Thoreau - Chapter 61: Chapter 61

After Arch mopped up the blood from Wayne's face, and Wayne mopped up the tears from mine, I tried to apologize for the sixth time, but they both stopped me.
"Accidents happen," Arch said with a shrug.
"Yeah, usually to me," Wayne snorted as he sat back on the bed and drew me down to sit next to him. "I'm fine, Curls. Ocean healed it in seconds, and I didn't even get any blood on the sheets. Just try to be more careful, okay?"
"Okay."
With a little sigh, I pressed my face between his pecs. He'd taken off his blood-spotted t-shirt, and my whole body shuddered as the mate sparks sizzled between us. Suddenly feeling mischievous, I leaned away from him and stripped my shirt off, too, then climbed into his lap so I sat facing him with my arms twined around his neck and my legs on either side of his hips.
"Reau?" he breathed, his eyes wide and unblinking.
Instead of answering him, I slowly pressed my chest against him and let out a little hum of pleasure as the sparks spread across my skin. Dipping my face into the crook of his neck, I wanted to find out if the spot Spring had bit would work like a normal mate mark even though our 'tattoos' had appeared on our wrists.
Apparently, it did.
The second my lips pressed into that little area under his left ear, Wayne groaned deep in his chest and flipped me over and under him, my legs still spread to accommodate his hips, and his mouth found the spot on my left collar bone that he and Ocean had marked. His tongue swirled over it, then his lips suctioned onto it, and I moaned and ground my hips up into his.
"Can we take our pants off?" Wayne kissed his way up my neck to my ear, making my stomach quiver. "You wanted to look at our dickies, right? I can feel you're hard now, and I know I for damn sure am."
"Arch, are you okay with that?"
I looked over at him and found him watching us with his eyelids half lowered and his hand already working on the button of his jeans.
"Baby boy, I am more than okay with that." His raspy bass voice was almost like a hand running down my spine, and I knew Wayne felt the same because his skin broke out into goosebumps.
Squirming under Wayne to reach my fly, I wasn't prepared for him to grab my wrists and pin one down on each side of my head.
"Let me do it for you, Curls." He waited until I nodded, then kissed the tip of my nose. "Leave your hands there, okay?"
When I nodded again, he released my wrists and sat up, his knees between mine, and undid my button and zipper. His eyes flicked up to my face and stayed there as he slid his hands under me, curled his fingers into my back pockets, and pulled my pants off my tushy.
"Baby boy, can I help, too?" Arch asked.
I nodded as my heart drummed in anticipation and I lifted my hips to help them out. Then, before I could blink, my pants were gone and Wayne's fingers were tickling along the waistband of my boxer briefs.
"Can we take these off?"
"You are going to take yours off, too, right?" I asked to make sure.
"Yep. If you're ready for that. What about you, Arch?"
For an answer, Arch scrambled off the bed and stripped out of his t-shirt and jeans before hopping back on the bed. Then he walked across the mattress on his knees, and I gulped when I saw that his erect dicky was so big, it strained against the fabric of his boxers and pulled the waistband from his flat stomach.
"Your turn, love." Arch winked at Wayne, and I swiveled my eyes to see his gaze fixed on Arch's groin, too.
"Yeah. Right." Wayne's Adam's apple bobbed and he blinked four times before one side of his mouth tipped into a smirk that sent my butterflies into chaos. "Reau, I hope for Bear's sake you aren't the kind of guy to compare the size of your mates' dicks."
"Pfft!" Arch snorted, lying down next to me as Wayne scrambled to his knees. "You talk big for being the only one still wearing pants. Then again, maybe that's the only big thing about you."
"You're about to find out."
Being Wayne, he couldn't just take his pants off.
No, he had to stand on the bed as he undid his fly, then shimmied his jeans over his tushy and down his thighs. Once they were pooled at his ankles, he locked his hands behind his head and bent his knees a little, then rocked his hips hard and fast.
On one hand, my dicky swelled even more to see his cut abs and the sharp lines that traced his hips and disappeared into his boxers. On the other hand, it made me uncomfortable when the tip of his dicky poked out of the fly.
