All of Us

Zarek

I watch as my boyfriend collapses on the bed, completely fucking naked and glorious. He’s half hard because he always is. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him entirely soft. A second later, Simon joins him, and it’s the complete opposite. He’s naked, yes. But he’s entirely soft; I've never seen him even hinting at being hard.

He falls almost on top of Declan and then closes his eyes, settling in. They’re almost asleep by the time Damon joins them thirty seconds later, opposite Simon.

I stare for a minute, my chest tightening as doubt trickles into my mind. They need each other to sleep. To exist. Not us. Not me.

A hand on my back makes me jump and I twist to find Quin. He kisses my temple. “Stop thinking that way. We need you too. We’re not complete unless we’re all together.”

Sighing, I nod. “Sorry. The thoughts just… invade before I can stop them.”

“I know. Go on. Get up there.”

Smiling, I turn back to the bed to see all three of them watching me. Taking a breath, I climb up. Simon and Damon reach for me, pulling me down on top of my boyfriend. Simon and Damon readjust, wrapping themselves almost fully around me. I sigh and close my eyes.

The bed shifts two more times as Sage and Quin climb in, and I feel them all touching me. Holding me. Making sure I know that I’m wanted and loved.

I’m not insecure in that area, but I think we all tend to take as many opportunities as we can to remind each other that this is a big family. Together, we’re solid. No one more than the other.

Everyone knows my insecurities—that I’m nothing to look at compared to them. And that I’m easily ruffled as far as seeing Declan and Simon together, which isn’t fair. I know that.

Simon’s hand in my hair makes me open my eyes. He smiles when I look at him. “I’m never going to—”

“I know,” I assure him and shift closer so our faces are touching. “I know, Simon. It’s a reflex and I don’t always get through it on my own before someone notices and gives me the push to get out of it quicker. I love you being here. I love being like this with you.”

“Yeah?” he asks and his smile is like sunshine. It’s honestly no wonder the twins are always so enamored with him.

Leaning in closer, I brush my lips to his for the first time. “Yes. I love everything about this.” I say it with conviction because I mean it and I need to remind the other parts of me that it’s the truth.

Simon sighs, hugging me tighter to him.

“If you two keep kissing, we’re totally fucking tonight,” Declan says. “You’re my fucking wet dream.”

Simon rolls his eyes, but his smile doesn’t fade as he looks at me. We’ve spent a lot of time together since we moved in together last year. More so than I have spent with anyone else individually outside of Declan. I knew that if I felt strongly about him, it would be easier to get the voices to go silent.

It’s kind of worked. I get through the moments of unease quicker, though not always before someone else sees me flailing and reminds me that this is all of us together. One unit.

I squirm on top of Declan, making sure my hip brushes his thickening dick. He grunts, his hips rising off the bed. Simon laughs.

I shift to look at Declan. “What makes you think I was letting you sleep before I rode your dick, love?”

He groans and closes his eyes. “Just do it. I’m exhausted. You’re doing all the work.”

I look at Simon, and he grins, shrugging. As if we’re all connected with a single thought, we shift as one. Simon doesn’t move away or even completely off Declan. As I sit up and straddle my boyfriend, Simon kind of curls his body around me.

Smiling, I nod, brushing my fingers through his hair.

Sage moves next, mirroring Simon.

“Fuck,” Declan says, his arms around Sage and Simon. “This is going to be over quickly, Ehsan.” His eyes are filled with such heat, I can feel the fire burning under his skin.

Quin hands me the lube and I coat Declan’s cock. For this position, with us being so tangled together, it’s kind of necessary. Then I pass it to Damon.

Reaching behind me, I position Declan. Simon watches, his eyes wide and staring. “Want to help me?” I ask, not sure why I do.

His dark eyes flicker to mine, and he smiles. “Yeah.”

His hand comes under me and wraps around Declan’s dick. Declan shivers, cursing as his hips rise again. Simon smirks, but his eyes move to mine for a minute. “Can I touch you?”

I shiver and nod.

Simon’s fingers move up Declan’s cock until he reaches where I have his head positioned at my hole. I feel his fingers explore a little before he pushes one inside me. I groan, rocking on him, my eyes fluttering shut.

“That’s so hot,” Sage murmurs as he wiggles against me.

Simon laughs quietly. “It’s weird. I’ve never done this. Is it okay?”

