Lost Princes, chapter 10
A big 'thank you' goes to Feverfewmole, who saved Tommy from a bad case of pavement-burn, spotted typos, and gave lots of helpful advice! All remaining faults and plotholes belong to me. Thanks also to everyone who followed this fic to the end or left comments. It's been a pleasure. THANK YOU!!!
Lost Princes
Chapter 10
Tommy had continued to refuse taking Adam’s calls, so the next time they actually met was at the precinct a week later. Adam had already given his statement and was sitting on a wooden bench in the corridor waiting for Kris, when Tommy together with Adjani, Shahin and Yasin walked in. The prince hesitated when he saw Adam, but then he sat down on the bench across from him. Adjani came over to sit beside Adam, and the other two sat down framing Tommy. At least they weren’t glaring at him anymore.
“You doing okay?” Adjani asked him gruffly.
Adam shrugged. “I’ve been worse.”
“And how’s Kris?”
Adam saw the prince twitch at question, and then demonstratively look away from them, as well as he could in such a narrow hallway, anyway.
“Kris is doing fine. He’s processing the whole thing better than I would have imagined. He says it all happened so fast he didn’t even have time to be properly afraid.”
Adjani smiled. “I’m glad he’s well. Of course, it has thwarted his plan of leaving you. Do you think he’ll try again?”
Adam hesitated, considering the reasons Adjani probably had for asking that question. He threw a glance at Tommy. The prince looked like a spring that was coiled too tightly; one wrong movement and he would either explode or snap.
Still, it had to be said, and he was not going to lie about it. “He will stay with me. I’ve convinced him that his place is at my side. Just like yours is, Tommy,” he said, directly speaking to the prince.
“I don’t have to listen to this,” Tommy muttered, jumping up to pace down the corridor.
Just at that moment a door opened and Kris appeared, pale but composed, and Adam got up to gather him into his arms. For a moment Kris swayed against him, but then he caught himself. “It’s over,” he whispered, “I told them everything, everything he’s done to me. They’ll lock him up and throw away the key.”
“That’s good, baby,” Adam comforted him, smiling into Kris drawn face. “That’s exactly what the bastard deserves.”
Kris extricated himself from Adam’s arms and looked at the other men, especially at Tommy, who was hovering a few meters away. Slowly Kris walked over to him. Everyone seemed to be holding their collective breaths.
“Tommy,” Kris said quietly, “I’ve been wanting to talk to you and explain things properly. I know that this isn’t the right place for it, but I need to tell you that I’m sorry for having been such an ass to you and…”
Tommy interrupted him. “No, Kris,” he said firmly. “Leave it be. With everything that happened, how could I be angry with you?”
Kris was shaking his head. “You don’t understand. It’s not only about what I did at the palace. Don’t you know how I lied to Adam when he’d lost his memory? I took him away from you!”
“I know about that,” Tommy replied, almost in a whisper. “And I know Adam has forgiven you for it. So how could I hold it against you?”
Tommy’s words sounded honest, but so desolate at the same time, Adam wanted to run over to him and gather him into his arms, like he’d done it with Kris. He began to move in is direction, but Adjani grabbed him by the arm and held him back. “Don’t,” he said, “not today. Give him some time.”
Adam swallowed. “I understand.”
“You’re too generous,” Kris was saying to Tommy. “Even if you forgive me for Adam’s sake, what about yourself? Adam says he won’t let me go, and I had to promise him not to try and run again, but, Tommy, I’m not sure I can do that like this. I owe you so much! You saved my life! You helped me escape, gave me back my freedom! God, when you appeared to look after me in that cold cell, I thought you were an angel sent from heaven, coming to take me away. You didn’t hate me one bit, and you had plenty reason to.”
Kris paused, taking another deep breath. They were looking at each other so intently, Adam had the feeling they had forgotten his and everybody else’s presence. He noticed that Tommy had taken Kris’ hand sometime during their talk, and Kris had let him hold it.
“Kris--” Tommy said.
“No, let me,” Kris interrupted. “I need to say this. There was one time in the cell; I woke up, and you were there, stroking my hair, so gently. And then you lay down by my side and hugged me, and-“ He drew a shaky breath. Tommy’s eyes were glued to his face; and Kris had to close his for a second before he could continue. “You hugged me, and I kept thinking I didn’t deserve it, but you were… so gentle, and I…God, Tommy! I remember thinking that if I died in that very moment, with you holding me, I wouldn’t mind.”
Now the prince looked down, a blush rising on his face. It seemed to take him a while to get a grip on his emotions, and when he finally replied his voice was still rough and breathless. Adam had to listen really hard; he didn’t want to miss any of it.
“I’ve done you wrong, too,” Tommy said. “I must have been blind not to notice what was happening to you. All the times you moved like you were in pain, all the bruises! How often did you tell me you ran into something! You’d have to have been the clumsiest person on earth; and if I had kept my eyes open and my brain working I should have realized that someone who usually moved so gracefully couldn’t possibly be that accident prone. And there I was, only thinking about how lonely I was, envious of you and envious of my father ‘cause he had you. I was stupid and blind, and I’m sorry, too.”
Kris was shaking his head, trying to pull his hand out of Tommy’s grip, but the prince held on and didn’t let him go. He seemed to wait for Kris to say something.
After a long while, Kris managed. “Okay,” he whispered. “Thank you for saying this. I never thought I’d get to hear something like that. You’ve been always kind to me, and as far as I was able to have a friend under those conditions, you were it. Thank you, Tommy.”
The prince gazed into Kris’ eyes earnestly, holding his hand for another moment. Then he stepped away from him and turned his back to the rest of them.
On shaky legs, Kris walked back to Adam. “Let’s go,” he said quietly. Adam’s own feet were like lead when they walked out of the building, and his heart didn’t fare much better. He’d been relieved to see Tommy and Kris talk so honestly to each other, to see the understanding between them, but on the whole, he was getting more and more frustrated. After this encounter he had even more doubts if Tommy really was in love with him. If he were, he surely wouldn’t act so cold toward him, wouldn’t he?
“He doesn’t even look at me!” he complained to Kris on their way home. “It’s as if he can’t bear the sight of me!”
“Exactly,” said Kris. “And why do you think that is, huh?”
Adam shifted gears a bit too forcefully. “Because he hates me.”
“And that’s where you’re wrong. He loves you, and what he can’t bear is the sight of us together. He still needs some time to get over the hurt he feels, but then you two will have to talk.”
~~~~~
It had sounded reasonable, then. The only problem was that, days later, Tommy still refused to answer his calls. The only one who ever answered the phone was Adjani.
“I’m sorry. I can’t help you, Adam. He says he isn’t ready yet.”
“Will he ever be? This waiting is killing me!” Adam sounded like a whiny kid, even to his own ears, but he was getting desperate.
There was a pause. Then, “Listen, Adam,” the big man whispered, “I shouldn’t tell you this, but there might be an opportunity for you to see him, like, accidentally.”
“Yes?” Adam asked breathlessly.
“He’s going to be at the Pasha this Friday, together with Yasin, Shahin and me and a client looking for somebody new.”
“Looking for somebody new?” Adam shouted, not believing what he had just heard. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
Adjani laughed, the bastard. “I might have put that a bit skewed. It’s the client who’s looking, not Tommy. He just wants to help the guy. He says he’s really nice.”
Okay, that sounded better, but still, the thought of Tommy finding another man ‘nice’ had all of Adam’s alarm bells ringing. He found he didn’t like it one bit.
“So, this Friday, huh?” he managed, trying to sound calm.
Adjani snickered. “Yeah, this Friday. But you need to get a grip on yourself or stay home. If you barge in acting all possessive he’ll just fight you tooth and nails.”
~~~~~
A few months ago, it wouldn’t have been possible for Adam to go to a club like this. Now, after all those months of delay, still working on his second album, things had quieted down a bit. Yes, more than just a few people had their eyes trained on him and hurriedly got their cell phones out as he now walked up to the club’s entrée, but at least there were no paps following him around.
Kris wasn’t doing too well with crowds on the best of days, and today was no exception. His hand held Adam’s in an iron grip, and Adam had promised him never to stray too far from his side. They didn’t have to pay, of course; the bouncer waved them through with a grin on his face. They stepped in and immediately were surrounded by a thrumming darkness. Well, it was +30 Club Night, so the customers would appreciate the merciful dim lights, Adam supposed.