"WayWay!" I screeched and covered my eyes. "Stop that!"
"Why? Too sexy for an innocent baby like you?"
"Not too sexy!" I pouted. "Too... Too..."
"Cringe," Arch supplied as he propped himself up on his elbows. "Come down here, Channing Tatum, so I can strip those drawers off of you and see if what you're wagging around so proudly is really worth this much second-hand embarrassment."
"Sorry, sir. No audience participation while the dancers are performing."
Then Wayne tore his boxers off - literally ripped them down the sides! - and tossed them behind his head, and my eyes nearly fell out of their sockets.
"Never seen anything like it before, have you, Curls?" he asked as he planted his fists on his hips and stared down at me.
"I've seen a penis before!" I scowled. "I've had one all my life!"
Arch chuckled for some reason, but Wayne shook his head.
"I meant the size of it!" He did that jerky-jerky motion with his hips again, only this time, his dicky was closer to my face as it wagged up and down, and I screeched as I scooted back. "Yeah, I know, baby. It's overwhelming, but you'll get used to it."
"How about I show you something overwhelming?" Arch rumbled.
Lunging forward, he clamped his hands on Wayne's tushy cheeks, then swallowed Wayne's dicky all the way down to his balls!
"Fucking hell!" Wayne shouted as I watched with wide eyes.
His fingers sank into Arch's thick black hair as Arch bobbed his head up and down until Wayne's eyes rolled back and a deep groan rattled out of his chest. Only then did Arch stop and slowly push Wayne's hips back until his dicky was completely out of his mouth. Saliva and semen came out with it and dribbled all over Arch's chest before he grabbed my t-shirt from where I'd tossed it on the bed and swabbed himself clean.
"Wayne, tell me you're about to come before you do," he scolded as he wiped his lips.
Wayne only moaned as he dropped to his knees, then flopped over onto his side.
"WayWay?" I whispered as I crawled over to him. "Are you okay?"
"Mm-hmm," he hummed with a lazy grin.
"That's called a blow job," Arch told me. "Did your papa or Briar's book mention those?"
"Yes, but Papa called it fellatio."
"I guess he wanted you to know the proper term. There are other words for it, too, like sucking him off. Do you think that's something you might want to try?"
"Yes!" I clapped my hands with a big grin. "I even tasted my own semen a few times to make sure I could tolerate it!"
Arch's whole body went still as he stared at me, and Wayne pushed himself up on one elbow to do the same.
"Well?" Wayne asked after five seconds. "Can you?"
"Yep! And did you know it doesn't always taste the same? Mostly it's salty, but sometimes it's sweet or bitter or sour. Arch, what did WayWay's taste like?"
"Salty." Arch's mouth split into a very wolfy grin. "Can I try yours next?"
"You really want to?" My eyebrows flew up and my heart tried to beat out of my chest, then I realized something and my smile faded. "Oh. But I'm not as big as WayWay."
"Nothing wrong with that." Arch reached over and pulled me against his chest. "You're perfect the way you are."
"You mean it?" I looped my arms around his neck and gave him a poochie lip.
"I mean it."
He leaned in and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, just like I hoped he would when I pushed it out. When he let it go with a little pop!, I giggled.
"Can I try it now?" he asked.
"Yes."
"You know what that means, right?" Wayne sat up next to us. "You'll have to take off your drawers."
For three whole seconds, I met his silvery blue eyes, then dropped my gaze to his chin.
"You do it," I challenged him.
"Gladly," he purred. "Stand on your knees."
Untangling myself from Arch, I did, then he leaned down and clamped his teeth onto my waistband and pulled it down until my dicky sprang out, and my fingers slapped into my palms over and over as my excitement grew.
"Okay, Reau?" Arch asked.
"Excited," I whispered and started to shimmy around a little as the anticipation became almost more than I could stand.
Wayne switched from his teeth to his hands and gently cupped my ball sack and withdrew it from my boxers. After he eased the fabric down to my knees, he sat back and eyed my dicky, which was standing so tall now that it almost touched my belly button.
