Atticus' POV:
I watch Silas shyly cover his privates as he sits between myself and Lincoln. It humors me how annoyed Lincoln looks; that boy is a professional in his industry and can be one of the most composed people I know, but when he's alone with me or someone he's comfortable with, he's excitable and almost like a puppy on steroids.
"We should watch the Hunger Games trilogy because you're on suspension," Lincoln says pointing to me before he turns his attention to Silas. "And you were in jail when we were supposed to watch it."
Silas smirks. "Sorry for the inconvenience."
"Yeah, screw you for getting arrested," I say, reaching under the water to wrap my arm around Silas.
"Wasn't that technically your fault?" Silas asks as Lincoln gets up and sits on my thigh so I can hold him as well.
I roll my eyes. "I didn't tell my asshole boss to look at my phone and you texted me."
"Agh, stop arguing," Lincoln says, pressing his nose into my neck. "You two are brats. Why am I the only composed one here?"
"Lies," Silas says, lifting Lincoln with his powers and dropping him into the middle of the hot tub.
Lincoln shrieks, standing up and glaring at Silas. "My hair was so clean! Now I have to shower so I don't smell like chlorine!"
"Sorry, not sorry."
Lincoln stomps over to Silas and I, water rippling around him as he does so. He isn't that intimidating to me, but Silas still winces a bit, even though he's smiling. Lincoln sits back on my thigh and leans over to kiss Silas' lips before he bites our boyfriend's neck.
"Guess you'll have to clean me up, loser," Lincoln teases and I smile as a dusty rose color flushes over Silas' face. "I need a pet name for you..."
"You don't have one for me," I retort, because I call Lincoln 'babe' or 'babes' but he usually just calls me by my name.
Lincoln hums. "You're my love or my idiot," he coos, kissing the tip of my nose. "You're taller than me so I don't really call you 'baby.'"
"What if I want to be your baby?" I ask, jutting out my lip.
"Alrighty," Lincoln agrees. "You're my baby... Silas, you're my kitten."
Silas gives him a weird look. "Why?" he asks, clearly not very fond of the name. "I'm a person."
"Because of the cat shirt," Lincoln says matter-of-factly. "And because you're feisty and scrappy, but you can also be clingy and cuddly when you're comfortable. Plus, you're a bit unpredictable at times, like when you threw me into the hot tub."
I chuckle at their interaction and tug Silas onto my lap, even though he's embarrassed and covers his face. It's probably because he's naked, but he doesn't try to squirm away, and I have to remind myself that he's younger than myself and Lincoln so it's going to take him a little longer to get comfortable.
"I think it fits you, Silas," I tell him, and Silas huffs. "Come on, Lincoln won't call you that at work."
"If he does I will not hesitate to kick his ass," Silas threatens, glaring right at Lincoln.
Lincoln giggles and reaches over to touch Silas' waist. "Play nice with me, kitten," he says, and I don't miss the red that darkens on Silas' face. "I'm going to be your boss soon."
"I'm putting in my two weeks notice," Silas tells Lincoln, climbing out of my lap and getting out of the hot tub. "Sorry, boss."
"We haven't even hired you!" Lincoln exclaims, taking my hand and following Silas out of the tub. "Time to go shower."
Silas shrugs. "Have fun, I'm going to eat. I'm starving because you two made me go to the hot tub instead of eating dinner," he says, pulling on his underwear and the cat shirt I lent him.
"See! The shirt!" Lincoln exclaims, only pulling on his underwear.
Oh god, I have to really fight not to get hard right now. I have two cute boys in front of me who are both my boyfriends and have very nice bodies.
Not to mention the lustful looks that Lincoln openly gives me; for someone who is usually modest and composed, he is a bit of a kinky freak in bed.
Actually, not a bit.
A lot.
"Fine," Lincoln pouts. "Baby, wanna help me get cleaned?"
I do not mind the pet name he's given me, honestly!
"Sure, babes," I say, and I want Silas to join us, but he waves us away.
"Go shower! I'm making us dinner!" Silas orders, going through the pots and pans to pull out what he needs.
He is an amazing cook. From what Silas has told us, he's had a lot of time inside the house and so he has gotten to learn his way around a kitchen. He's amazing at it, and he loves to experiment different styles or cuisine.
I walk into the bathroom, trailing Lincoln.
"I think he's nervous," Lincoln says, turning on the shower and stripping down once again. "But it makes sense... I'm just glad he's willing to try."
"Me too, babes," I tell him, standing under the shower head as the water pours down and Lincoln turns down the other one. "Come here."
Lincoln wraps his arms around me and I trail my fingers through his hair as the water pours down on us. Most of the time we do sexual things in the shower, but I don't really feel up to it and I don't think Lincoln does either. Even though we just formed the starts of a relationship with Silas, it doesn't feel right to do anything while he's out in the kitchen.