After disposing their jackets at the checkroom they entered the main room. It housed the dancefloor, which was already packed, the bar and a small stage. One look around, and Adam froze. For a moment he’d been actually worried about how to find Tommy in this chaos of sweaty dancing bodies-but there he was, dammit, right in the center of the small stage, framed by Yasin and Shahin, and, God, those three looked so hot that Adam’s breath faltered. They wore matching clothes, tight jeans cut-offs with frayed hems and sleeveless tank tops that were so short that their bellies showed. While Yasin’s top was turquoise, complementing his olive skin, Shahin’s was made from a bright silver mesh material which looked awesome with his pink hair. Tommy’s was black, with an Egyptian eye of Horus in its center, the material so thin that Adam thought he could see the prince’s piercings shimmer right through it. His own black jeans suddenly got uncomfortably tight and he cursed the prince silently for this get-up.
Tommy’s head was thrown back, his eyes closed; he seemed totally lost in the music. He was moving sinuously to the driving rhythm, like in trance, and barely out of reach of the dancers in front of the stage who kept trying to cop a feel of his toned, slim legs. Adam had to fight the urge to just storm through the crowd, grab him and throw him over his shoulder. Damn the man!
Kris had been standing at his side watching the spectacle, too. Now he stepped in front of Adam and tugged his head down for an ardent kiss, pressing his body against Adam’s own. He was hard, too, Adam realized with something akin to relief. So at least he wasn’t the only one affected by Tommy’s appearance.
“I want to grab his skinny ass and haul him out of here,” he admitted, having to shout to drown out the din.
Kris smirked. “And I wouldn’t mind if you did. He’s so hot, even more so than he used to be. Looks like he’s really come into his own.” He pressed Adam’s hand in what Adam thought was probably sympathy.
“He’d probably flay me if I just went there and grabbed him,” Adam stated.
Kris shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not. Look at him; doesn’t he look ripe for the picking?”
“But he doesn’t even know I’m here. And look at all those guys salivating over him. He could have any of them.”
Kris jabbed Adam with his elbow. “You’re talking bullshit, love. He only wants you.”
“I wish I was so sure about that!” Adam looked around, searching for distraction. He noticed Adjani standing at the bar, together with a middle-aged guy in jeans and a plaid shirt. Adam took Kris’ hand and they walked over. When they came closer, Adam saw that the giant was dressed rather scantily, too, in black cargo pants and a vest of the same color. No shirt. He was spouting even more muscles than back at the harem, his biceps and pecs were literally bulging. No wonder the other guy couldn’t tear his eyes off him.
“Hey, Adjani,” Adam shouted, having to exert a bit of pressure to create some space for Kris and himself.
“Hey, Adam, Kris! This is Fred Vansen, one of Tommy’s clients. Fred, that’s Adam and Kris. They’re here to get Tommy.”
“I wish,” muttered Adam, before ordering a Manhattan Iced Tea for himself and an Appletini for Kris. Vansen smiled wryly. “I can understand that! If I was a bit younger I’d go for him in a heartbeat, too. Of course, he would have been way out of my league, even then.”
“Stop putting yourself down,” Adjani said gruffly. “Looks aren’t everything, you know.”
Immediately Vansen’s eyes flew back to Adjani’s face. The giant winked at him and Vansen instantly became wide-eyed. It was good look on him, Adam thought. Kris seemed to think the same, because he reached over to pat the other man’s shoulder. “If you want a make-over, you just need to ask Shahin, the guy with the pink hair over there. He’s great at those.”
Vansen looked at the three men on the stage. “Yes, I know him from the massage shop. Maybe I should really ask him.” He smiled again, before slanting a quick gaze at Adjani.
The big man cleared his throat. “You can ask him first thing tomorrow morning, if you’d like to.”
It took a moment for the penny to drop. And even then Vansen seemed unable to believe he had heard-and understood-correctly. “You…you want me to…spend the night?”
Adjani shrugged nonchalantly. “If you don’t mind. Do you?”
Pulling himself together Vansen stood straight, seeming to grow a few inches. “No, I don’t. Not at all.” Hesitantly, he moved closer to Adjani. The big man threw an arm around his shoulders and pulled him flush up against himself. “See how easy it is to get your guy, Adam?”
Adam scowled, downing the remaining half of his drink. “Rub salt in my wounds, why don’t you? What do you want me to do, grab him like a caveman and throw him over my shoulder?”
“You must listen to your inner voice, young man,” Adjani intoned, sounding like a mixture between Obi-Wan and Jackie Chan.
Involuntarily, Adam’s eyes flew over to the stage, just in time to see an overly muscled half-naked hunk with a buzz-cut reach up and press a hand against Tommy’s package. And what was worse, the prince seemed to lean forward into the man’s big paw.
Later, Adam couldn’t quite recall what happened then. He only knew that he was suddenly standing by the stage right in front of Tommy, his eyes centered on his gyrating pelvis, and his hand, like it had its own will, reached up and grabbed the prince by the waistband of his cut-offs and yanked him down off the stage and into Adam’s arms.
“Enough is enough,” he growled, lugging the prince over his shoulder and pushing his way through the pulsing crowd toward the exit. Kris followed him hurriedly, managing to get their jackets and the car key.
“You drive,” Adam commanded shortly, pushing Tommy onto the backseat and crawling in to sit beside him, never letting go of him. The prince had gotten over his first shock and began to fight back, hissing like a furious cat, but Adam just tightened his hold until Tommy went limp in is grip.
“Let go of me, you fucker,” Tommy hissed. “You’ve no right…”
“Shut up, Tommy, or I’ll gag you. I’ve had it, tonight. I’m sick of this shit. One more word of you and I’m going to smash your shop window in and get those chains, and then I’ll hogtie you to our bed and Kris will rim you till you scream.”
There was total silence in the car after that outburst. Kris who was steering the car with trembling hands kept checking the rearview mirror nervously while Tommy had averted his gaze from Adam and was looking out of the window sullenly. Adam was still fuming, caught in some kind of red haze, but he did notice, even in the dim light, that the prince’s cheeks had a bit of a flush to them.
“You know what,” he said to Kris, “let’s drive by the shop anyway.”
Kris set the blinker and turned left, while Adam began to search the prince’s pockets for the key. Tommy squirmed, but remained stonily silent when Adam pawed him a bit more than necessary in the process.
Kris parked the car at the massage parlor. Adam got out and unlocked the shop’s door, then went in to get the chains. He had them in his hands when he saw Tommy scramble out of the car and take off in a run. Kris jumped out, too, and took up the pursuit. All that jogging Adam had had him do finally seemed to pay off. At the next corner he had caught up to the prince. Grabbing him by the waist, he slammed him with his back against the nearest wall, pressing against him with all that he had to keep him in place.
Adam slowly walked up to them, jingling chains still in his hands, and enjoyed the spectacle, now that Kris had the prince safely in his grip.
“Oomph!” Tommy gasped. “Dammit, Kris! Let me go! Why are you helping him?” He squirmed like a snake against Kris’ body. Adam was hovering a few yards away, watching them raptly.
“Because I want him to be happy, and so do you, Tommy. Stop lying to yourself, will you? You’re just as crazy for him as I am!”
“No, I’m not,” hissed Tommy, bucking and heaving against Kris. “I’m totally over him!”
Kris laughed out loud at that. “No, you’re not. Your eyes burn when you look at him. It’s written all over your face, your whole body. You love him. You’re just too scared to admit it. Too scared to do what it takes! A little scaredy cat!” He moved in to softly lick the prince’s ear, then giving it a little nip with his teeth.
The prince froze. Kris licked him again before biting down once more, harder this time.
Tommy hissed. “Fuck, Kris! Stop that!”
With a last wet lick Kris pulled away. “What’s up, my prince? Like it a bit too much?”
With a shiver Tommy let his head sink back against the wall, his eyes closed. Following his move Kris leaned closer and began to whisper something in his ear. It sounded quite insistent; Adam tried, but couldn’t make out a word of it. He only saw the prince going utterly quiet against Kris, as if listening raptly. Kris spoke to him for a long time, his hands on the prince’s body more gentle now, and in the end Tommy gave a short, jerky nod, and Kris stepped away from him.
The prince opened his eyes. His anger seemed to have disappeared, leaving in its wake only desire and passion. His cut-offs did nothing to hide just how hard he was, and he was looking at Adam with a downright hungry expression on his face. Holding Tommy’s gaze, Adam pulled Kris in for a deep, passionate kiss. When he tore his mouth off the other man’s all three of them were short of breath. Adam’s eyes settled on Kris. “God, Kris, I love you. Are you really okay with this?”
Kris smiled softly. “I love you, too, Adam. And yes, absolutely.”
