Broken Toys

Chapter 59

Billy leaned against the door and stared into the refrigerator. He didn't particularly want anything to eat or drink, but his thoughts were too far away to realize that.

"The light does go out when you shut the door."

Billy started and looked up at Zeke in confusion, having barely registered his words. "What?"

"The light goes out. Here, I'll prove it." Zeke crossed the room, crowding Billy out until he moved away from the fridge door. Zeke shut it firmly. "See, no light." He turned to Billy and laid a hand on the back of his neck, using it to guide the shorter boy. "Upstairs."

Billy let himself be led through the house as Zeke checked the doors and windows, making sure everything was closed and locked before he steered Billy to the stairs. He bypassed the bedroom and continued guiding Billy up to the attic playroom where Casey was waiting.

The dark green duvet Casey had found at the thrift shop was spread out on the floor, mismatched throw pillows scattered across it. There were candles of different sizes and shapes on the windowsill and several shelves. One of Casey's favorite CDs played softly in the background.

Zeke and Billy barely noticed any of these details - their attention was on the pale form walking towards them. Casey was naked, his skin glowing in the soft light. He smiled seductively but didn't speak.

Instead, he approached silently, stopping at the edge of the duvet, waiting for them to move closer before dropping to his knees in front of Billy. He looked up from beneath long, dark lashes and reached for the button on Billy's jeans.

Billy sucked in a ragged breath and leaned back a little, feeling Zeke behind him, ready to offer support. The taller boy was steadying Billy, but also holding him in place so he could place almost-painful little bites along Billy's neck. Billy moaned quietly and tilted his head to allow Zeke better access.

Casey had worked Billy's jeans open and down so they pooled around Billy's legs. He was pressing kisses to the skin of Billy's abdomen, just above the waistband of his briefs while still fumbling at the laces of Billy's sneakers. Finally Billy found the presence of mind to offer some help and shifted to allow Casey to remove the shoes and jeans.

Casey thanked him by blowing a long stream of warm air directly against Billy's covered erection. Billy tried to pull away from the intense sensation only to encounter Zeke's hardness.

"Ready to play?" Zeke breathed into his ear and Billy nodded. He suddenly understood that this was their way of apologizing for the love bites they'd given each other earlier. Billy almost laughed - so much had happened that he barely remembered being upset about that. Two little marks hardly seemed significant compared to the rest of the afternoon's train wreck of events.

"Billy?" Casey interrupted Billy's thoughts, bringing his attention back to the much more pleasant now. Billy reached out and caught Casey's hair, tugging it gently to urge the young man to continue what he had been doing. Casey made a pleased sound in the back of his throat and went back to teasing the soft skin of Billy's left hip.

Zeke was pressed fully against Billy's back, his hands roaming up under Billy's shirt, easing it upward as he explored. Billy knew the shirt wouldn't stay on much longer, nor would his briefs. He was rarely the middle of a Casey-Zeke sandwich, but it was exactly what he needed right now - just to let his lovers take care of him.

The briefs were being worked downward with impatient little tugs. Billy decided to help move things along, by kicking them off, then shifting his stance to spread his legs farther apart. He was rewarded by the feel of air against his exposed flesh, and the tease of a finger scratching lightly across his opening.

He shivered with pleasure and then gasped when Zeke pinched both nipples hard. He let Zeke raise his arms and pull his t-shirt off. It was tossed aside and then both of Zeke's hands were on him again, exploring. Billy could feel the fabric of Zeke's clothing against his body and wanted to turn around and remove it. He was desperate for skin-to-skin contact. Zeke seemed to know what he was thinking because there was a sudden nothingness behind Billy, and then Zeke was back. This time there was nothing between them but heat.

Casey was tormenting him with fingers now, alternating fingernails lightly rubbing across his entrance, and a single, saliva-moistened digit pressing insistently on that same opening. After one particularly strong push, that finger slid inside a little and Billy thought his legs might give out.

