Chapter 85: Not me [M]
Chapter 84
Nolan
I pull away from Jack’s lips and look down, chest rising and falling a little too fast. For a heartbeat, I close my eyes, willing my brain to catch up with my body. When I force them open again—
Ciel.
Ciel like this is.... It’s unreal.
"Beautiful, isn’t he?" Jack murmurs, and his fingers slide lazily through Ciel’s hair. It’s such a casual, possessive gesture that it punches the air right out of my lungs.
I swallow hard.
Because yes. He’s beautiful. Too beautiful. Only Ciel would pull off looking good while sucking dick.
I feel something sharp and hot twist low in my stomach, a mix of want and envy I don’t even know how to untangle.
Everything is happening at once. I’m not sure where to look, who to touch first. My brain is screaming too much and my body is screaming more.
Jack laughs low against my ear, and it slides down my spine like a spark catching tinder. "Don’t overthink," he whispers.
"Just feel."
Easier said than done.
Ciel’s hand drags down the mattress, brushing against my thigh. It’s barely a touch—just fingertips—but it burns. I don’t even know what to do with that feeling. I jerk slightly, breath catching.
Jack sees it. Of course he does. He always does.
"Hey," he says, voice low and coaxing, "look at me."
I drag my gaze up and meet his. His pupils are blown wide, his smile sharp but soft around the edges, like he’s letting me breathe even as he pulls me deeper in.
"This is okay," he says. "You’re okay."
It’s ridiculous how much those words ground me. My heart still hammers, my stomach still flips, but my chest loosens just enough.
I look down again. At Ciel. At the way his lips move around Jack. At the way his eyelashes flutter, the soft sounds falling from his throat. At the way his fingers are creeping closer, brushing against me like an invitation he doesn’t even realize he’s making.
A shiver runs through me.
I’m going to fucking die. Really, I am.
Then Jack does it—he grabs Ciel by the hair, pulling him off his cock with a rough, practiced motion. My whole body jerks. I’d rather cut off my own hand than ever touch Ciel like that.
I flinch. It’s small, but Jack notices. Of course he notices.
"Oh, trust me, he likes it," Jack says, amused.
And sure enough, Ciel looks up at him, lips red and swollen, his breathing messy, and it’s... I don’t think I have the words to articulate. He looks wrecked in the prettiest way. There’s a flash of frustration in his eyes—like he’s been pulled away from his favorite dessert.
Favorite desert being Jack’s humongous, scary looking dick, that’s angry and alien looking. Is this normal ? I wouldn’t know I have the least sexual experience in this room, actually zero experience if I’m being honest I don’t think some messy handjob at a gas station once, in the dark, when I was seventeen and stupid counts.
Now the afternoon sun is streaming through the windows, painting everything in gold and heat. It catches on the piercing at the tip of Jack’s cock, and I swear my heart does a triple backflip.
This is too much. All of it. Them. Him. Ciel. The way Jack looks at me. The sunlight. The way my pulse is in my ears.
I force myself to breathe, it would so embarrassing if I passed out right now.
"Don’t be sad, sunshine," Jack drawls, cocky and smooth, "come up here and show off your skills to your best friend."
Ciel blinks up at him, a bit dazed, then turns to me.
His eyes ask is this okay?
Of course it’s okay.
It’s very fucking okay, in fact nothing in this is world has been okayer.
It’s everything I’ve wanted and never had the nerve to say out loud. I nod so fast I probably look like an idiot, but I don’t care.
I’ve prayed for this. Dreamed of this.
Ciel crawls toward me, and I swear my entire nervous system short-circuits. He’s moving like honey poured slow and steady, dragging every inch of me along with him. I don’t even notice Jack slipping off the bed.
"Uh—" I try to speak. I’ve been silent too long. I should say something, but the words die because—
Because Ciel wraps his mouth around me.
No hesitation. No teasing. He takes me to the hilt like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Probably is, if compared to Jack’s.
My hips jerk off the mattress before I can stop them. My hands fly to the sheets, knuckles white.
The sound I make is humiliating half moan, half broken noise. I don’t have time to feel the humiliation though, not now though.... definitely not now.
I can’t think. I can’t breathe. All I can do is feel the wet heat of his mouth, the way he hums like he’s savoring me. His lashes flutter against his cheeks. My vision blurs at the edges.
***
Jack
God, that sound Nolan makes—fuck.
It punches straight through me.
I step off the bed, kneel behind Ciel, and watch Nolan’s face like a movie I’ve seen a hundred times but will never get tired of. He’s flushed all the way to his ears, his chest rising fast, hands clutching the sheets like they’re his only lifeline.