"Look at you all ready to fire off," he murmured, then glanced at Arch. "I need a taste, Bear. Can I have just a lick?"
"Suck the pre-cum off his tip." Arch's voice was rough and thick with dominance, and I shuddered so hard, I had to grab onto Wayne's shoulders to keep from tipping over.
"That's right, Curls," Wayne whispered as he lowered his head. "Hang onto me because I'm about to rock your motherfucking world."
Then his tongue lapped at my tip, which almost made me come right there and then, and it only got worse as he opened his mouth, drew my whole head inside, and sucked it. The knot in my belly coiled tighter and tighter, but I tried to hold back because Arch had asked to do this. Digging my fingers into Wayne's shoulders, I gritted my teeth and started counting by threes.
"Do you need him to stop?" Arch murmured as he crowded against my back. "I'll pull him off if you do."
"No, but you wanted to—"
"And I will, but now I want to watch." He nuzzled his face into the side of my throat and gave me little cat kisses, which never failed to curl my toes. "It's okay if you can't, but try to relax enough to come for your WayWay."
Relieved that he wasn't mad or upset, I dropped my head back against his chest and forgot all about counting. With a moan, I enjoyed my mates' busy mouths, my hips bucking as I spiraled higher and higher, but Arch's hands clamped on either side of me and held me still.
"Let him do all the work, baby boy," he whispered in my ear before he looked down at Wayne and used that hard, dominant tone again. "Suck him dry, love. Drain his balls of every last drop."
Sucking my tip even harder now, Wayne massaged my sack with one hand while the other pumped the bottom half of my dicky, and I was done.
"Ahhh!" was the best warning I could give him before I came, and he swallowed again and again as I squirted down his throat.
Breathing hard, I released Wayne's shoulders so I could cup his face in my hands and pull him away from me. I grimaced at the mess coming from his mouth, afraid he'd be disgusted, but he only grinned at me, which made more spit and semen stream down his chin. Fortunately, Arch had my shirt ready and reached around me to wipe Wayne's face with it while I held him still.
"Wayne." I squished his cheeks between my palms and raised my eyebrows. "That was not just a lick! Is there something you want to say to Bear-Bear?"
"Uh, I should be ashamed of my behavior? To be clear, I'm not, but from the look on your face, I'm guessing I should be?"
"Why are you the way you are?" Arch wrapped his thick arms around my waist and pulled me to lay down on the bed next to him.
"Hey, as far as I'm aware, I'm fucking delightful." Wayne's grin was huge as he plopped down next to us.
"Well, delightful, you and Reau have a decision to make." Arch's glittering green eyes slid from me to Wayne. "Which of you is going to suck me off?"
My hand and Wayne's shot in the air at the exact same second. My pinky only missed going up Wayne's nose because he was fast enough to dodge it this time, and Arch burst into laughter.
"Not fair, Wayne!" I made an angry face at him. "I'm the only one who hasn't had a chance to try it yet!"
"Fairs," he agreed. "Heh! I am going to enjoy watching this!"
Sitting up quickly, I knelt next to Arch as Wayne sprawled out on my other side, his head pillowed on his hands and his eyes fixed on Arch's groin. I was so eager, I wiggled around a little, but when Arch hooked his thumb in his waistband and pulled his boxers down, I almost wished Wayne hadn't given in so easily.
"I can't get all of that in my mouth like you did with Wayne," I said in a small voice.
"I don't expect you to, baby boy. It took me a while to train myself so I could deep-throat without gagging. I wanted to surprise you both. You don't even have to put it in your mouth if you don't want to. Just touch me. That's all it's going to take, anyway."
"Or you can do what I did," Wayne advised. "Suck his tip and stroke his ego. I mean, his dick."
Arch leaned over and smacked him on his forehead, and I snickered as Wayne scowled and rubbed his head.
Tapping my chin with my pointer finger, I thought about it for a minute, then nodded.
