Aaron decided to leave work early. He’d been putting in too many shifts lately, especially for someone who owned the company. The same was happening with Sam. Lately the two of them were at work more often than they were able to be at home. Sam had even taken an overnight trip to Manchester to check in with a client who had questions that couldn’t be answered in a Skype call, or so the man said. He’d asked Aaron and Tim to accompany him, as they’d agreed to do, but Aaron reminded him it was only one day, and not really worth the effort to get tickets, pack their bags, hurry to the train station, then check into the hotel just so Sam could work a few hours before they turned around and came home.
The problem? That overnight trip had turned into the last three days, and by the time Sam got back to his room it was late, and he hadn’t want to call Aaron and Tim because they’d be sleeping. Today was different, though. They were both coming home early. It was meant to be a surprise for their boy, who’d been morose without having either Sam or Aaron at home. Tonight they’d head to the playroom, and give Tim something to remind him who he belonged to.
Aaron let himself in quietly, wanting to surprise Tim. As he approached the media room, he heard moans that he recognized. It was the video the three of them had made after celebrating Tim’s birthday. They’d taken turns fucking him while denying him his release for a good hour. When they’d finally let him cum, Tim had shot over his head and splattered onto the floor.
Good times, good times.
Aaron peered around the corner, and what he saw shocked the hell out of him. There was Tim, his jeans and underwear around his ankles, leaning back in the chair and stroking himself while he watched the film. Aaron wanted to go in there and say something, because Tim knew he wasn’t allowed to touch himself, but fuck, Tim looked hot as he slid his hand up and down the shaft, and whispered his and Sam’s names. The buzzing came as a surprise. Tim must have added a butt plug to his play, and didn’t the thought of that make Aaron’s cock hard?
The downstairs door opened, and Aaron rushed to the landing. Sam looked up, smiled, and was about to say something, when Aaron shook his head, and crooked a finger, beckoning Sam to come up. Sam dropped his bag and followed Aaron back to the media room, where Tim was still languidly stroking himself.
Sam stared. “What the fuck?”
“I know. Isn’t it hot? I wanted to stop him, but damn it’s been too long since the three of us had time for sex.”
Sam moaned quietly, then grabbed Aaron’s hand and brought it to the stiff length in his pants. He rested his other hand on Aaron’s shoulder and pressed. “Get down there,” he ordered.
Without hesitation, Aaron dropped to his knees and undid Sam’s trousers, which he slid lower down his thick, muscular legs. The big cock stood proud, the head weeping a bit of precum, and Aaron smiled as he leaned in and sniffed. Ooh, Sam hadn’t showered, which meant he had that sexy musky scent that always drove Tim wild. Aaron never told them it had the same effect on him. He licked the head of Sam’s cock, unsurprised when Sam clamped a hand on his head and pulled him down the length. Fortunately, Sam had the wherewithal to stop before he choked Aaron, who was never able to take all of Sam’s cock. Tim could do it, and that was good enough for Sam.
“Suck me,” Sam huffed, tugging on Aaron’s hair.
The background was filled with the sound of Tim’s heavy breathing, still moaning their names. It was, by far, the most fucking erotic thing ever. Aaron opened wide, and took half of Sam’s cock into his mouth, loving the sweet taste of his precum.
“Oh, fuck,” Sam groaned. “Aaron.”
He loved being the one to make Sam come apart. Always had. Even when they’d been with Seb, Aaron had felt a bit of power knowing he was the one who made Sam moan or shoot. Ever since that day with Tim, Aaron decided it didn’t matter to him if Sam thought of him as more submissive, because compared to Sam he was. Hell, compared to Sam, most men were more submissive. He still retained a softness, at least when it came to Aaron and Tim. Sure, Sam could be a right bossy bastard, but on movie nights, he would have Tim sit between them, yet still reach out and stroke Aaron’s hair. Maybe Aaron wasn’t so much a Dom as a switch, because he had to admit, he loved it when Sam pampered him sometimes.
“Oh, baby, suck hard,” Sam ground out.
It didn’t escape Aaron’s notice that even as hot as Sam was getting, he never pushed more than Aaron could handle. Never tried to encourage him to go beyond what his mouth could take, never battered his tonsils, trying to force more of his cock into Aaron’s hot, wet throat. Everything Sam did was measured, careful. One day Aaron hoped he and Tim could make Sam fly apart, just like Sam could do with them.
“I’m getting close,” he whispered harshly. “I’m going to cum in your mouth, and you’re going to swallow it.”
As if Aaron would let this gift from Sam go.
He redoubled his efforts, sucking hard on the head of Sam’s cock. After all their years together, he knew that was where Sam was most sensitive. He reached into his own pants and stroked himself, knowing full well that as soon as Sam shot, Aaron would follow close behind. Tim’s breathless panting became keening as he begged them to fuck him harder, to use him. That was all it took to propel Sam off the edge. He gripped Aaron’s head with both hands, thrust into his mouth, and shot a huge load. Aaron gobbled it down gratefully. Then, as he expected, his orgasm hit, and he sprayed onto his hand, pants, and the floor.