Poor boy doesn’t know what to do with himself. It’s so hot.
And my sunshine is a vision. Kneeling between Nolan’s legs, mouth full, hair spilling over my fingers when I gather it up. His shoulders twitch slightly every time Nolan makes a sound, he loves it.
Once again. Just best friends my ass.
Let the best friends have their moment. It’s probably been Nolan’s fantasy for years. I can give him this.
I shift closer, bracing one hand on the bed. The other slides slowly up the line of Ciel’s back, feeling the tremor that runs through him. He’s warm, so warm, slick with sweat. His scent is thick in the air, sweet and sharp, omega and arousal and Ciel.
It’s intoxicating. It fills my lungs like smoke, thick and sticky and hot, winding down my spine until it coils somewhere deep in my gut.
I glance down, and—fuck. His hole is twitching. Subtle, but there. Every single part of me sharpens, goes tight. Every instinct I’ve ever had is screaming the same thing: take, claim, bite.
I bite the inside of my cheek hard enough to sting, trying to pull myself back from the edge. I’d never touch him that way unless he let me.
Doesn’t mean I can’t look. Doesn’t mean I can’t dream.
My hand slides from his hip down between his thighs, dragging over the slick heat of his skin until my fingertips brush where he’s already wet. He trembles under me, the sound he makes breaking into the quiet—breathy, desperate, Ciel.
Nolan whimpers. Actually whimpers. It’s a broken sound that shoots through me like lightning.
I look up, and there it is, his pupils blown wide, lips parted, blue eyes hazy and unfocused. He looks wrecked already, like pleasure is pulling him apart thread by thread. I like him like this.
But Ciel moves, and I look down again. My hand spreads over his lower back, fingers splayed, feeling every shiver as it rolls through him.
Bless omegas and their self-lubricating bodies. A universal miracle. Rose—wherever you are, if the universe still holds you, I hope cancer didn’t get you. And thank you.
I shift forward, pressing myself between his cheeks, letting the head of my cock rest right against him—not pushing in, just there. His breath hitches. His body stiffens.
"I won’t put it in," I murmur, my voice a low promise against the back of his neck. "Relax, sunshine."
He exhales shakily, tension easing but only a little.
Why isn’t Nolan doing his job?
I shoot him a look, glaring at him and motion with my chin. Grab his hair. Now.
He startles but obeys. Clumsy at first, then steadier as his fingers thread through the strands at the back of Ciel’s head. He’s gentle, of course he is—but it’s enough. Ciel lets out the softest sound, melts into the touch, relaxing.
That’s better. Teamwork.
I keep one hand pressed to his lower back, grounding him, the other skimming down the curve of his ass. I don’t push. I really, really do want to though.But instead, I guide his thighs apart a little more, adjusting the angle, drawing out every tremor that runs through him.
The head of my cock slides against him just a glide,the slick warmth against my skin makes my jaw clench. I move slow, deliberately, rubbing against that soft, slick spot that makes him shudder and moan.
As I grind against him, my hand slides lower, cupping his balls gently. Why do omegas even need them anyway? Somethings I better not be not be curious about.
I roll them softly in my palm, feeling them shift and move with my touch. Ciel lets out a low, guttural moan, his hips bucking slightly as I continue to tease him. I was sad about saying goodbye boobs, but hey when life gives you lemons...two small soft lemons...
Nolan reacts like someone’s pulled a string through him hips twitching, lips parting in a silent moan. His hand tightens unconsciously in Ciel’s hair, and Ciel arches back, caught between both of us, between everything.
The sound that leaves his throat is obscene and sweet all at once.
"Fuck," Nolan whispers. It’s barely a sound. More like a prayer.
As an occasional, recipient of Ciel’s mouth. I agree doggy, I agree.
I rock against him again, just enough to make the friction sing. My hand slips lower, brushing deliberately around the edges of that twitching ring of muscle, teasing without breaching. Ciel jerks forward, and Nolan lets out another ragged moan like it’s happening to him, too.
I could stay here forever.
My thumb slides against the edge of Ciel’s slick opening, feather-light. He whines—high, breathless. Nolan’s hips twitch like the sound is wired straight into him.
I wrap my hand around Ciel’s cock, feeling the velvety smoothness of his skin, the steel beneath. He’s hard and leaking, his precum coating my fingers as I stroke him in time with my movements against his ass.
This works too well, I mean who needs actual penetration. Not me.