He reached out to pull Tommy closer. The prince complied easily, tumbling into Kris’ arms. There was no fight on the back seat this time, Adam was driving now, and Kris held Tommy’s hand for the rest of the way, and they walked up the stairs to their apartment side by side.
Adam was behind them, still caught in whatever emotion had taken possession of him at the club. There was a bit of a buzz in his head, and the drink he had consumed didn’t really help, either. His gaze swerved from Tommy’s skinny ass to Kris’ marginally more muscled one, and he had to swallow down the urge to grab them both and knead their tempting cheeks right there on the stairs.
Finally Kris had vanquished the door locks; Adam noted with some satisfaction that he seemed to be having trouble keeping his hands steady, too. When the door closed behind them with a heavy thud the hallway seemed even smaller than usual, brimming with nervous energy and wayward pheromones.
For a second, silence reigned. The prince cleared his throat. Adam and Kris looked at him expectantly, but what he said was, “I really need a glass of water.”
Silently Kris went into the kitchen and got him one. Tommy drank it down in one go and gave the glass back to Kris. “What now?” he asked, a bit shakily, looking from Kris to Adam and back.
“Now we get rid of our clothes,” Adam said in reply. Deliberately he let his leather jacket drop to the ground and, after popping the button open, slowly pulled down the fly of his black jeans. He nearly moaned when his cock finally sprang free of its tight confines. Fuck, he had been hard for so long - his balls hurt as his erection bobbed in the air heavily.
One meaningful look was enough. Kris went to his knees in front of him, licking the tip of Adam’s pulsing cock before sucking it into the sanctuary of his hot wet mouth. “God!” Adam groaned, going week-kneed at the sudden intensity of it. Kris moaned encouragingly around his hardness, letting him know he was ready for more, and Adam followed that invitation and pushed further in, deep into the amazing tightness of Kris’ throat.
He remained unmoving for a while, enjoying the clenching and rippling as Kris tried his hardest to keep him buried there as long as he possibly could. At last he pulled off, taking a few deep breaths before starting again on Adam’s cock, licking and nibbling the smooth length until he had it shiny with spit. Adam, who was equally breathless, had to lean back against the wall for support.
Kris paused again and looked back over his shoulder at Tommy. Adam followed the direction of his gaze. The prince was watching them intently, eyes glued to Kris’ swollen, wet lips, fists balled as if he had a hard time keeping himself in check. If he wanted to run, or join in, Adam couldn’t tell.
“Come on, Tommy,” whispered Kris, “there’s enough for us two to work on.”
A jolt ran through the prince at Kris’ words, and he began moving toward them with halting, shaky steps, as if his body was dragging him there against his will. Adam held his breath when he finally stood right in front of him. The prince was deadly pale in his black tank top, his eyes dark and huge and burning with emotion.
“Oh, please,” Adam whispered, “please, Tommy-“ And then the prince knelt down, right beside Kris, resting his head against Adam’s belly in silent acknowledgment.
Dizzy with relief Adam closed his eyes, heaving a great shuddering breath. Suddenly there were two hot mouths nipping at his burning flesh, two eager tongues dueling over him, a hand cradling his balls gently, and another hand gliding over his ass cheeks and then a wet finger centered on his sphincter and slowly pushed in.
Adam bucked up helplessly, searching more friction, but two sets of hands pushed him back, and the finger went deeper. He growled as a second one was added, slowly filling him with a light, delicious stretch. The tongues had followed his backward movement and now he was caught between those insistent fingers and two eager mouths that were working his cock relentlessly with teeth and tongues. He could do nothing but hang on as they worked him from both ends, twitching and writhing helplessly under their touches.
“Please,” he begged brokenly, “Please, I need-“ And then there finally were hands on his aching cock, giving him the friction he needed and with an earth-shattering scream he shot his come in six, seven spurts, his whole body convulsing, every muscle taught.
When it was over, he slowly blinked his eyes open, almost afraid of what he would see. Oh. Oh, God. Kris and Tommy were still on their knees, faces painted with his come, their eyes trained on his face in rapt concentration. Even though he just had come, his cock gave an interested twitch at that hot picture.
“Lick each other clean,” he growled, in a voice so hoarse he barely recognized it as his own. Kris and Tommy tore their gazes away from his face and looked at each other. At first none of them moved, but then Kris took the initiative with a long lick over Tommy’s come-stained lips. The prince moaned, and then Kris proceeded to clean all the come off his face, with meticulous, precise licks. He leaned back when he was done, a satisfied smile on his lips, and then the prince did the same for him, holding his head in gentle hands turning it wherever he needed it. When he was done, he smiled at Kris, too, and in complete accord they both turned their attention back on Adam.
With deft fingers they divested him of his jeans, then, getting to their feet, of his shirt, before taking him by the hand and leading him into the bed room where they pushed him down on the mattress. He went willingly, curious about what would happen next.
What happened next was Tommy kneeling down by his side, the golden chain set dangling in his hands.
“Want to tie him up?” he asked Kris, mischief dancing in his eyes.
“Love to,” replied Kris, and together they made short work of it. In a matter of minutes Adam was lying on his back, his wrists shackled together and fastened to the bed’s railings, his legs raised and spread apart, leaving him wide open to whatever Kris and Tommy would decide to do to him. The collar was a heavy presence around his neck. It was a strange feeling. Usually he was the one in control, and now here he was, unable to move and defenseless. He wouldn’t have thought it possible, but there was a frisson of fear running through him, and he couldn’t help testing the strength of the chains with a few strong jerks.
“Shush, Adam. Don’t hurt yourself.” Kris put a calming hand on Adam’s chest, right above his thundering heart. Tommy knelt at Adam’s other side, gently laying a hand on his hipbone, fingers caressing the sensitive flesh south of it. With a soft sigh, Adam relaxed into the bonds. The room was completely silent.
Kris stood up to dim the lights and put the fan on a low setting. Then he sat back down by Adam’s side, and he and Tommy just watched him twitch in his bonds. Suddenly feeling totally overwhelmed, Adam closed his eyes. Every now and then a draft of cool air breezed over Adam’s sweaty skin, making him break out in goose-bumps. Finally he couldn’t bear the tension any longer. “Goddamn, do something!” he bellowed, opening his eyes to glare at them.
Kris just shook his head, like Adam was a particularly unruly child. “Always so impatient!” he chided, exchanging a significant glance with the prince.
Tommy nodded in agreement. “I know what you mean. It’s that caveman act of his.”
“Yeah,” Kris said. “It has its charms-I’ll be the first one to admit that-but today he’s overdone it! Throwing you over his shoulder like that! He really needs-“
“-to be taught a lesson!” Tommy finished. They smirked at each other with open glee on their faces and Adam’s traitorous cock twitched in response.
“But what should we do to him?” Kris mused, putting a finger under his chin. “Chew his nipples till he screams?”
“God, yes!” Adam’s breathing sped up.
“Or lick his innocent little hole till it gets all hungry?” Tommy murmured, winking at Kris.
“Yes,” Adam yelled, bucking up. “Yes, dammit!”
“You know what,” Kris leaned over to Tommy whispering conspiratorially, “he’s got that tingly place right below his ribcage where his skin is all soft and smooth, with barely even a freckle… I know for a fact that he’s really sensitive there…”
Even while saying it he leaned down to lick said place in a long, broad swipe. Adam’s breath caught as he tried in vain to suppress a moan. Tommy was moving in now, too, and started with lips, tongue and teeth on the opposite side.
It was excruciating. Their clever mouths made him writhe and twist in his golden chains, and soon he couldn’t hold back his screams any longer as they worked him over mercilessly.
“Oh God, please! No more! I can’t… Ugh! No, Tommy, please! Kris, dammit! I’m begging you-“ He broke off, having no breath left. Gasping and howling alternately he gave himself over to their torture, his head thrown back helplessly, eyes pressed close as he desperately tried to hang on. Through the roar in his ears he heard them talk to each other, but couldn’t for the life of him make out the words. He was lost in his own world, and this world didn’t have words, just sensations, and they were short of tearing him apart.
At first he didn’t even notice that they had stopped. He only knew that his body had stopped twitching and shuddering. Slowly he blinked his eyes open. Kris and Tommy were sitting back on their heels, watching him with a sort of curious detachment, as if he were a sample that had to be analyzed.
“You bastards,” he growled, narrowing his gaze at them. “I’m gonna get you for this!”
Kris gave a grim smile. “I don’t think he’s learned his lesson yet,” he remarked to Tommy, leaning forward again.
“No, please!” yelled Adam when the prince moved to follow Kris’ example, “please, not again! God, please! What do you want from me, dammit?”
Kris smiled. “We want you to be a good boy, Adam. We want you to take what we give to you. You think you can do that yet?”