I look at him and then at Quin. Quin’s not laying against him but sitting back further, his back against the wall as he lazily strokes himself. Damn… I think he is bigger than me. He smiles and just watches us. That man is the definition of compersion. He loves to see us pleasing each other in any combination. Smile together. Love one another.

Simon’s finger is joined by a second and he curls it. I gasp, my hips bucking. “Just like that,” I say and ride his fingers. “That’s it, Simon.”

“Fuck,” Sage mutters. “Yes. Make him come.”

I’m close. I’m always fucking close.

“Come for us, Zarek,” Declan says. “Cover my chest. Cover Simon’s face.”

I ride harder and he’s constantly just fucking hitting my nerves. My orgasm shudders out of me, spurting across the men in front of me. Sage moans and then yelps as Damon makes himself at home inside Sage’s body. I don’t need to look to know that’s what’s happening. We’ve been having sex together for a while now. I know all of Sage’s sounds and what they mean.

“That’s hot,” Simon says, and I open my eyes in time to see him lick my cum from Declan’s chest. I grunt; Declan moans loudly.

“Put him inside me,” I say between pants.

Simon pulls his fingers from me, still licking his lips, and moves Declan’s cock to where I can settle around him. I sink down, trapping Simon’s hand for a minute. He smiles up at me.

Reaching for him, I unceremoniously pull him to his knees. He’s laughing until I cover his mouth with mine and swallow the sound. He takes a startled breath as I grip him to me, pulling my body up and then slamming it down onto Declan.

I lick my cum from Simon’s face before kissing him again, shoving my tongue into his mouth so he can share my release. He doesn’t moan. But his hands finally touch me and he shifts to get closer, opening to me so I can kiss him deeply as I ride Declan.

“Can I stay like this while Quin takes me?” Simon asks me.

A shiver races through my body, and Declan slams up, making me gasp. “Yes. Can I keep kissing you?”

He nods. “Yeah. You can touch me. I like being touched.”

I glance down his body and wrap my arm around his waist, pulling him closer so his soft cock rests against my thigh. “I’ve never touched someone soft,” I say.

Quin moves behind him as he chuckles. “I like being pet,” he says quietly, pressing his lips to mine as if he’s telling me a secret. “I like the sensory aspect of it. The emotion in it. The connection that my vulnerability fosters when I share that with someone.”

Meeting his eyes again, he’s looking at me. Offering this to me. Something I don’t think he’s done with anyone other than Quin.

“You want me to?” I ask.

He nods. “Yeah. If you want to. I know it can be weird because I don’t—”

“No,” I say, cutting off his insecurities with another hot kiss. “I want to.”

We shift a little while Quin starts to push inside Simon. I’ve never been this close to him. It means I can see the moment tears form in his eyes. I can see when the pain registers in him. I can feel how his breath catches and his heart races. How he trembles slightly. His whimper runs straight through me.

“Hold him tightly,” Quin says quietly, pressing him into me a little harder. “Touch him.”

I shift on Declan, letting him do the work, though he’s moving very slowly as he watches us. I keep Simon tightly against me, feeling the way he clings. With my free hand, I pull his mouth to mine. “Kiss me, Simon Says. Don’t stop kissing me.”

He nods and his mouth meets mine. It’s like a river opens between us and I can feel the way Quin makes him feel. Wanted. Needed. Loved. Secure and safe. Completely transparent. It’s sweet and heady. Dropping my hand, I lightly touch his dick where it sits on my thigh.

I’ve touched my own dick when I’m soft. Obviously. It doesn’t feel any different. Smaller, yes, but the feeling is the same. The familiarity gives me confidence and I stroke him a little more, taking him in my hand and slowly feeling his length. Swiping my thumb over his slit.

“Just like that,” Quin says. “That’s what he likes right there, Zarek.”

I can tell by the way he grips me. The way he kisses me. His body moves against me as Quin takes him slowly. Gently. A tear tracks down Simon’s cheek occasionally, but he doesn’t feel particularly upset. Not with the way he kisses me. Holding me tightly.

It’s the most erotic, sensual, deep experience I’ve ever had. I open my eyes to peek at Declan. He’s watching me, watching us, his mouth open in awe. Sage is sucking on his nipple like he’s nursing as Damon fucks into him in slow, measured thrusts, matching Declan’s into me.