"Okay, ChiChi, I know what I'm going to do."
"You do? Care to share?"
"Nope! It's a surprise!" I grinned, then hopped off the bed and ran out of the room.
"Hey!" he bellowed. "Get back here, Curls! You have a job to do! Unless you want Wayne to—"
"Don't you dare touch him, Wayne Andrew Black!" I shouted as I hustled my naked tushy to where I'd set my backpack down when we first arrived.
"Or what?" Wayne shouted back.
"Dad said I shouldn't take revenge because it's beneath me, but Papa said to let him know when someone messes with me so he can make an accident happen!" I grinned as I found what I wanted and raced back to my mates.
"Fucking hell," I heard him mutter, followed by Arch's husky laugh.
Bursting back into the bedroom, I leapt onto the bed. Thankfully, it was big enough that I didn't elbow or knee either of them in an important place, and I quickly knelt between them while facing Arch.
"Tada!" I held up the bottle of massage oil. "Bubble took me to a sex shop and helped me try different ones until I found a texture and smell I liked!"
"Kon took you to a what?" Arch asked, his eyebrows soaring up his forehead.
"A sex shop in Greenville?" Wayne scoffed at the same time. "I don't think so. If there was, I would have known about it years ago."
"I don't know where it's at, but it took a while for Chime Karma to fly me there." I popped the top off the bottle. "This smells, feels, and tastes just like melted chocolate! I'm going to rub it all over you, Arch, then lick it off!"
"Goddess save me," he breathed as his head fell back and his wide eyes stared at the ceiling.
"Okay, Curls, get to work!" Wayne smacked my tushy cheek hard, but not hard enough to hurt, and I jumped in surprise both from the slight sting and the explosion of mate sparks.
"Do that again while I'm working." I looked at Wayne over my shoulder.
"I will if you're a good boy." He sat up and moved behind me, then aligned himself so that his hips were pressed tight against my tushy. "Is this okay?"
"Uh," I gulped.
"I won't do anything more than hump you, I swear," he breathed against my neck, making me shiver.
"Then okay. Just keep your promise."
"I will."
His big hands gripped the bottoms of my cheeks as he rubbed himself up and down between them, and I trembled a little from how good it felt. Turning back to Arch, I spread some of the oil on him and took my time stroking every solid inch of him.
"Hmm. Feels good, baby boy," he rumbled, and I smiled because I was giving him pleasure.
Then I leaned down and blew on the oil like the directions on the bottle said to do - and was not prepared for his reaction.
"Fuck!" he roared as his hips lifted off the bed and semen shot into the air like a whale exhaling through its blowhole.
"What the hell?" Wayne huffed with a little laugh as he humped my tushy harder and faster, making my dicky stiffen and swell again. "Going to have to work on your stamina, Bear."
"Let Reau do that to you and see how long you last!"
"Longer ... than ... you," Wayne panted as one of his hands smacked my tushy cheek, making me gasp.
"Don't hurt him, Rattle Brain!" Arch snapped, but his eyes were fixed on my groin, where my dicky bounced up and down with each of Wayne's quick thrusts.
"It doesn't hurt," I whimpered. "More, please!"
"Such a," grunt, "polite," grunt, "baby," Wayne got out before he groaned and went still, and hot liquid spewed onto my lower back.
"Wayne," I whined, on the edge of coming, which would happen if he'd only give me more spanks like I asked!
"I got you." Arch wrapped his big hand around me and stroked me fast and hard, making my belly pull tighter and tighter.
"Come, Reau," Wayne growled, then smacked my tushy. "Come hard for your mates."
One more spank and I climaxed, getting semen all over Arch's stomach. Once my head stopped spinning, I felt a little bad about that, but he only smirked at me as he raised his hand to his mouth and licked his palm.
"Mmm. Sweet. Just like I knew it would be," he rasped. "Want another taste, Wayne?"
"Sure." Wayne dropped his chin to my shoulder and slid his hands around to my chest, then up and down my ribs. "Feed me, Curls. Swipe some of that baby gravy off of Bear's chest and let me lick it from of your fingers."