Adam shivered. “I… I swear I’ll try, okay? Just, please-“ Oh God, he hoped it was enough. He couldn’t stand another round of this.
“Hm,” said Kris. “So you’ll be good?”
“Yes, I swear! I’ll try to be good!”
“And you’ll take whatever we choose to do to you?”
Adam closed his eyes and swallowed. “Yes, I’ll take it. I promise.” He looked up again, searching their faces for clues. They were exchanging a silent glance. “Please,” he repeated, quietly.
Tommy smiled, the first real smile Adam had seen from him in a long, long time. “Okay,” he said slowly, “I’m gonna give you a chance to be good, babyboy. You want that?”
“Yes,” Adam gasped, “yes, Tommy, anything!”
With a smirk on his face the prince reached for the lube on the night table and coated his cock generously with the slick. Then he poured more on his fingers and smeared it all over Adam’s sphincter. He still was a bit relaxed from earlier, but when Tommy shoved two of his fingers in at the same time Adam groaned as his muscles tightened up in reaction.
“Too much?” Tommy asked.
Adam shook his head mutely ‘no’. Looking satisfied, Tommy proceeded to work him open diligently, and Adam couldn’t help wondering where he might have learned that. He seemed rather proficient at it.
All too soon the prince withdrew his fingers and knelt between Adam’s raised legs, aiming his cock at Adams twitching hole. Adam closed his eyes, concentrating on staying relaxed. It was hard to do, this was a thing he wasn’t used to anymore. Tommy had to exert a lot of pressure to breach Adam, and when his cock head popped finally in Adam nearly screamed out. He caught himself in the last second, but the groan that escaped him was telling enough. The prince didn’t let that deter him, though. He pushed in to the hilt, never slowing down, no matter that Adam’s muscles clenched madly around him in the process.
“Shit, Adam,” growled the prince. “You’re so damn tight! I never expected-“ He broke off, blushing. Slowly he pulled out a few inches, his arms already trembling with the effort of holding him up. “I won’t last long,” he muttered, and slammed back in, making Adam scream out now for real. Kris, who had settled at Adam’s side and was playing with his hard nipples, smiled at Tommy, saying, “Just give it to him, cupcake. This is for you.”
They exchanged a leisurely kiss, while Adam watched them with hungry eyes. Finally Kris pulled away, and as if that had been his signal Tommy began fucking Adam with hard, powerful jabs, making Adam shout out with every thrust. He was being taken, being ridden hard, and there was nothing he could do about it. The chains held him in place effectively as the prince fucked him into submission.
The wet slamming noise seemed to echo back from the room’s walls, every jab made Adam’s own rock hard erection jump and bounce painfully. He felt completely undone as his insides were being rearranged to fit Tommy’s cock. Next to his belly button was a growing spot of glistening precome, and sometimes his cockhead smacked into it at an especially forceful thrust.
Tommy was breathing harshly, too, sweat dropping down from his body onto Adam’s. Impossibly, he picked up the pace once more, hammering into Adam hard, four, five, six times, and then his whole body seized and jerked, and when Adam felt Tommy’s cock pulse inside him, his own muscles clenched helplessly. Panting like a race horse, the prince collapsed, burying his face against Adam’s neck, his half-open mouth nursing the sweaty skin next to the golden collar.
When he pulled out at last it was accompanied by a wet, slurping noise. Adam’s hole was still quivering; and he felt so wide open, so exposed. He hadn’t come--his untouched cock was still leaking in sympathy--yet he experienced a sense of achievement, of completion, with Tommy lying next to him and slowly coming back to earth.
Their eyes met and stayed glued to each other for a long time. With bated breath Adam waited for a sign from the prince, for some kind of verdict that would tell him that everything would be okay now. Tommy’s gaze was intense, almost like it had been before they embarked on this adventure, but now there was something hidden beneath it, some kind of inner warmth, almost a glow, that bore a striking resemblance to the expression that had been on his face when they had made love for the first time.
“Will you kiss me, Tommy?” Adam asked, encouraged by it.
Wordlessly, the prince pushed up on his elbow and gently pressed his mouth to Adam’s. Still reeling, Adam invited him in, welcoming Tommy’s questioning tongue as it claimed every corner of his mouth with determined zeal. The hot insistence of it left Adam shaking, a fire burning through his veins and through his heart. He was flayed wide open, all of his defenses gone.
Tommy pulled back, kneeling by his side now, opposite of Kris, and both were watching him with such tenderness it made him ache deep inside. He relaxed into his bonds, ready for whatever they had in mind for him next. He couldn’t help slanting a hopeful glance at Kris, though.
Kris acknowledged it with a soft smile. “Turn around, Adam. I want you on your knees.”
Another heatwave coursed through him at Kris’ words. Groaning under the strain he complied. His arms were stretched out in front of him now, his head resting between them. The chains made him spread his knees obscenely wide, and he felt loose and dirty with Tommy’s come slowly leaking out of his well-fucked hole.
A wet hand was smashed down dead center on said hole, spreading what felt to him like an insane amount of lube all around it. “I want you all wet and squishy,” Kris declared.
“Any wetter and your cock will drown,” Adam muttered.
“Cheeky bastard.” Kris slapped his ass with his wet, open hand. “Ouch!” Adam cried in surprise. That had smarted more than just a bit. He still felt it reverberate through his body.
“Look, his hole just winked at us!” Tommy exclaimed. “Do it again!”
“Okay,” Kris said lightly. Slap! Another round of clenching followed, and then the next slap shortly afterward. And so on. Soon, Adam’s ass was on fire, as much from the slaps as from the reaction it set off.
“Kris, please” he groaned, wiggling his behind, “please, come on. I can’t take anymore. I need you in me now!”
Kris stopped the slapping. “Hm, I like the sound of this, Adam, baby. Tell me a bit more and I just might give you what you want.”
Adam drew a great, heaving breath. Turning his head sideward so he could see both of them he spoke. “Kris, please. Take me. Give me your cock. I want it so, so bad. My hole is hungry for you. I’m wet and open and ready. I feel like I’ll die if you don’t fuck me right now! I want you to take me hard and fast, pound me to pieces-“
“I think that’s enough,” Kris said, voice dry, and slammed in. Adam couldn’t help the screams that escaped him as Kris set a fast, punishing rhythm. It was a hard, merciless ride, exactly how he wanted it. Greedily he pushed back, as far as the chains allowed, trying to meet Kris’ urgent thrusts. His hands were clawed around the railings for leverage, all his muscles tight from the strain.
He barely noticed Tommy wriggling to get under him, only when a hot mouth engulfed his aching erection and began sucking it hungrily, and then he lost the last vestiges of control. His body was running on autopilot, trying to buck forward to jam his cock deeper into Tommy’s mouth, while at the same time wanting desperately to push back against Kris, needing, wanting more of everything. It was a crazy race toward completion. His mind shut down for a moment when it finally, finally was upon him, and he flailed like a marionette under the dual assault, broken screams tearing from his dry throat. He heard a hoarse yell, felt Kris faltering atop him, and then a wave of heat flooded his burning, pulsing channel. At the same time Tommy pulled off his spent cock, giving the sensitive head a last gentle nip. It was too much.
Unable to hold himself up anymore he collapsed on the soaked sheets, taking Kris down with him. In consequence, the chains pulled his legs up, but he didn’t even register it, and then somebody was already carefully taking them off him.
When he came back to his senses, he was the center piece of a tangled triptych of sweaty male bodies. With eyes that were still a bit unfocused he stared up at the ceiling fan that was still drawing its slow, even circles. He gazed to his left where Kris was half-heartedly trying to pull a blanket over them. Kris noticed him looking and they exchanged a short smile. Turning his head he saw Tommy on his other side, a pillow stuffed under his head, looking back at him with steady eyes.
“Are we okay, Tommy?” he whispered, holding his breath.
The prince remained silent for a long time. Adam was almost becoming nervous. But then Tommy smiled too, and gave a tiny nod. “We’re okay, babyboy.”
Adam closed his eyes in relief. “Thank fuck!” Tommy giggled, and even Kris, who was already half-asleep, gave a little snort.
It was Adam who finally crawled out of bed and got a few wet wipes to clean most of the come and lube off them. Then he settled back between them and watched them cuddle up closer to him, his heart nearly bursting with an overabundance of joy. Although he was completely worn out he didn’t sleep at all that night, content to watch his lovers lie next to him and not wanting to miss a single moment of it. He saw the first rays of dawn crawl into the room, listened to the birds picking up their morning concert one after the other, and he just knew that in this moment he was the luckiest man on earth.