"Time to lay down," Zeke directed, using his hold on Billy's upper body to help guide him down to the duvet. Casey followed their movements, his hands still working on Billy so that once he was comfortably on the floor, Casey was already over him, his mouth half-engulfing him just as his finger plunged deep. Billy arched his back, only to find his torso covered by Zeke, his mouth claimed in an open-mouthed kiss.

Billy tried closing his eyes, letting his lovers control everything while he surrendered to pleasure. After a few moments he realized that it was much more pleasurable to see them as they played. He loved the glint of mischief in Zeke's eyes and the wild sensuality in Casey's. He needed to touch them and see them react, to watch as they communicated without words.

He reached out for Casey first, his free hand finding the top of Casey's head and twining through Casey's hair. His other arm was trapped by Zeke's body and he could just manage to curl his fingers up and stroke Zeke's hip.

Casey responded to the pressure of Billy's hand on his head by speeding up his movements. He seemed determined to drive Billy over the edge while Zeke held Billy helpless. They both knew how difficult it was for Billy to surrender like this, no matter how much he trusted the both of them. Zeke was murmuring reassurances between kisses, his hands gentle even as he kept Billy pinned.

Billy made a helpless sound in the back of his throat as he felt the point of no return approaching. He tightened his grip in Casey's hair, not quite caring if it was painful. He pressed his torso upward, making one last, futile effort to regain control.

Too late.

Zeke released his mouth just as Casey pressed a second finger in. Billy was barely aware of being fully engulfed by Casey's mouth. He cried out desperately against his lack of control as his body spasmed with pleasure.

There was darkness.

Falling.

And then he tasted Casey.

And himself.

And he felt the shivery heat of Zeke's tongue dancing patterns across his skin.

He laughed.

It was an uncontrolled giggle flowing up from his chest, tickling as it went until it emerged as full-grown laughter. He was as helpless to stop it as he had been to control his climax.

He felt Casey's head on his chest and he looked down to see that he was laughing too. Muffled sounds from below told him Zeke had joined in as well.

Billy found Zeke's head near his thigh and tugged at his hair, urging him up so they could share their amusement. He had no idea what was so funny, but it felt good to laugh so he wasn't going to resist.

"You know you're warped," Zeke managed to tell him between fits of laughter.

Billy nodded his agreement while Casey giggled even harder.

"You're just as bad, Case," Zeke assured the younger man.

Casey grinned and gave Billy a look. Together, they tackled Zeke, wrestling him until he lay beneath the two squirming bodies. The laughter subsided, leaving all three breathless.

Casey lay his head down on Zeke's chest and sighed in contentment.

"My dad will be here early tomorrow morning," Billy said regretfully after a long, comfortable silence.

"So much for getting wasted tonight." Zeke reached up to toy with Billy's hair, keeping his motions smooth. Casey's breathing was evening out towards sleep and Zeke didn't want to disturb him.

"Let's save the champagne for after the parents have all gone home." Billy turned onto his side and looked down at Casey, then up at Zeke. "I guess going all night is postponed."

Zeke huffed a laugh and flicked Billy's ear.

"Bed?" Casey mumbled sleepily, surprising Billy and Zeke. They thought he'd fallen asleep.

"It's nice right here," Billy replied. His words were a bit slurred and his eyelids were drooping.

"Candles," Zeke reminded them. He shifted Casey to the side and rose, ignoring the sounds of protest. One by one Zeke blew out the flames until the only light was from the stars shining down onto the two bodies curled towards each other on the duvet. The faint scent of vanilla lingered in the air, left by one of the extinguished candles. Zeke breathed it in as he looked at his lovers in the semi-dark. He could see the glint of their eyes looking for him.

"Come back," Casey demanded. Billy shifted, pulling up a corner of the duvet to cover them.

Zeke slid into place between them, smiling as they took up their favorite positions - him on his back with Casey's head on his chest and Billy curled against his side.

Casey looked up and kissed the underside of Zeke's jaw before reaching out and twining his fingers with Billy's.

Linked together, they drifted into sleep.

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