Giggling, I swirled my pointer finger on Arch's semen-coated abs, but Wayne grabbed my wrist and pushed my whole hand into the mess, which was extra sticky now with the massage oil mixed into it.
I pulled my hand away to try and shake it off, but it clung like glue. Breathing a little faster, I used my clean hand to wipe some of it away, which wasn't a great idea because now it was on both of my hands and between my fingers.
It was really was starting to bother me now, and so was feeling Wayne's semen sliding between my tushy cheeks.
Panting a little as my heart sped up, I went to put my thumb in my mouth, then realized it was coated with the massage oil and semen. I knew they were edible, but I didn't like the idea of either in my mouth right now, not when I was already panicking about it on my hands.
And Wayne's semen was dribbling down the backs of my thighs now and it was all too much—
I didn't realize I was pulling my curls with one hand and flapping the other, desperate to get the stickiness off of my fingers, until Wayne grabbed my wrists and Arch picked me up and carried me into the bathroom.
"I'm really sorry, Reau. I didn't mean to trigger you. We'll get it off, okay?" Wayne went over to the shower and turned on the water. "You did so good, baby boy."
"Yeah, Curls, you were amazing. Wayne, I'd tell you the same, but your head's big enough already."
"You're damned right it is," Wayne chuckled as he held his hand in the water to check the temperature. "As you would know since you nearly gagged on it."
"Stop while he's upset, or I'll use chloroform for your massage oil," Arch muttered.
I was too worked up to ask what chloroform was, but went almost limp with relief when Arch carried me into the shower and Wayne followed and soaped up my hands and my chest.
"Is it okay to wash your ass? Sorry. Your tushy?" he asked in a gentle voice.
Yes, I linked him, not wanting to speak at the moment.
He carefully cleaned me up while Arch's strong arms held me close, and I laid my ear against his chest, listening to his strong, steady heartbeat to help calm down.
I love you, I whispered to them after we finished showering and we were drying off.
"I love you, too, Curls." Wayne wrapped his towel around his waist, then looped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me in to kiss my forehead. "You, too, Bear."
"You are both my whole world." Arch laid one hand on the side of my face and the other on Wayne's and stroked his thumbs over our cheeks. "I am so proud that you're my mates."
Blushing a little, I smiled and nodded, still not quite feeling like talking.
"Are you embarrassed because you panicked?" Wayne kissed my forehead again. "Because you shouldn't be. We love you just the way you are, quirks and all."
But you shouldn't have to. I swallowed and kept my stinging eyes on my bare toes.
"Thoreau Ezra del Vecchio." Arch stopped rubbing my cheek and used his hand to force my face up. "Would you ask me to stop being me? Or Wayne to stop being himself?"
I blinked as I processed his words, then shook my head so fiercely, my wet curls slapped me in the eyes.
"So why do you think we'd ask you to stop being you?" His lips twitched into a little smile. "You are perfect for us, just like we're perfect for you and each other."
"Yeah, well, some of us might be a little more perfect than others," Wayne snickered as he walked over the mirror to fuss with his blond fluff.
Rolling his eyes, Arch reached over and yanked Wayne's towel off, then smacked him really hard on his tushy.
The shocked look on Wayne's face made me giggle, as did the red handprint on his left cheek, and he narrowed his eyes at me in the mirror before he spun around and lunged at me.
Squealing, I ducked behind Arch, who caught Wayne and planted a big kiss on his parted lips.
"Kissy-kissy!" I giggled, then sobered when I felt twin flares of relief flash through our mate bond. "I'm sorry I made you worry."
"That's what mates do," Arch said as he let Wayne up for air. "Care and support each other."
"And that is something we're going to do for the rest of our lives," Wayne assured me, which made me smile.
After we dressed, we decided to see what we could make for supper and explored the pantry and refrigerator. For some reason, Mom Evie and Mrs. Price thought it was a good idea to buy us fresh vegetables - as if we'd ever eat them! - and a thought came to me as I stared at the cucumbers in the crisper drawer.
