Tim waited until Aaron had left the house before calling Sam. “Master, do you have a minute?”
Sam chuckled. “I’m on a coffee break. You can have twenty minutes. What’s up?”
“It’s about Master Aaron. I’m a bit worried.”
The silence that met his remark told Tim he wasn’t the only one. “Yeah, I know. He’s working too hard right now.”
Tim knew Aaron had a big job on his plate, but he usually left his work concerns at the front door. The last few weeks, Aaron had been tense and irritable. Tim had bided his time, hoping matters would improve, but when it became clear intervention was required, he was ready to call in the big guns.
That meant Master Sam.
“He needs a weekend off,” Tim declared. “And we need to distract him.”
Another wry chuckle filled his ears. “Why do I think you have an idea how to do that?”
Tim loved that his Master knew him so well. “Well, I did come up with something we might do, but I wanted to run it by you first.” He’d been thinking about this a lot, mostly at night when he lay in their arms, their legs hooked over his.
“Go on then. I’m all ears.”
“Remember last week when we were watching that film about a couple who rented a cottage by the sea? That got me thinking. Why can’t we do that? Somewhere peaceful, where he’s not allowed to bring any work with him. Maybe somewhere with places to go walking? Or maybe near a beach?” Anywhere away from the city and its noise, its traffic, and the constant ringing of a phone.
“Ooh, I like that. In fact, I’m putting you in charge of finding us such a place. Let me know when you’ve found one.”
“Wait – just like that? Aren’t you going to say where you want to go, or how much you want to spend?” Tim liked having boundaries, and being given this much… freedom felt strange.
“Well, look at how much traveling we’ve have to do to get there. If we’re talking more than three hours, forget it. Aaron would get stressed out because he’d be planning the journey.”
Okay, Tim could deal with that.
“And as for price, obviously I don’t want to spend thousands on one weekend. I love you both, but I’m not made of money.” Sam chuckled. “Is that all you need to know, or is there anything else?”
“If I come up with more questions, I’ll call you, Master.”
“Good boy. I know you’ll find us something that will be perfect. I do have one stipulation though.”
“Yes, Master?”
“Make sure it has a king size bed.” And then he disconnected the call.
Tim went in search of a laptop. He had research to do.
“Isn’t anyone going to tell me where we’re going?” Aaron demanded. “Or why we’re going anywhere in the first place? And why I’m apparently not working on a Friday. Because as far as I know, it’s no one’s birthday, or anniversary, or—” Sam let out a low growl and Aaron shut up immediately.
Tim loved how his Masters interacted.
Sam let out a patient sigh. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. It’s just that both Tim and I felt you needed a break, so we’ve arranged something special. Well, Tim did all the hard work. He found the place. I just paid for it.”
“Left onto Church Lane, Master Sam,” Tim called out from the back seat. “Then you want Faversham Road. That’s the road that goes to the property.”
Aaron peered through the windscreen. “There’s the sea.” He twisted around to stare at Tim. “Are we staying near the sea?”
Tim chuckled. “Near it? We’ll almost be in it.” When he’d shown the photos to Sam, he knew instantly he’d found the right place.
The road curved around to the left, and Tim scanned the signposts on his right, looking for the beach house. Master Sam spotted it first, and pulled into the parking space behind the property. Tim was out of the car before Sam had switched off the engine. The fresh sea air hit him full in the face, and it was exhilarating. Early September was proving to be an Indian summer, and when the breeze off the sea let up for a moment, the temperature was pleasant.
Sam opened the boot and grabbed the bags which he then handed to Tim. He leaned in and kissed Tim’s cheek. “I already love this place. You did good, sweetheart.”
Okay, that made it all worth the effort he’d gone to.
Aaron chuckled. “From the back, it looks like an aircraft hangar.”
“Well, it doesn’t look like one inside, so let’s go see.” Sam took Aaron’s hand and led him to the door. Tim’s heart melted at the sight.
All these years together, and they still hold hands.
Sam opened the door, using the key code the owners had sent him, and led the way into the beach house.
Tim caught his breath. The photos hadn’t done it justice.
“Oh wow.” Aaron’s awed exclamation said it all.
The front of the house was an expanse of glass, made up of five panels that folded back onto themselves to leave the whole space open. Above them were two triangular windows that met in an apex. The space was filled with light.
To the right as they entered were two couches, one of them a corner sofa, large enough to take all three of them sprawled out. A TV stood on a bookcase against the wall. On the others side was a dining table, and the kitchen ran along most of the wall. Beyond the window was a deck, a couple of sun chairs, and then there was nothing but sand, all the way out to the sea.
Aaron stood in silence for a moment, apparently drinking it all in. Then he turned to face Sam and Tim, his arms wide. “Come here, both of you.” They went to him, and Aaron cupped their napes, pulling them closer. “I’m sorry,” he said in a low voice. “I’ve been working too hard recently, pushing myself, and I’ve probably been a pain in the arse to live with.”
“No argument from me,” Sam muttered. That earned him a smack on the back of his head. “Hey, I’m just being honest. And all this was Tim’s idea. He said we needed to distract you.”
