Andrew and Neil dozed off, but were soon woken by the back door slamming and heavy footfalls bounding up the stairs.
Kevin burst into the room, eyes afire, tossing his jacket onto an empty chair.
"Fuck baby!" he exclaimed, quickly moving over to where Neil was lying. He leaned down and kissed Neil hotly, sliding his tongue deep, eliciting a moan from the smaller man.
"I nearly said 'fuck it, let them all know' just to get my hands on you," Kevin said breathlessly, after breaking away.
Neil and Andrew both froze at this. Everyone knew about Neil and Andrew; after getting Neil back in Baltimore, Andrew remained glued to his side. Neil's propensity to disappear (first to Evermore forced by Riko, then kidnapped by his father's people in Baltimore) had made Andrew overzealous in his watch over Neil. The looks and subtle touches, paired by Andrew's immovable presence wherever Neil went, soon caught the press' attention, and before long everyone in Exy knew about them. Since neither of them gave a fuck what others thought about them, they ignored the fuss and refused to comment with deadpan glares when asked about it.
So, everyone knew about Neil and Andrew. But nobody knew about Neil and Andrew and Kevin.
Kevin was always more concerned about the opinions of others, much to the irritation of his boyfriends. The Foxes knew, of course, as did Wymack, Abby, and Betsy, but Kevin was adamant that nobody else find out, EVER. He kept his distance from them in public, especially when there was press around, and always used the back door to get into the house. Neil and Andrew had made their peace because who were they to judge, they were all fucked up.
Now, hearing Kevin say that he had considered outing them, they both found their breaths knocked out of their lungs. This was huge.
But Kevin had more important things on his mind, as evidenced by the roaming of his hands across Neil's thighs and chest, and the tent in the front of his pants.
Neil flushed at the almost reverent way Kevin was looking at him; his boyfriends always made him feel treasured and as crazy as it may be, he felt almost delicate in their hands. Neil was raised to be strong and unyielding, first by his father who saw in him a successor, then by his mother in their years on the run. When Neil finally came to the Foxes, he needed to hide hide hide everything he was, and could never allow anything other than the stony persona he had painstakingly built, to show. With all the drama behind him, and being cared for by two perfectly flawed men, he was allowed to be soft soft soft. And now, he revelled in that softness, under Kevin's strong hands, with Andrew's heavy weight at his back.
Both Neil and Andrew watched with lustful eyes as Kevin started to undress. Noticing their interest, Kevin decided to put on a show.
He slowly pulled off his tie, twisting the extended length of it around his hand. Neil's breath hitched at the promise of it. Kevin draped the tie over the bedpost, in a silent promise of 'later'. Next Kevin started on his buttons, slowly undoing each one. Andrew's grip where his hand lay on Neil's hip grew stronger with each inch of flesh exposed, and by the time Kevin shucked off the shirt, Andrew's fingertips were white, and Neil laid his hand gently over it, pressing down, allowing Andrew to anchor himself. Andrew's face remained disinterested, and he merely quirked an eyebrow at Kevin.
Kevin watched their hands intertwine, and swallowed thickly. He'd never thought he would find love; he was simply too scarred, too weak. Now he had two lovers, two rocks upon who he could lean; they were strong enough to hold him up when he found it impossible to do so himself.
He pulled down his zipper, and breathed a sigh of relief when his erection was finally freed from its scratchy imprisonment. He heard a low 'fuck' from Neil when the man saw Kevin had gone commando for the night. As Kevin toed off his shoes and got rid of his socks, Neil sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, making grabby hands at Kevin. With a fond smile on his face, Kevin sauntered over and reached his hand into Neil's hair.
Andrew's voice behind them stilled him. "Yes, or no Kevin?"
Such a simple question, yet coming from Andrew, in that low gravelly voice, sounding completely detached and uninterested, it was the most erotic thing he'd ever heard. And judging by the way Neil shivered, they both felt it. "Yes", they both said in unison, Neil too excited to wait to be asked.
They heard Andrew scoff behind them, and the soft 'junkies' brought a smile to both their lips.
Neil placed one hand on Kevin's hip and drew him closer, licking his lips and smiling at the same time. Running his fingertips up over Kevin's abs to his nipples, Neil smirked at the sharp intake of his breath. Kevin had come to learn that his boyfriends liked him to be loud when they were together like this; they all kept so much contained and reserved and locked away tight while outside of the bedroom, that this place had become an oasis of expression for all of them.
Neil's left hand remained an anchor on Kevin's right hip, while his other hand tweaked first one nipple and then the other into hardness. Neil didn't so much as glance at Kevin's aching hardness right at eye level; instead he ghosted his fingers upward, lightly stroking Kevin's throat before cupping his cheek. Kevin leaned into the hand, and turning his head slightly, pressed a kiss to Neil's warm, calloused palm. The soft stuttering of Neil's breath betrayed the emotions burning in his stormy blue eyes. Neil's hand started its gentle descent, lightly grazing Kevin's collarbone, down his shoulder, to his wrist, which Neil gripped briefly, before placing Kevin's hand in his hair. Kevin carded his fingers through the russet curls on Neil's head, gently scratching the scalp. Neil closed his eyes at the feeling, and goosebumps rose on his arms.
