The Night Sky

The Night Sky

Samuel dropped his keys and jacket in the kitchen. The sun might be brilliant during the day, but the nights grew cold quickly. He'd needed his jacket since he'd spent several minutes looking at the stars before coming inside. He'd never get used to the brilliance of the stars here with the cloudless nights and the strict rules about light pollution. 

Mirka jumped up from his bed and bounded over. He'd been banished from the bedroom. Noah said that three men were enough and he wasn't adding forty kilograms of hair and teeth.

"Good boy. All quiet here." Samuel rubbed the dog’s ears and listened to the moans. Mirka could double as an extra in a porn movie—sound effects by Mirka. 

No sign of Noah or Jonah; those two could sleep through a combination forest fire and burglary. Jonah had never slept well in Texas, prowling around at midnight, checking the windows and listening to the news. Here he went to bed, and his head never lifted from the pillow.

Samuel had said he'd be out late. The artist cooperative meetings tended to ramble on into the wee hours; no one could ever agree on anything, and no one wanted to be the dictator and make demands. It was always "well, maybe." Tonight it had finished early. Angela had a bad cold and wanted people out of there.

Samuel slid down the hall to their bedroom. Noah was casual about housekeeping, but he drew the line at muddy shoes beyond the kitchen, and Jonah still flinched if the house got too out of order. He could manage a jumble of books on the sofa, but a pebble in the hall from the yard had him bug-eyed and gulping air. He tried damn hard not to yell at Samuel for the mess, but old habits die hard. Noah had caught Jonah last time—Samuel just couldn't bring himself to rat out Jonah—and set Jonah to polishing the tile floor in the hall. Its slipperiness quotient now rivaled an ice rink.

Samuel glided to a halt at the half open bedroom door. Jonah was squirming over Noah's knee, his butt a rosy pink. Noah wasn't spanking hard, a light whap and then a stroke or a squeeze. Noah was smiling. Jonah wasn't actually smiling, but the noises he was making suggested pleasure. Samuel wasn't privy to Jonah's spankings, but he'd seen Noah swat Jonah once or twice, and Jonah froze and went silent and rigid. Jonah was enjoying this; this was different.

"Boy."

Samuel found himself staring into Noah's calm, hazel eyes. "Sorry."

"Come here, boy," Noah demanded before Samuel could retreat.

Samuel stood, his fingers on the door handle. This wasn't his business; he shouldn't have been watching. Noah didn't call him boy. He didn't call Jonah boy, or at least not in Samuel's presence. Samuel had overheard Noah refer to Jonah as his boy, but not often.

"Samuel, I can see; you don't need to hide."

The shock of being spotted hadn't depressed the excitement stirring in Samuel's loins. Perversely, it had made it worse, and there was no hiding the problem in his favorite black jeans.

"Come here." That was an order, not a tone Noah used often with Samuel, and Samuel responded, moving into the room to stand in the flickering light of the Kiva fireplace. "Good." Noah's left hand rested heavily on Jonah's back. He reached for Samuel's chin with his right. "I seem to have two boys who want to play." Noah cut his eyes from Samuel's face to his crotch. He stroked his thumb down Samuel's cheek. "I know your limits. Strip for me, Sammy."

Samuel couldn't help but smile at the pet name. Noah only used it at his silliest and his kindest moments. Something about Sammy made the world friendly and unintimidating. Samuel slid his pants down. Why did he feel self-conscious? He'd been naked in front of Noah plenty of times, but Noah was still fully dressed. Jonah started to lift his head to watch, and Noah landed a sharp slap on his butt.

"Head down. This is my show."

Samuel blushed, stepped back, and started to turn away, embarrassed by Noah's intense scrutiny.

"Don't hide. You're beautiful."