Aaron’s slow smile reached his eyes. “Then distract me, boys.”
“What did you have in mind?”
Fuck, when Sam spoke in that rough, sexy voice, it always went straight to Tim’s dick.
“Well, for starters, I think I need to thank Tim for this. And seeing as he’s gone to all this trouble, I think he should be the one to choose how we reward him, don’t you agree?”
“Oh, definitely.”
Wait—what?
“This… this isn’t about me,” Tim protested. “I wanted to make you happy, to give you some time to unwind, relax.”
Aaron nodded, his eyes sparkling. “And what would make me happy is to make our boy scream our names. So tell us how you want us to achieve that.”
Oh God. Tim knew what he wanted without even thinking. Hadn’t part of him been hoping for this? The part of him that had kept sliding bigger and fatter butt plugs into his hole in the last few weeks, stretching himself in (hopeful) preparation?
Sam gave him a knowing glance. “Tell us.”
Tim looked from Sam to Aaron, then back to Sam again. “I want…” The words came out as a whisper.
Aaron curved his palm around Tim’s cheek. “Tell us.” He spoke more softly than Sam, but the effect was the same.
Tim was compelled to tell the truth.
“I want you both… inside me.”
Sam frowned, but Aaron widened his eyes. “You’re not talking about us spit-roasting you, are you?”
Tim shook his head. “I want to take both your dicks.”
Sam was still frowning. “We’re neither of us small, sweetheart.”
“I know. And that’s why I’ve been practicing… with butt plugs… and that dildo you call Gargantua.” He swallowed. This was the part that might land him in pretty hot water.
Right on cue, Sam narrowed his gaze. “You were using toys without telling us?”
Tim took a deep breath. “I know, Master. But… I wanted to surprise you.
“I’d say you managed that part,” Aaron commented. He peered closer at Tim. “Were you careful?”
Tim’s cheeks heated. “Yes, Master. I… I asked Rob to come over and sit in the other room, in case anything happened.”
Sam scowled, but seconds later he burst out laughing. “What did Rob say?
“As he left, he said he was grateful that I trusted him, but he never wanted to hear me make those sounds again.”
“And did you come?” Sam wanted to know.
Tim took another breath. “No, I did not. You said I’m not to come unless you tell me I can. The last time was three days ago, Master Sam. When you and Master Aaron gave me permission.”
Aaron bit back a smile at that. He nudged Sam. “I think that deserves a reward in itself, don’t you?” He peered at Tim. “What I would give to have watched you ride Gargantua.” He tilted his head to one side. “How much of it could you take?”
“About half.” That was the truth. Tim knew lying wouldn’t help him.
Aaron chuckled. “Wow. I’m impressed.” Another glance to Sam. “Well? Shall we? Because I don’t know about you, but the thought of your cock sliding against mine inside his tight little hole…” He grabbed Sam’s hand and brought it down to his crotch.
Sam’s breathing hitched. “Fuck, you’re like a rock.” He squeezed Aaron’s bulge, forcing a soft moan from Aaron’s lips. Sam gestured to the smaller couch. “Warm him up while I get the lube…and some towels.”
Aaron smirked. “This place does have a bed, I assume.”
Sam grinned. “I’m going to open those windows, and we’re going to fuck our boy on the corner sofa. So we’ll have to be quiet, because we don’t want to scare the natives, do we?”
Tim gaped at him. “You want me to take both of you… and do it quietly?”
Sam gave a happy smile. “Think of it as a challenge. And if you can manage it, we’ll let you come.” Then he went over to the bags to search for the lube.
Tim was still gaping. “He’s serious.”
Aaron pulled Tim to him. “I think if you can get both of us inside you, there’s no way he’s not going to let you come.” He cupped Tim’s head with both hands. “Thank you, for being our sweet, generous, thoughtful boy.” Then Aaron moved closer and kissed him, and Tim melted yet again, locking his arms around Aaron’s neck.
Aaron guided him down onto the couch, where they continued kissing, Aaron’s tongue exploring him, Tim feeding him more moans as his cock stiffened in his jeans.
“Undress each other,” Sam instructed from behind the couch. He stood there with the lube in one hand and massaging his erection with the other. A couple of towels were draped over the back of the couch.
Aaron laughed. “Anything to oblige.” He pulled Tim’s sweater up and over his head, then went for his jeans.
Tim laughed as Aaron’s nimble fingers tickled his belly while he tried to unfasten the waistband. “Hey, I’m supposed to undress you too, remember?” He went for Aaron’s shirt buttons, his heartbeat speeding up at the thought of what was to come.
Me, that’s what’s coming. Three days without an last orgasm meant a lot of spunk.
In no time at all, the pair of them were naked, their hands wrapped around each other’s dicks, their mouths busy with kisses.
Sam chuckled. “I think I’m missing out here. Feeling a little neglected here.”
There was a meaty thud, and Tim glanced up to see Sam’s jeans open, his cock pulled out, and he was slapping it against the back of the couch.
Tim smiled. This is going to be fun.