"Arch?" I glanced at him.
"Yeah?"
"What did you use to train yourself to deep-throat a dicky?"
I'd been curious ever since he said it. At that sex shop, Bubble explained what some of the toys were and how to use them, but I'd been intimidated by the dildos and ran off when he held one up. Now, I wondered if that's what Arch used.
"Had to have been an eggplant to deep-throat me so well," Wayne smirked.
As I giggled at the image of Arch with a whole eggplant in his mouth, Arch snorted.
"A banana, love. It was more than sufficient, trust me."
"The hell it was!"
Wayne screeched and tackled Arch, who was laughing too much to defend himself, and I grinned as they wrestled around on the floor.
Then I remembered something else and jumped on Wayne's back to get his attention, and Arch stopped tickling him when he realized I was there. They were always so careful to make sure I never got hurt, and my heart filled with love for both of them.
"You need something, Curls?" Wayne asked as he looked at me over his shoulder.
"What's baby gravy?"
"Willy milk," he chuckled. "You know, nut butter. Cock juice. Cream. Love custard—"
"Semen, Reau." Arch laid his hand over Wayne's mouth. "The words he's saying are vulgar ways to say semen. You just keep saying semen and don't copy this potty mouth."
"All right, Bear-Bear. I won't be a potty mouth!"
"That's our good boy, right, love?"
"Yep." Wayne rolled over so I straddled his stomach. "The best good boy ever."
And I grinned at my mates, basking in their praise.
Firth
Slipping out of bed undetected was as tricky as ever since both Wayne and Arch were clingy sleepers and kept poor Reau cemented between them at night.
I managed, though, and quickly shifted into my fur as soon as my feet hit the hardwood floor. Since they'd all fallen asleep naked as jaybirds, I didn't even shred any of Arch's clothes.
I knew I should have asked my boy's permission first, but it was the wee hours of the morning, and he was fast asleep now, worn out from all their sexy time.
I'd been fighting it for the past couple of hours, but the need to be under the moon for even just a little while clawed at me until I couldn't stand it any longer, so I trotted down the stairs, out of the kitchen's giant doggy door, and into the surrounding forest without disturbing anyone.
Or so I thought.
I'd just found the perfect place to lie down and stargaze when I heard two sets of nearly soundless footfalls drawing closer, and I shook my head with a tiny smile.
I should have known.
Silently, my mates lay next to me as tightly as they could, one on either side, and for nearly an hour we watched the moon play peekaboo with the clouds.
I bet he was just like Reau, I said at last. Sweet and innocent and too good for this world.
Brave, too. Ocean laid his head on my back. Braver than any wolf I've ever known. Well, except maybe Lark or old Spring here.
And now Tanner is safe with the Goddess, Spring ignored Osh's jab as he rubbed his cheek on top of my head, where no pain or sorrow can touch him.
Nodding, I lowered my chin to my paws and let out a little sigh.
I love you both, I told them.
Aw, Firth! Ocean whined and hid his nose in my ruff. Don't make me cry! You know I love you. And Spring, I know I tease you and annoy the hell out of you, but I love you, too.
I love you as well. Spring licked his ear, then mine. And you, Firth. I am so grateful to have you both. My heart is fuller than I ever imagined it could be.
Same, I whispered.
Same, Ocean echoed, and I rolled my eyes.
Don't copy me.
Don't copy me, he retorted.
How could I be copying you when I said it first? I demanded.
You said it at the same moment I thought it. How did you do that if you weren't copying me, huh? Well??
Ocean, I rolled my eyes, put your few remaining brain cells together and work with me here.
Sorry, I don't understand you. I don't speak assholian.
Language, pup! With a soft tsk, Spring nipped Ocean's ear, which made him let out a disgruntled yip.
Snickering because Ocean got in trouble and I didn't, I closed my eyes as my mates rearranged themselves to lay half on top of me and half on top of each other. Then we slowly drifted off to sleep, contentedly cuddled together as the moon covered us in a blanket of silvery light.