And for the rest? The future would take care of itself, one way or the other. At least that was what his mom often had told him, and anyway, that was another tale for another day.
Lost Princes
Chapter 10
Tommy had continued to refuse taking Adam’s calls, so the next time they actually met was at the precinct a week later. Adam had already given his statement and was sitting on a wooden bench in the corridor waiting for Kris, when Tommy together with Adjani, Shahin and Yasin walked in. The prince hesitated when he saw Adam, but then he sat down on the bench across from him. Adjani came over to sit beside Adam, and the other two sat down framing Tommy. At least they weren’t glaring at him anymore.
“You doing okay?” Adjani asked him gruffly.
Adam shrugged. “I’ve been worse.”
“And how’s Kris?”
Adam saw the prince twitch at question, and then demonstratively look away from them, as well as he could in such a narrow hallway, anyway.
“Kris is doing fine. He’s processing the whole thing better than I would have imagined. He says it all happened so fast he didn’t even have time to be properly afraid.”
Adjani smiled. “I’m glad he’s well. Of course, it has thwarted his plan of leaving you. Do you think he’ll try again?”
Adam hesitated, considering the reasons Adjani probably had for asking that question. He threw a glance at Tommy. The prince looked like a spring that was coiled too tightly; one wrong movement and he would either explode or snap.
Still, it had to be said, and he was not going to lie about it. “He will stay with me. I’ve convinced him that his place is at my side. Just like yours is, Tommy,” he said, directly speaking to the prince.
“I don’t have to listen to this,” Tommy muttered, jumping up to pace down the corridor.
Just at that moment a door opened and Kris appeared, pale but composed, and Adam got up to gather him into his arms. For a moment Kris swayed against him, but then he caught himself. “It’s over,” he whispered, “I told them everything, everything he’s done to me. They’ll lock him up and throw away the key.”
“That’s good, baby,” Adam comforted him, smiling into Kris drawn face. “That’s exactly what the bastard deserves.”
Kris extricated himself from Adam’s arms and looked at the other men, especially at Tommy, who was hovering a few meters away. Slowly Kris walked over to him. Everyone seemed to be holding their collective breaths.
“Tommy,” Kris said quietly, “I’ve been wanting to talk to you and explain things properly. I know that this isn’t the right place for it, but I need to tell you that I’m sorry for having been such an ass to you and…”
Tommy interrupted him. “No, Kris,” he said firmly. “Leave it be. With everything that happened, how could I be angry with you?”
Kris was shaking his head. “You don’t understand. It’s not only about what I did at the palace. Don’t you know how I lied to Adam when he’d lost his memory? I took him away from you!”
“I know about that,” Tommy replied, almost in a whisper. “And I know Adam has forgiven you for it. So how could I hold it against you?”
Tommy’s words sounded honest, but so desolate at the same time, Adam wanted to run over to him and gather him into his arms, like he’d done it with Kris. He began to move in is direction, but Adjani grabbed him by the arm and held him back. “Don’t,” he said, “not today. Give him some time.”
Adam swallowed. “I understand.”
“You’re too generous,” Kris was saying to Tommy. “Even if you forgive me for Adam’s sake, what about yourself? Adam says he won’t let me go, and I had to promise him not to try and run again, but, Tommy, I’m not sure I can do that like this. I owe you so much! You saved my life! You helped me escape, gave me back my freedom! God, when you appeared to look after me in that cold cell, I thought you were an angel sent from heaven, coming to take me away. You didn’t hate me one bit, and you had plenty reason to.”
Kris paused, taking another deep breath. They were looking at each other so intently, Adam had the feeling they had forgotten his and everybody else’s presence. He noticed that Tommy had taken Kris’ hand sometime during their talk, and Kris had let him hold it.
“Kris--” Tommy said.
“No, let me,” Kris interrupted. “I need to say this. There was one time in the cell; I woke up, and you were there, stroking my hair, so gently. And then you lay down by my side and hugged me, and-“ He drew a shaky breath. Tommy’s eyes were glued to his face; and Kris had to close his for a second before he could continue. “You hugged me, and I kept thinking I didn’t deserve it, but you were… so gentle, and I…God, Tommy! I remember thinking that if I died in that very moment, with you holding me, I wouldn’t mind.”
Now the prince looked down, a blush rising on his face. It seemed to take him a while to get a grip on his emotions, and when he finally replied his voice was still rough and breathless. Adam had to listen really hard; he didn’t want to miss any of it.
“I’ve done you wrong, too,” Tommy said. “I must have been blind not to notice what was happening to you. All the times you moved like you were in pain, all the bruises! How often did you tell me you ran into something! You’d have to have been the clumsiest person on earth; and if I had kept my eyes open and my brain working I should have realized that someone who usually moved so gracefully couldn’t possibly be that accident prone. And there I was, only thinking about how lonely I was, envious of you and envious of my father ‘cause he had you. I was stupid and blind, and I’m sorry, too.”
Kris was shaking his head, trying to pull his hand out of Tommy’s grip, but the prince held on and didn’t let him go. He seemed to wait for Kris to say something.
After a long while, Kris managed. “Okay,” he whispered. “Thank you for saying this. I never thought I’d get to hear something like that. You’ve been always kind to me, and as far as I was able to have a friend under those conditions, you were it. Thank you, Tommy.”
The prince gazed into Kris’ eyes earnestly, holding his hand for another moment. Then he stepped away from him and turned his back to the rest of them.
On shaky legs, Kris walked back to Adam. “Let’s go,” he said quietly. Adam’s own feet were like lead when they walked out of the building, and his heart didn’t fare much better. He’d been relieved to see Tommy and Kris talk so honestly to each other, to see the understanding between them, but on the whole, he was getting more and more frustrated. After this encounter he had even more doubts if Tommy really was in love with him. If he were, he surely wouldn’t act so cold toward him, wouldn’t he?
“He doesn’t even look at me!” he complained to Kris on their way home. “It’s as if he can’t bear the sight of me!”
“Exactly,” said Kris. “And why do you think that is, huh?”
Adam shifted gears a bit too forcefully. “Because he hates me.”
“And that’s where you’re wrong. He loves you, and what he can’t bear is the sight of us together. He still needs some time to get over the hurt he feels, but then you two will have to talk.”
~~~~~
It had sounded reasonable, then. The only problem was that, days later, Tommy still refused to answer his calls. The only one who ever answered the phone was Adjani.
“I’m sorry. I can’t help you, Adam. He says he isn’t ready yet.”
“Will he ever be? This waiting is killing me!” Adam sounded like a whiny kid, even to his own ears, but he was getting desperate.
There was a pause. Then, “Listen, Adam,” the big man whispered, “I shouldn’t tell you this, but there might be an opportunity for you to see him, like, accidentally.”
“Yes?” Adam asked breathlessly.
“He’s going to be at the Pasha this Friday, together with Yasin, Shahin and me and a client looking for somebody new.”
“Looking for somebody new?” Adam shouted, not believing what he had just heard. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
Adjani laughed, the bastard. “I might have put that a bit skewed. It’s the client who’s looking, not Tommy. He just wants to help the guy. He says he’s really nice.”
Okay, that sounded better, but still, the thought of Tommy finding another man ‘nice’ had all of Adam’s alarm bells ringing. He found he didn’t like it one bit.
“So, this Friday, huh?” he managed, trying to sound calm.
Adjani snickered. “Yeah, this Friday. But you need to get a grip on yourself or stay home. If you barge in acting all possessive he’ll just fight you tooth and nails.”
~~~~~
A few months ago, it wouldn’t have been possible for Adam to go to a club like this. Now, after all those months of delay, still working on his second album, things had quieted down a bit. Yes, more than just a few people had their eyes trained on him and hurriedly got their cell phones out as he now walked up to the club’s entrée, but at least there were no paps following him around.
Kris wasn’t doing too well with crowds on the best of days, and today was no exception. His hand held Adam’s in an iron grip, and Adam had promised him never to stray too far from his side. They didn’t have to pay, of course; the bouncer waved them through with a grin on his face. They stepped in and immediately were surrounded by a thrumming darkness. Well, it was +30 Club Night, so the customers would appreciate the merciful dim lights, Adam supposed.
