“It’s teenagehood all over again,” Pyro said, clearly back to the fond moments of fucking in bushes and creating drama out of nothing. Tank didn’t miss his teenage years.
Tank settled his gaze on Drake in challenge, but his adversary refused to participate and focused on the toasted bread, as if it were the most interesting activity around.
“When I was a teenager—” Clover started, but Pyro cut him off.
“That was last year.”
“I mean like fifteen, okay? I was so dying to lose my virginity, I offered it to my step-brother. As in, the son of my foster parents.” Clover wiggled his eyebrows, and Boar whistled again.
“Is this the evening of truth, or something?”
Pyro shushed him. “Wait! I wanna know what happened.”
Clover shrugged. “I blew him, but then we got found, and I was kicked out. But he literally told his parents, he was ‘practicing for his future girlfriend’!”
Pyro cackled, lazily stretching on the pillow. “I lost mine at a punk concert I snuck out to. And he lost his to me,” he said, sending a kiss to Boar, who rolled his eyes and bit into the dry, crispy bread.
Drake shook his head. “Classy. Nobody needs to know any of this.”
Tank hugged his naughty boy closer and kissed his head, savoring its texture and scent. “I do. Imagine this: I was a late bloomer and only gained a lot of confidence in the army. Had my first time when I came back home on leave. I was around twenty and met up with this one guy I knew from high school. Turned out he had a thing for uniforms. He wouldn’t give me the time of day at school, so I fucked him so hard he’d feel me for a week, and never let him on my dick again. Oh, guys… the eyes he’d make at me every time I passed through town…” Tank grinned at the memory, despite Pyro throwing a piece of bread at him.
“Dog!”
“Maybe you should wear a uniform for me someday?” Clover whispered, rubbing his soft mouth along the side of Tank’s neck.
“Is that something we don’t know about you, Clo? A secret fetish?” Boar asked, accepting a plate of food from Drake. He seemed so peaceful in the warm light of the fire, tucked into a soft-looking pullover it was hard to believe he’d been through hell so recently.
Clover snorted. “Hardly. By now you must know I love strong, toppy guys who can put me in my place.”
A pleasant shiver ran down Tank’s back, and he stroked his boy’s hair. Clover couldn’t have been any more perfect for him. For each of them, really. He was the glue that strengthened the bonds of friendship already existing within their group, the piece of the puzzle that made them complete, even though their relationships with the boy were separate in nature, and varied. The bond Tank shared with Clover was different from the one Pyro had with the boy, different from Boar’s, different from Drake’s.
No one had to go out looking for hook-ups, no one felt excluded, and the exhibitionistic nature of the sex they often shared only added spice to the relationship Tank had with his pretty boy.
Tank’s gaze drifted above the white-blond head, to the lean form leaning toward the fire. The flames made light dance over Drake’s angular features and cast shadows that hugged the back of his body like armor. It was a secret Tank wouldn’t share with anyone, but while he enjoyed watching Pyro or Boar fuck Clover for the sight of their boy melting into a lusty mess, his feelings weren’t as straightforward when Drake was involved. He’d still act as if Clover remained his sole focus, but when those two were together, Tank’s attention often strayed to Drake’s flushed face and intense gaze. He wasn’t the twinky beauty Clover was, but handsome in this brooding way, with silky hair and eyes as dark as boiling tar.
Drake had never been interested in him, so Tank stopped trying to get into his pants after a while, but Clover’s presence offered him an excuse for a physical closeness Drake seemed fine with. There had been the stolen touches and occasional kisses, and Earth-shattering threesomes, which had sometimes involved double penetration. He would’ve been lying if he claimed Drake’s dick rubbing against his in Clover’s tight ass wasn’t part of the appeal.
Tank had missed Drake for all the reasons, but it was a relief to have him back as a friend, at least.
Drake pushed the brats onto a plate and offered Tank the food, his face lit up by the warm glow of the fire as he leaned in. “Did you find out anything?”
There it was. The question Tank had put off answering.
He took a deep breath, but Clover looked up at him with his mouth full, and there was no avoiding it any longer.