That was an exaggeration and a half. Samuel could maybe see cute, but not beautiful. It was Jonah and Noah who made the elegant pair, both tall and broad shouldered. Noah beckoned Samuel forward with his finger, taking his hands from Jonah to undo the buttons on Samuel's shirt. His fingers ghosted over Samuel's chest, tracing the nipple rings before disappearing.

Samuel was impossibly hard. He caught his lip to stop a whimper as Noah's hands disappeared.

"Don't you dare come, boy. Hands behind your back."

Samuel moved his hands like he was in a dream, crossing his wrists as he'd seen Jonah do when under Noah's eye.

"Jonah, Samuel's crashed our party. Don't you think he's handsome? He's going to watch while I finish with you." Noah's hand stroked down Jonah’s ass and landed a flurry of slaps. Jonah groaned, his hips bucking at each blow. "Keep your eyes here," Noah barked at Samuel.

Jonah grunted as a hard spank fell. He broke position, his hand reaching back and his body arching upward as he pivoted to slide off Noah's lap. "I can't do this, not now."

The struggle looked real. Jonah tried to lever himself off Noah, but Noah was in the position of strength and after a brief tussle won the battle. Noah's voice was quiet; Samuel had to strain to hear the words.

"Do you remember your safeword?"

Jonah nodded, his sweaty hair laying limply on his forehead.

"Do you want to use it?"

"No," Jonah whispered. "But he's here."

Noah stroked his hand down Jonah's back. "He is our partner and our lover. This is not a secret; this is not to be ashamed of. You will both come together. Stroke yourself, Samuel."

Samuel had jacked himself off before, just not in public, not that this was public, but oh great Gaia as Angela liked to say, he was Texan. This was done in the bathroom with two locks on the door.

"Touch yourself, boy."

Samuel jerked at the tone, his hand moving to his cock without his permission, his heart pounding in his chest. It seemed only a confused second of thoughts and feelings before Samuel felt a warm gush of fluid in his hand. He stumbled in a haze, and Noah's strong arm tugged him down onto the bed into a tangle of arms and legs and bodies. 

*****

"Hey, what are you doing up and drinking coffee at this hour? Come back to bed." Noah picked up the coffee mug and set it out of reach.

"Is that an order?" Samuel asked. He knew his tone was insolent. Noah had only made a request, but what about this evening? Samuel had submitted. He'd liked it if he were half honest with himself. 

"Do you want it to be?" Noah asked, straddling the other chair and studying Samuel intently. "We don't usually play it that way."

"But what about tonight? About..?"

"Samuel, that was a little fun. I saw you in the hall; you were responding. I thought you liked it. I'm sorry if I scared you."

Noah looked so kind and so forlorn that Samuel managed a small smile, and a brief shake of his head. "You didn't make me, and I did enjoy it." Samuel wiped his hand down his robe. Where did he go from here? He'd liked it; that was the very problem.

"Samuel, don't over think it." Noah reached across the table and squeezed Samuel's hand. "A little fun in the bedroom doesn't mean I order you around all day. Your needs are very different from Jonah's."

"I'm a submissive, aren't I? Your friends all think I'm your boy."

"I try to disabuse them of that notion, but, yes, at times you're a submissive,"

"Then why don't you top me like you do Jonah. You're a dom."

"It's not our arrangement, and it wouldn't be good for you. Didn't I just say Jonah's needs were different from yours?"

Samuel stared into Noah's steady eyes. He was always so calm, so different from Jonah who used to vibrate with compressed anger.

"You don't need someone to tell you what color socks to wear, and you certainly don't need someone threatening to smack you for temper tantrums. You could use to throw a few hissy fits and tell me where to go. I can be over the top bossy." Noah smiled, his eyes lightening and crinkling in the corners. “I did move your coffee.” 

"I was rude when you came in."

"Hardly," Noah said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "You'd have to work at it." Noah stood, looped an arm around Samuel's shoulders, and kissed the top of his head. "Come to bed, sweetheart. Please."

Samuel nodded, leaning into Noah's touch. "Thank you."

"Always."