After disposing their jackets at the checkroom they entered the main room. It housed the dancefloor, which was already packed, the bar and a small stage. One look around, and Adam froze. For a moment he’d been actually worried about how to find Tommy in this chaos of sweaty dancing bodies-but there he was, dammit, right in the center of the small stage, framed by Yasin and Shahin, and, God, those three looked so hot that Adam’s breath faltered. They wore matching clothes, tight jeans cut-offs with frayed hems and sleeveless tank tops that were so short that their bellies showed. While Yasin’s top was turquoise, complementing his olive skin, Shahin’s was made from a bright silver mesh material which looked awesome with his pink hair. Tommy’s was black, with an Egyptian eye of Horus in its center, the material so thin that Adam thought he could see the prince’s piercings shimmer right through it. His own black jeans suddenly got uncomfortably tight and he cursed the prince silently for this get-up.
Tommy’s head was thrown back, his eyes closed; he seemed totally lost in the music. He was moving sinuously to the driving rhythm, like in trance, and barely out of reach of the dancers in front of the stage who kept trying to cop a feel of his toned, slim legs. Adam had to fight the urge to just storm through the crowd, grab him and throw him over his shoulder. Damn the man!
Kris had been standing at his side watching the spectacle, too. Now he stepped in front of Adam and tugged his head down for an ardent kiss, pressing his body against Adam’s own. He was hard, too, Adam realized with something akin to relief. So at least he wasn’t the only one affected by Tommy’s appearance.
“I want to grab his skinny ass and haul him out of here,” he admitted, having to shout to drown out the din.
Kris smirked. “And I wouldn’t mind if you did. He’s so hot, even more so than he used to be. Looks like he’s really come into his own.” He pressed Adam’s hand in what Adam thought was probably sympathy.
“He’d probably flay me if I just went there and grabbed him,” Adam stated.
Kris shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not. Look at him; doesn’t he look ripe for the picking?”
“But he doesn’t even know I’m here. And look at all those guys salivating over him. He could have any of them.”
Kris jabbed Adam with his elbow. “You’re talking bullshit, love. He only wants you.”
“I wish I was so sure about that!” Adam looked around, searching for distraction. He noticed Adjani standing at the bar, together with a middle-aged guy in jeans and a plaid shirt. Adam took Kris’ hand and they walked over. When they came closer, Adam saw that the giant was dressed rather scantily, too, in black cargo pants and a vest of the same color. No shirt. He was spouting even more muscles than back at the harem, his biceps and pecs were literally bulging. No wonder the other guy couldn’t tear his eyes off him.
“Hey, Adjani,” Adam shouted, having to exert a bit of pressure to create some space for Kris and himself.
“Hey, Adam, Kris! This is Fred Vansen, one of Tommy’s clients. Fred, that’s Adam and Kris. They’re here to get Tommy.”
“I wish,” muttered Adam, before ordering a Manhattan Iced Tea for himself and an Appletini for Kris. Vansen smiled wryly. “I can understand that! If I was a bit younger I’d go for him in a heartbeat, too. Of course, he would have been way out of my league, even then.”
“Stop putting yourself down,” Adjani said gruffly. “Looks aren’t everything, you know.”
Immediately Vansen’s eyes flew back to Adjani’s face. The giant winked at him and Vansen instantly became wide-eyed. It was good look on him, Adam thought. Kris seemed to think the same, because he reached over to pat the other man’s shoulder. “If you want a make-over, you just need to ask Shahin, the guy with the pink hair over there. He’s great at those.”
Vansen looked at the three men on the stage. “Yes, I know him from the massage shop. Maybe I should really ask him.” He smiled again, before slanting a quick gaze at Adjani.
The big man cleared his throat. “You can ask him first thing tomorrow morning, if you’d like to.”
It took a moment for the penny to drop. And even then Vansen seemed unable to believe he had heard-and understood-correctly. “You…you want me to…spend the night?”
Adjani shrugged nonchalantly. “If you don’t mind. Do you?”
Pulling himself together Vansen stood straight, seeming to grow a few inches. “No, I don’t. Not at all.” Hesitantly, he moved closer to Adjani. The big man threw an arm around his shoulders and pulled him flush up against himself. “See how easy it is to get your guy, Adam?”
Adam scowled, downing the remaining half of his drink. “Rub salt in my wounds, why don’t you? What do you want me to do, grab him like a caveman and throw him over my shoulder?”
“You must listen to your inner voice, young man,” Adjani intoned, sounding like a mixture between Obi-Wan and Jackie Chan.
Involuntarily, Adam’s eyes flew over to the stage, just in time to see an overly muscled half-naked hunk with a buzz-cut reach up and press a hand against Tommy’s package. And what was worse, the prince seemed to lean forward into the man’s big paw.
Later, Adam couldn’t quite recall what happened then. He only knew that he was suddenly standing by the stage right in front of Tommy, his eyes centered on his gyrating pelvis, and his hand, like it had its own will, reached up and grabbed the prince by the waistband of his cut-offs and yanked him down off the stage and into Adam’s arms.
“Enough is enough,” he growled, lugging the prince over his shoulder and pushing his way through the pulsing crowd toward the exit. Kris followed him hurriedly, managing to get their jackets and the car key.
“You drive,” Adam commanded shortly, pushing Tommy onto the backseat and crawling in to sit beside him, never letting go of him. The prince had gotten over his first shock and began to fight back, hissing like a furious cat, but Adam just tightened his hold until Tommy went limp in is grip.
“Let go of me, you fucker,” Tommy hissed. “You’ve no right…”
“Shut up, Tommy, or I’ll gag you. I’ve had it, tonight. I’m sick of this shit. One more word of you and I’m going to smash your shop window in and get those chains, and then I’ll hogtie you to our bed and Kris will rim you till you scream.”
There was total silence in the car after that outburst. Kris who was steering the car with trembling hands kept checking the rearview mirror nervously while Tommy had averted his gaze from Adam and was looking out of the window sullenly. Adam was still fuming, caught in some kind of red haze, but he did notice, even in the dim light, that the prince’s cheeks had a bit of a flush to them.
“You know what,” he said to Kris, “let’s drive by the shop anyway.”
Kris set the blinker and turned left, while Adam began to search the prince’s pockets for the key. Tommy squirmed, but remained stonily silent when Adam pawed him a bit more than necessary in the process.
Kris parked the car at the massage parlor. Adam got out and unlocked the shop’s door, then went in to get the chains. He had them in his hands when he saw Tommy scramble out of the car and take off in a run. Kris jumped out, too, and took up the pursuit. All that jogging Adam had had him do finally seemed to pay off. At the next corner he had caught up to the prince. Grabbing him by the waist, he slammed him with his back against the nearest wall, pressing against him with all that he had to keep him in place.
Adam slowly walked up to them, jingling chains still in his hands, and enjoyed the spectacle, now that Kris had the prince safely in his grip.
“Oomph!” Tommy gasped. “Dammit, Kris! Let me go! Why are you helping him?” He squirmed like a snake against Kris’ body. Adam was hovering a few yards away, watching them raptly.
“Because I want him to be happy, and so do you, Tommy. Stop lying to yourself, will you? You’re just as crazy for him as I am!”
“No, I’m not,” hissed Tommy, bucking and heaving against Kris. “I’m totally over him!”
Kris laughed out loud at that. “No, you’re not. Your eyes burn when you look at him. It’s written all over your face, your whole body. You love him. You’re just too scared to admit it. Too scared to do what it takes! A little scaredy cat!” He moved in to softly lick the prince’s ear, then giving it a little nip with his teeth.
The prince froze. Kris licked him again before biting down once more, harder this time.
Tommy hissed. “Fuck, Kris! Stop that!”
With a last wet lick Kris pulled away. “What’s up, my prince? Like it a bit too much?”
With a shiver Tommy let his head sink back against the wall, his eyes closed. Following his move Kris leaned closer and began to whisper something in his ear. It sounded quite insistent; Adam tried, but couldn’t make out a word of it. He only saw the prince going utterly quiet against Kris, as if listening raptly. Kris spoke to him for a long time, his hands on the prince’s body more gentle now, and in the end Tommy gave a short, jerky nod, and Kris stepped away from him.
The prince opened his eyes. His anger seemed to have disappeared, leaving in its wake only desire and passion. His cut-offs did nothing to hide just how hard he was, and he was looking at Adam with a downright hungry expression on his face. Holding Tommy’s gaze, Adam pulled Kris in for a deep, passionate kiss. When he tore his mouth off the other man’s all three of them were short of breath. Adam’s eyes settled on Kris. “God, Kris, I love you. Are you really okay with this?”
Kris smiled softly. “I love you, too, Adam. And yes, absolutely.”
He reached out to pull Tommy closer. The prince complied easily, tumbling into Kris’ arms. There was no fight on the back seat this time, Adam was driving now, and Kris held Tommy’s hand for the rest of the way, and they walked up the stairs to their apartment side by side.
