac’s hips tighter. I reacked up and wrapped a hand around Zac’s dick, matching our furious pace.
“Shit, me too.”
“Fuck,” Zac moaned loudly, “Yes… so close…”
“Yeah? You ready for it babe?”
“He’s ready,” Tay spoke up, grinning.
“Tay,” Zac growled; his brother gripped his hair harder, giving it a tug, and I gave his neck a squeeze. “Come inside me,” Zac begged, whimpering. “Please… both of you…”
“Don’t gotta ask me twice,” I said, moaning loudly as I hit my climax. “Fuck!”
“Oh god! Zac, Carrick, fuck…” Tay exploded into Zac; I could feel him filling him up, coating my dick.
“Yes! Fuck!” Zac cried out, shaking hard as his own orgasm hit, shooting all over my hand and stomach. I milked him slowly, pulling him down for a kiss as I pulled out. Tay collapsed onto the bed next to me a second later.
“Fuck,” Zac sighed, dropping to the bed between me and Tay. “No wonder Tay loved that so much.” I laughed hard, and looked over at the blond; he was laughing too, his face bright red. “Can we make that a Thanksgiving tradition?”
“I think I could live with that,” I answered, laughing. I could definitely get used to that, and hopefully a lot more often. I watched Tay turn Zac’s face towards his own, kissing him softly; I felt a hint of jealousy as they shared a moment, but shrugged it off. I rolled onto my side, curling up to his back and kissing his neck.
“Love you,” Zac said, sighing contentedly.
“Love you,” Tay and I both answered.
“Jinx,” Zac giggled. I knew he’d been talking to both of us; or at least, I knew he did love both of us. Maybe it wasn’t an even split, and sometimes that left a bitter taste in my mouth. But nights like this made it a lot easier to swallow.