Declan moves Sage from his nipple to my dick and I jolt as he latches on. My eyes water as an orgasm rears up. I shake and Simon’s grip on me tightens. “Come,” he says into my mouth and I fucking do. Filling Sage until he’s choking.

“Keep sucking him,” Declan says.

Sage hesitates but doesn’t stop. Not even after I finish. Not when my body feels overly sensitive to the point where I let Simon’s cock go and grip Sage’s hair.

Everything picks up in intensity after that. The fuckers are fucking faster. The fuckees get louder. Simon rests his head against me, his breathing deep. “Are you okay?” I ask.

He smiles and nods. “Yep.”

“Come here,” I say, trying to get him closer. I bring his leg up and somehow hook it over Sage’s head.

Simon grunts, his breath catching. His head falls back on Quin’s shoulder. Quin meets my eyes and smiles through his lust as he hugs Simon tightly. His hand comes into my hair and he gently pulls my face to Simon’s neck.

“Kiss him,” he says quietly. “Make him feel good.”

My hand falls back to his dick and I gently stroke him again as I kiss along his neck. Another orgasm is right there. Between the sounds of bodies slapping together, Sage’s mouth on my cock with intense suction, Declan shoving into me hard and deep with unrelenting thrusts, Damon’s mouth on my nipple—which I just now noticed, sending a fucking lightning bolt down my spine to my balls—and feeling Simon’s body rocking against me from Quin’s thrusts, I’m going to lose it. His soft cock in my hand and my mouth on his sweaty skin that still tastes a bit like me. Quin’s hand on my head, keeping me there, but not forcefully.

It's the perfect combination and gives me one of the most intense and pleasurable orgasms I’ve ever experienced. My mind goes completely white with static as I cry out, my body shuddering in pleasure as my dick throbs, my balls pulse. My muscles tense and I shove down on Declan’s dick, trying to get him deep inside me. He complies and I can feel him filling me at the same time. The way Sage shouts and gasps and swallows around my cock, which only spurs me on, says that he’s met his orgasm too.

By the time we all stop moving, when we’re all spent in a communal climax, we hover there together. The only sounds being Sage whimpering and our heavy breathing.

“That was fucking great,” Simon whispers.

I laugh, still licking up his neck.

“If you keep touching him like that, I’m going to keep fucking you,” Declan growls at me. “I really don’t know how this could be hotter at this point.”

Simon laughs and picks his head up, forcing me to pick mine up as well. His radiant smile meets mine as he straightens my glasses on my face. A moment passes between us, and I know we shared something really important tonight.

When we lay down again, I have Simon in my arms on top of Declan. Quin is always at his back, keeping him secure. Damon is at my back and then Sage, touching us all. Wrapping us in his big arms.

I can’t stop kissing Simon. He tastes like me and for some reason, I’m fucking addicted to it on his skin. Then he shifts so he’s draped over me, and my cock immediately takes notice. He laughs.

“You’re all the same. Can’t turn off your dicks,” Simon murmurs.

Quiet laughter fills our bed.

“Thank you for… this,” I say quietly.

Simon shifts his head so his face is in mine again. His fingers feather over my face. “You fit perfectly against me.”

I don’t expect his words and my eyes go wide. He grins further, pressing his mouth to mine.

“I used to think that the only people who would ever fit into my weird edges were Damon and Declan. I think that’s why I never tried to date after a while. Besides the pressure for sex being too much, no one really clicked like they did. Until I met Quin and found different edges I didn’t know I had.”

“We hid them,” Damon says. His voice is quiet and a little sad.

Simon glances over me and smiles. “I needed them hidden for a while. Until there was someone who could fit right. It doesn’t mean that you’re less a part of me or that he took some of me away from you.”

Damon releases a breath. “I know, Simon.”

Simon’s eyes turn back to mine. “Sometimes more edges get exposed. Like tonight. I hate when they do, because it makes me feel… well, exposed. But you fit against them. You filled that spot.” He brushes the hair from my face and kisses me. “Those edges were always for you.”

Fuck the way I almost choke on the emotion that surges to the surface. I hug this man to me and I’m pretty sure I’m in love with every fucking person in this house. Clinging to him, I try to tell him this without words because I think I’m going to swallow my tongue if I open my mouth. Declan kisses my head and I take a deep breath.

“I want this,” I whisper. “I want this forever.”

“Forever,” Declan agrees.

Simon sighs and kisses my throat. “Forever.”