Adam was behind them, still caught in whatever emotion had taken possession of him at the club. There was a bit of a buzz in his head, and the drink he had consumed didn’t really help, either. His gaze swerved from Tommy’s skinny ass to Kris’ marginally more muscled one, and he had to swallow down the urge to grab them both and knead their tempting cheeks right there on the stairs.
Finally Kris had vanquished the door locks; Adam noted with some satisfaction that he seemed to be having trouble keeping his hands steady, too. When the door closed behind them with a heavy thud the hallway seemed even smaller than usual, brimming with nervous energy and wayward pheromones.
For a second, silence reigned. The prince cleared his throat. Adam and Kris looked at him expectantly, but what he said was, “I really need a glass of water.”
Silently Kris went into the kitchen and got him one. Tommy drank it down in one go and gave the glass back to Kris. “What now?” he asked, a bit shakily, looking from Kris to Adam and back.
“Now we get rid of our clothes,” Adam said in reply. Deliberately he let his leather jacket drop to the ground and, after popping the button open, slowly pulled down the fly of his black jeans. He nearly moaned when his cock finally sprang free of its tight confines. Fuck, he had been hard for so long - his balls hurt as his erection bobbed in the air heavily.
One meaningful look was enough. Kris went to his knees in front of him, licking the tip of Adam’s pulsing cock before sucking it into the sanctuary of his hot wet mouth. “God!” Adam groaned, going week-kneed at the sudden intensity of it. Kris moaned encouragingly around his hardness, letting him know he was ready for more, and Adam followed that invitation and pushed further in, deep into the amazing tightness of Kris’ throat.
He remained unmoving for a while, enjoying the clenching and rippling as Kris tried his hardest to keep him buried there as long as he possibly could. At last he pulled off, taking a few deep breaths before starting again on Adam’s cock, licking and nibbling the smooth length until he had it shiny with spit. Adam, who was equally breathless, had to lean back against the wall for support.
Kris paused again and looked back over his shoulder at Tommy. Adam followed the direction of his gaze. The prince was watching them intently, eyes glued to Kris’ swollen, wet lips, fists balled as if he had a hard time keeping himself in check. If he wanted to run, or join in, Adam couldn’t tell.
“Come on, Tommy,” whispered Kris, “there’s enough for us two to work on.”
A jolt ran through the prince at Kris’ words, and he began moving toward them with halting, shaky steps, as if his body was dragging him there against his will. Adam held his breath when he finally stood right in front of him. The prince was deadly pale in his black tank top, his eyes dark and huge and burning with emotion.
“Oh, please,” Adam whispered, “please, Tommy-“ And then the prince knelt down, right beside Kris, resting his head against Adam’s belly in silent acknowledgment.
Dizzy with relief Adam closed his eyes, heaving a great shuddering breath. Suddenly there were two hot mouths nipping at his burning flesh, two eager tongues dueling over him, a hand cradling his balls gently, and another hand gliding over his ass cheeks and then a wet finger centered on his sphincter and slowly pushed in.
Adam bucked up helplessly, searching more friction, but two sets of hands pushed him back, and the finger went deeper. He growled as a second one was added, slowly filling him with a light, delicious stretch. The tongues had followed his backward movement and now he was caught between those insistent fingers and two eager mouths that were working his cock relentlessly with teeth and tongues. He could do nothing but hang on as they worked him from both ends, twitching and writhing helplessly under their touches.
“Please,” he begged brokenly, “Please, I need-“ And then there finally were hands on his aching cock, giving him the friction he needed and with an earth-shattering scream he shot his come in six, seven spurts, his whole body convulsing, every muscle taught.
When it was over, he slowly blinked his eyes open, almost afraid of what he would see. Oh. Oh, God. Kris and Tommy were still on their knees, faces painted with his come, their eyes trained on his face in rapt concentration. Even though he just had come, his cock gave an interested twitch at that hot picture.
“Lick each other clean,” he growled, in a voice so hoarse he barely recognized it as his own. Kris and Tommy tore their gazes away from his face and looked at each other. At first none of them moved, but then Kris took the initiative with a long lick over Tommy’s come-stained lips. The prince moaned, and then Kris proceeded to clean all the come off his face, with meticulous, precise licks. He leaned back when he was done, a satisfied smile on his lips, and then the prince did the same for him, holding his head in gentle hands turning it wherever he needed it. When he was done, he smiled at Kris, too, and in complete accord they both turned their attention back on Adam.
With deft fingers they divested him of his jeans, then, getting to their feet, of his shirt, before taking him by the hand and leading him into the bed room where they pushed him down on the mattress. He went willingly, curious about what would happen next.
What happened next was Tommy kneeling down by his side, the golden chain set dangling in his hands.
“Want to tie him up?” he asked Kris, mischief dancing in his eyes.
“Love to,” replied Kris, and together they made short work of it. In a matter of minutes Adam was lying on his back, his wrists shackled together and fastened to the bed’s railings, his legs raised and spread apart, leaving him wide open to whatever Kris and Tommy would decide to do to him. The collar was a heavy presence around his neck. It was a strange feeling. Usually he was the one in control, and now here he was, unable to move and defenseless. He wouldn’t have thought it possible, but there was a frisson of fear running through him, and he couldn’t help testing the strength of the chains with a few strong jerks.
“Shush, Adam. Don’t hurt yourself.” Kris put a calming hand on Adam’s chest, right above his thundering heart. Tommy knelt at Adam’s other side, gently laying a hand on his hipbone, fingers caressing the sensitive flesh south of it. With a soft sigh, Adam relaxed into the bonds. The room was completely silent.
Kris stood up to dim the lights and put the fan on a low setting. Then he sat back down by Adam’s side, and he and Tommy just watched him twitch in his bonds. Suddenly feeling totally overwhelmed, Adam closed his eyes. Every now and then a draft of cool air breezed over Adam’s sweaty skin, making him break out in goose-bumps. Finally he couldn’t bear the tension any longer. “Goddamn, do something!” he bellowed, opening his eyes to glare at them.
Kris just shook his head, like Adam was a particularly unruly child. “Always so impatient!” he chided, exchanging a significant glance with the prince.
Tommy nodded in agreement. “I know what you mean. It’s that caveman act of his.”
“Yeah,” Kris said. “It has its charms-I’ll be the first one to admit that-but today he’s overdone it! Throwing you over his shoulder like that! He really needs-“
“-to be taught a lesson!” Tommy finished. They smirked at each other with open glee on their faces and Adam’s traitorous cock twitched in response.
“But what should we do to him?” Kris mused, putting a finger under his chin. “Chew his nipples till he screams?”
“God, yes!” Adam’s breathing sped up.
“Or lick his innocent little hole till it gets all hungry?” Tommy murmured, winking at Kris.
“Yes,” Adam yelled, bucking up. “Yes, dammit!”
“You know what,” Kris leaned over to Tommy whispering conspiratorially, “he’s got that tingly place right below his ribcage where his skin is all soft and smooth, with barely even a freckle… I know for a fact that he’s really sensitive there…”
Even while saying it he leaned down to lick said place in a long, broad swipe. Adam’s breath caught as he tried in vain to suppress a moan. Tommy was moving in now, too, and started with lips, tongue and teeth on the opposite side.
It was excruciating. Their clever mouths made him writhe and twist in his golden chains, and soon he couldn’t hold back his screams any longer as they worked him over mercilessly.
“Oh God, please! No more! I can’t… Ugh! No, Tommy, please! Kris, dammit! I’m begging you-“ He broke off, having no breath left. Gasping and howling alternately he gave himself over to their torture, his head thrown back helplessly, eyes pressed close as he desperately tried to hang on. Through the roar in his ears he heard them talk to each other, but couldn’t for the life of him make out the words. He was lost in his own world, and this world didn’t have words, just sensations, and they were short of tearing him apart.
At first he didn’t even notice that they had stopped. He only knew that his body had stopped twitching and shuddering. Slowly he blinked his eyes open. Kris and Tommy were sitting back on their heels, watching him with a sort of curious detachment, as if he were a sample that had to be analyzed.
“You bastards,” he growled, narrowing his gaze at them. “I’m gonna get you for this!”
Kris gave a grim smile. “I don’t think he’s learned his lesson yet,” he remarked to Tommy, leaning forward again.
“No, please!” yelled Adam when the prince moved to follow Kris’ example, “please, not again! God, please! What do you want from me, dammit?”
Kris smiled. “We want you to be a good boy, Adam. We want you to take what we give to you. You think you can do that yet?”
Adam shivered. “I… I swear I’ll try, okay? Just, please-“ Oh God, he hoped it was enough. He couldn’t stand another round of this.