Sam continued to thrust a few more times, and Aaron kept his suction tight, determined to milk every last drop out of him. Then he let go and pulled Aaron to his feet, grabbed Aaron’s hand, and licked the cum from his fingers. He kissed Aaron, all tongue and teeth, sharing their loads. At the same time, Tim cried out, practically screaming. They stepped apart and peered around the corner to find a trail of spunk running down Tim’s chin. He dipped his fingers in it, then brought them to his mouth. Sam redid his zip, then stepped away from Aaron and through the door.
“I think that belongs to us,” Sam growled.
Tim’s eyes went wide. “Master Sam! I…I…”
Sam swiped a smear of cum from Tim’s lips, then held it to his own and licked it off. “I know. This isn’t what it looks like, right?”
Tim’s head sagged. “No, it’s exactly what it looks like. I’m sorry.”
Aaron cleaned up as much as he could, before he joined Sam. “Care to tell us why?”
Tim’s lower lip quivered. “I’m sorry,” he breathed out. “You and Master Sam have been working so hard, and…and…” He looked up, and there was a sheen of tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“And you were lonely,” Sam said.
Tim nodded. “It’s the first time I was by myself in the house for so long. I put the film on, because it made me feel like you were here with me.” His cheeks pinked. “And then it got me excited, and…”
“Why didn’t you talk with us?”
“I tried!” Tim protested. “Every morning you were both out the door before your morning blowjobs, without having had breakfast, then you’d come home at night and collapse in the bed. One night, I stayed up to finish the dishes, and when I got back to the room, the two of you were dead to the world. You didn’t even move when I crawled in and…you…I….”
“Didn’t cuddle you,” Sam finished. “That’s our fault. Things have been so hectic lately, and we both figured you’d understand.”
“But I should have!” Tim protested.
“Why?” Aaron demanded. “Why should you understand? We made you grand promises, and then we fell short of achieving them. We should have stayed awake another half hour, just so we could talk with you. So we both missed hearing about your day.” He sighed. “We’re sorry we’ve been so tired.”
“No, it’s me who’s sorry. I just… I don’t like being without you. The house is lonely when the two of you aren’t here to fill it up.”
Sam pulled Tim in, and smiled when Tim clung to him. “Are you saying we’re fat?”
Tim scowled. “What? No, I—”
Aaron pressed his body to Tim’s. “He’s kidding. We understand what you meant. How about this? We can either try to stay awake an extra thirty minutes so we can talk, or we’ll get up a little earlier. Would that work for you?”
Tim shook his head. “No, you don’t understand. Seeing the two of you asleep, peaceful and relaxed? That means everything to me. I just wanted to be part of that.”
“You daft boy. You’re part of everything in our lives. Our rings tell you that.”
They stood there, hugging one another, for a few more moments. “What’s my punishment for cumming without permission?” Tim asked.
“Well, there might be a few dribbles on the floor out there that could be cleaned up.”
Tim cocked his head. “Master Aaron?”
He chuckled. “Sam and I might have done something while listening to you. That was fucking hot.”
Tim grinned. “Okay, how about for a punishment we all go to the bedroom, and the two of you can make out while I stroke myself for your entertainment?”
“Hey, I have a better idea,” Sam said. “How about Aaron and I make out, and you have to sit there and watch us, but don’t get to touch yourself?”
Tim crossed his arms and frowned. “I don’t think I like that idea at all.”
“Then it sounds to me like we have a winner. What do you think, Aaron?”
“Definitely. Tim, why don’t you go make us a cuppa, and we’ll be down in a few minutes?”
“Yes, Master Aaron,” Tim grumbled. He shuffled out of the room.
When he’d gone, Aaron turned to Sam. “You know, if I was Tim, I’d be lonely too.”
“Yeah,” Sam replied, scratching the back of his neck. “Our jobs aren’t supposed to keep us away from home like this. Tim should always have someone he can talk with. I mean, I know he has Rob and Ellis, but they can’t be there for him every day.”
“So what are you saying?”
Sam grinned. “What if our pet got a pet of his own?”
“You mean bring someone else into the relationship? No, absolutely not.”
“No, that isn’t what I meant at all. I’m talking about a pet. A dog or a cat. Someone Tim could be responsible for, and who’d be here for him when Tim needed to cuddle.”
That was…. “Brilliant. I think he’d love that. He enjoys caring for things.”
“We’ll talk to him after his punishment then.”
“We’re not really going to make him sit there and watch us, are we?”
Sam snickered. “Hell, no. Tonight, if you’re up for it, I kind of want to fuck you both.”
Aaron’s ass tingled. “Really?”
“Mm-hm. First, you’ll eat Tim’s ass as I fuck you, then we’ll swap around and Tim can rim you while I pound him.”
They hadn’t done that since New Year’s two years ago. That had been one of the hottest nights of Aaron’s life.
“I am totally up for that.”
“Good. Let’s go get some tea, and then torture our boy some more, before we tell him what we have planned.”
Sam grabbed Aaron’s hand and tugged him along. “You’re a devious shit, you know? Not that I’m complaining.”
Sam’s laughter echoed in the big house and settled something within Aaron. The nice thing about being part of a Threepeat was the fact you were all learning and growing.
And being able to punish your sub didn’t hurt either.