Their Bounty (Four Mercenaries 1)

But this place was no free-for-all either. The man who’d approached Clover for sex on that first evening, kept his distance. No one wanted to accidentally cross the unspoken line surrounding Clover, who had been accepted as the sole property of the mercenaries.

He was more than fine with that.

Pyro’s mouth opened Clover’s, and when his burning hot fingers rubbed Clover’s nape, leaning in was the only option. It was still early, but Clover’s brain was already sinking into a cloud of absolute contentment.

“Slept well, Clo?” Pyro asked, resting his head on the pillow and smiling up at him. His blue braid was still intact, though somewhat frizzy, its wild color in place despite the stains left on the sheet. Clover had an intimate knowledge of Pyro’s temperament, yet the man looked cute with his eyes still puffy from sleep.

Clover ran his hand up Pyro’s chest. “It was very warm. I think Boar’s still asleep,” he whispered, waiting for a comment from behind his back.

“No, I’m not,” Boar mumbled and squeezed Clover’s chest so tightly breathing became impossible for a moment. He then leaned above Clover and gave Pyro a good morning kiss as well.

Pyro sighed, rolling to his back in the huge bed they’d been offered for the duration of their stay. Most of the inhabitants lived in simple log cabins like this one, with the only difference being size. After all, guests didn’t need as much space.

“I don’t wanna leave.”

Clover laughed and prodded at Pyro’s side. “I didn’t know you were a fan of organic living. Gonna hang up your gun and swap it for a rake?”

Pyro frowned, his eyes trained on the decorative lamp made out of antlers. “Oh, I know everything about sweeping, cleaning, and tending to a garden. I had a crazy amount of chores growing up.”

Clover rolled out of Boar’s embrace and on top of Pyro’s sturdy form to look him right in the eye. “You? Chores and gardening? I don’t believe a word.”

Boar snorted, rubbing his cheek against the pillow like a lazy cat. “Oh, yeah. He even had a uniform he needed to wear for home schooling.”

Pyro shook his head. “I’d get punished all the freaking time. With the amount of spanking I’d gotten, it’s a surprise I haven’t gotten into it. You know, as a defence mechanism.”

Clover rested his elbows at the sides of Pyro’s face, struck by how little he knew about his lover’s background. He hadn’t wanted to pry, but he’d now strike the iron while it was hot. “You do like spanking me... Were you a bad boy already? A rotten child?”

Boar laughed and put his hand on Clover’s naked ass under the covers. “Can you imagine him not being a bad boy? If you ask me nicely, I might show you what a pretty blond boy he used to be at eleven. Though I bet he was already having all the wet dreams about his handsome neighbors.”

Pyro put his hand over Boar’s mouth. “Don’t show him that photo, or I’ll tell him about that sexual fantasy you had about the confessional!”

Boar couldn’t stop laughing. “You wouldn’t!”

Pyro grinned. “Try me. I might need a blowjob to reconsider.”

Clover pinned Pyro back down when he tried to get up, feeling like a lion cub play-fighting with the leader of their pride. “No, wait! I need to know more. Were you two part of the same community? I thought you only met later?” His mind still spun with the idea of Pyro forced into a uniform. How constricting it must have been for a free-spirited man like him.

Boar snorted. “If we were part of the same community, I’d not have stayed a virgin for as long as I did. But I guess there are some similarities in our childhoods.”

“Only my dad was a military guy and super strict, and his parents were religious nutjobs who started each day with family prayer and finished it with communal Bible study,” Pyro said, butting in.

Boar showed his teeth in a scowl. “Yeah. There wasn’t much place for being gay in that environment. So when they found out, I had to go.”

Clover reached for Boar’s beard and stroked it as his heart was struck by sadness over this gentle giant having to go through such a thing. “I’m so sorry. Were you kicked out too, Pyro?”

The green eyes met his, and a smirk tugged at Pyro’s mouth. “No. I left. Was fed up with all the discipline. With having to do stuff just because someone else said so. I moved in with this squatter community and met Boar some time after that.” He squeezed Boar’s hand with fondness even as he nuzzled Clover.

Before Clover had met the mercenaries, he would have never thought he might learn to feel so much for more than one person. And in case of Pyro and Boar, he’d expected to be a third wheel in their relationship, but both of them were so open, so welcoming, Clover no longer thought about it much. Their arrangement might have been unusual, but it worked. He didn’t feel less wanted because these guys had feelings for each other too. Last night, they’d kissed while spit roasting him, and witnessing it had made Clover so hot he wouldn’t close his eyes even when they watered from the hard throat-fuck. He wasn’t jealous, and neither were they, content with sharing both tenderness and physical pleasure.