“Hm,” said Kris. “So you’ll be good?”
“Yes, I swear! I’ll try to be good!”
“And you’ll take whatever we choose to do to you?”
Adam closed his eyes and swallowed. “Yes, I’ll take it. I promise.” He looked up again, searching their faces for clues. They were exchanging a silent glance. “Please,” he repeated, quietly.
Tommy smiled, the first real smile Adam had seen from him in a long, long time. “Okay,” he said slowly, “I’m gonna give you a chance to be good, babyboy. You want that?”
“Yes,” Adam gasped, “yes, Tommy, anything!”
With a smirk on his face the prince reached for the lube on the night table and coated his cock generously with the slick. Then he poured more on his fingers and smeared it all over Adam’s sphincter. He still was a bit relaxed from earlier, but when Tommy shoved two of his fingers in at the same time Adam groaned as his muscles tightened up in reaction.
“Too much?” Tommy asked.
Adam shook his head mutely ‘no’. Looking satisfied, Tommy proceeded to work him open diligently, and Adam couldn’t help wondering where he might have learned that. He seemed rather proficient at it.
All too soon the prince withdrew his fingers and knelt between Adam’s raised legs, aiming his cock at Adams twitching hole. Adam closed his eyes, concentrating on staying relaxed. It was hard to do, this was a thing he wasn’t used to anymore. Tommy had to exert a lot of pressure to breach Adam, and when his cock head popped finally in Adam nearly screamed out. He caught himself in the last second, but the groan that escaped him was telling enough. The prince didn’t let that deter him, though. He pushed in to the hilt, never slowing down, no matter that Adam’s muscles clenched madly around him in the process.
“Shit, Adam,” growled the prince. “You’re so damn tight! I never expected-“ He broke off, blushing. Slowly he pulled out a few inches, his arms already trembling with the effort of holding him up. “I won’t last long,” he muttered, and slammed back in, making Adam scream out now for real. Kris, who had settled at Adam’s side and was playing with his hard nipples, smiled at Tommy, saying, “Just give it to him, cupcake. This is for you.”
They exchanged a leisurely kiss, while Adam watched them with hungry eyes. Finally Kris pulled away, and as if that had been his signal Tommy began fucking Adam with hard, powerful jabs, making Adam shout out with every thrust. He was being taken, being ridden hard, and there was nothing he could do about it. The chains held him in place effectively as the prince fucked him into submission.
The wet slamming noise seemed to echo back from the room’s walls, every jab made Adam’s own rock hard erection jump and bounce painfully. He felt completely undone as his insides were being rearranged to fit Tommy’s cock. Next to his belly button was a growing spot of glistening precome, and sometimes his cockhead smacked into it at an especially forceful thrust.
Tommy was breathing harshly, too, sweat dropping down from his body onto Adam’s. Impossibly, he picked up the pace once more, hammering into Adam hard, four, five, six times, and then his whole body seized and jerked, and when Adam felt Tommy’s cock pulse inside him, his own muscles clenched helplessly. Panting like a race horse, the prince collapsed, burying his face against Adam’s neck, his half-open mouth nursing the sweaty skin next to the golden collar.
When he pulled out at last it was accompanied by a wet, slurping noise. Adam’s hole was still quivering; and he felt so wide open, so exposed. He hadn’t come--his untouched cock was still leaking in sympathy--yet he experienced a sense of achievement, of completion, with Tommy lying next to him and slowly coming back to earth.
Their eyes met and stayed glued to each other for a long time. With bated breath Adam waited for a sign from the prince, for some kind of verdict that would tell him that everything would be okay now. Tommy’s gaze was intense, almost like it had been before they embarked on this adventure, but now there was something hidden beneath it, some kind of inner warmth, almost a glow, that bore a striking resemblance to the expression that had been on his face when they had made love for the first time.
“Will you kiss me, Tommy?” Adam asked, encouraged by it.
Wordlessly, the prince pushed up on his elbow and gently pressed his mouth to Adam’s. Still reeling, Adam invited him in, welcoming Tommy’s questioning tongue as it claimed every corner of his mouth with determined zeal. The hot insistence of it left Adam shaking, a fire burning through his veins and through his heart. He was flayed wide open, all of his defenses gone.
Tommy pulled back, kneeling by his side now, opposite of Kris, and both were watching him with such tenderness it made him ache deep inside. He relaxed into his bonds, ready for whatever they had in mind for him next. He couldn’t help slanting a hopeful glance at Kris, though.
Kris acknowledged it with a soft smile. “Turn around, Adam. I want you on your knees.”
Another heatwave coursed through him at Kris’ words. Groaning under the strain he complied. His arms were stretched out in front of him now, his head resting between them. The chains made him spread his knees obscenely wide, and he felt loose and dirty with Tommy’s come slowly leaking out of his well-fucked hole.
A wet hand was smashed down dead center on said hole, spreading what felt to him like an insane amount of lube all around it. “I want you all wet and squishy,” Kris declared.
“Any wetter and your cock will drown,” Adam muttered.
“Cheeky bastard.” Kris slapped his ass with his wet, open hand. “Ouch!” Adam cried in surprise. That had smarted more than just a bit. He still felt it reverberate through his body.
“Look, his hole just winked at us!” Tommy exclaimed. “Do it again!”
“Okay,” Kris said lightly. Slap! Another round of clenching followed, and then the next slap shortly afterward. And so on. Soon, Adam’s ass was on fire, as much from the slaps as from the reaction it set off.
“Kris, please” he groaned, wiggling his behind, “please, come on. I can’t take anymore. I need you in me now!”
Kris stopped the slapping. “Hm, I like the sound of this, Adam, baby. Tell me a bit more and I just might give you what you want.”
Adam drew a great, heaving breath. Turning his head sideward so he could see both of them he spoke. “Kris, please. Take me. Give me your cock. I want it so, so bad. My hole is hungry for you. I’m wet and open and ready. I feel like I’ll die if you don’t fuck me right now! I want you to take me hard and fast, pound me to pieces-“
“I think that’s enough,” Kris said, voice dry, and slammed in. Adam couldn’t help the screams that escaped him as Kris set a fast, punishing rhythm. It was a hard, merciless ride, exactly how he wanted it. Greedily he pushed back, as far as the chains allowed, trying to meet Kris’ urgent thrusts. His hands were clawed around the railings for leverage, all his muscles tight from the strain.
He barely noticed Tommy wriggling to get under him, only when a hot mouth engulfed his aching erection and began sucking it hungrily, and then he lost the last vestiges of control. His body was running on autopilot, trying to buck forward to jam his cock deeper into Tommy’s mouth, while at the same time wanting desperately to push back against Kris, needing, wanting more of everything. It was a crazy race toward completion. His mind shut down for a moment when it finally, finally was upon him, and he flailed like a marionette under the dual assault, broken screams tearing from his dry throat. He heard a hoarse yell, felt Kris faltering atop him, and then a wave of heat flooded his burning, pulsing channel. At the same time Tommy pulled off his spent cock, giving the sensitive head a last gentle nip. It was too much.
Unable to hold himself up anymore he collapsed on the soaked sheets, taking Kris down with him. In consequence, the chains pulled his legs up, but he didn’t even register it, and then somebody was already carefully taking them off him.
When he came back to his senses, he was the center piece of a tangled triptych of sweaty male bodies. With eyes that were still a bit unfocused he stared up at the ceiling fan that was still drawing its slow, even circles. He gazed to his left where Kris was half-heartedly trying to pull a blanket over them. Kris noticed him looking and they exchanged a short smile. Turning his head he saw Tommy on his other side, a pillow stuffed under his head, looking back at him with steady eyes.
“Are we okay, Tommy?” he whispered, holding his breath.
The prince remained silent for a long time. Adam was almost becoming nervous. But then Tommy smiled too, and gave a tiny nod. “We’re okay, babyboy.”
Adam closed his eyes in relief. “Thank fuck!” Tommy giggled, and even Kris, who was already half-asleep, gave a little snort.
It was Adam who finally crawled out of bed and got a few wet wipes to clean most of the come and lube off them. Then he settled back between them and watched them cuddle up closer to him, his heart nearly bursting with an overabundance of joy. Although he was completely worn out he didn’t sleep at all that night, content to watch his lovers lie next to him and not wanting to miss a single moment of it. He saw the first rays of dawn crawl into the room, listened to the birds picking up their morning concert one after the other, and he just knew that in this moment he was the luckiest man on earth.
And for the rest? The future would take care of itself, one way or the other. At least that was what his mom often had told him, and anyway, that was another tale for another day.