It'd be different if he was at work or out somewhere because he wouldn't be around, but with him being in our home and not with us in the shower, neither of us are really feeling up to it.
Lincoln lathers his hands with soap and rubs his hands all over my front and then my back, before he washes them free of the soap and puts shampoo in his palm and scrubs my scalp.
"My turn," I whisper, doing the same. "I'm going to make your hair a mohawk."
I rub the suds all over his head and begin to make it all spiky and stand it up as a mohawk. Of course, Lincoln rolls his eyes at me, but he doesn't try to undo my glorious creation right away.
We swap lazy kisses once our hair is clean of the shampoo and set with conditioner. Footsteps grab my attention and I see Silas standing shyly at the door of the bathroom, not meeting our eyes.
"Dinner is started, but I'm letting the chicken sit in the marinade for an hour or so."
I know that if he wants to marinade chicken that it takes way longer than an hour, but I don't mind.
"Do you need to shower, kitten?" Lincoln asks, and Silas huffs at the pet name but he strips down and opens the door to the shower. "You have a tattoo!"
Silas looks down at his own hip, where there's a small dragon tattoo. "Oh, yeah," he says, not reacting when I reach forward to touch it. "I got it when I was eighteen. I rarely go out, but I wanted to celebrate my birthday somehow and decided to hide my mark from the artist so they wouldn't judge me. He saw it anyway but said he has tattooed for Mistakes before and was very kind to me."
"I didn't see it in the hot tub," I say, rubbing my thumb over the tiny tattoo. "It's very cute."
"I'm glad you like it," Silas says, and I can't tell if he's red from the shower or from his shyness.
Lincoln stands behind him, rubbing his hands up and down Silas' sides. "I think you're both cute," he says, and I look down to see Silas' cock twitching as Lincoln runs his hands down his sides and kisses his neck. "And I think we should do something... fun."
"How about checkers?" I ask sarcastically, and Lincoln gives me a cold glare. "I'm joking, babes."
I watch Lincoln continue to touch Silas, and Silas begins to relax into Lincoln's loving and firm grip. It's a bit upsetting to me that Silas seems so much comfortable with Lincoln, but they have hung out more and I'm twenty eight and Lincoln is two years younger than me, so it makes sense they'd get along quicker.
Silas is only twenty two, and according to his file he won't be twenty three for another couple of months.
"Lincoln, don't..." Silas pants, and I can see how nervous he is. "I've never..."
"Never had sex?" I ask, because if he's been trapped inside for most of his life, I don't see how he had the chance.
Silas shakes his head. "I'm not ready for that."
"That's fine," Lincoln says, pulling Silas toward me so we're all huddling in a tight circle. "We can do other things, kitten."
"Stop calling me that," Silas exclaims, but he doesn't seem that annoyed; more embarrassed.
I chuckle and run my hand down his chest and let my fingers venture toward his groin. "If you want me to stop, tell me," I say, and Silas nods but doesn't say anything.
Lincoln curls into my side and I use my unoccupied hand to tease his body with sensual touches.
Silas groans when I grab his cock and stroke him slowly. He hides his red face in my chest, his shyness taking over.
"You're so cute," Lincoln coos, reaching for Silas and running his hand down Silas' back before parting his cheeks with his hand. "Have you ever touched yourself, Silas?"
"Yes, I'm a twenty two year old man," he says, panting a bit when Lincoln moves to finger him. "What are you... Lincoln!"
Lincoln takes his hand away. "Fine, fine," he grumbles, looking up at me for a brief second before he slides down to his knees.
He grabs my cock in his hand and strokes me a couple times before taking my member into his mouth.
I think my brain short-circuits, but I manage to keep stroking Silas, pulling him closer to me. "Lincoln, give your other boyfriend some attention," I order, and Lincoln hums and pulls of my cock to take Silas' in his mouth.
"Oh my god," Silas gasps, laying his forehead against my chest. "Fuck..."
"Feel good?" I ask, and Silas nods. "Come on, Lincoln, take him deeper."
Lincoln opens his mouth wider and chokes himself on Silas' cock, and I don't miss the hungry look on his face.
"You're so good, babes," I purr when Lincoln returns his focus to my throbbing member.
Silas strokes himself, his eyes fixed on Lincoln sucking me off.
"Close?" I ask Silas, and he nods with a shaky deep breath. "Good, we're going to come on his face."
Lincoln moans around my cock, letting go of my cock and closing his eyes while Silas and I work ourselves closer to the edge.
Silas moans and that sound is what pushes me over the edge, and I shut my eyes as I shoot streams of come all over Lincoln's face. From the sounds of Silas' groans, I can tell he's reached his orgasm as well.
When I open my eyes after riding out my high, I see that Lincoln's face is covered in our spend, and Silas' face is locked on our boyfriend.
He unexpectedly sits down on the ground and grabs Lincoln's cock, stroking it and making Lincoln gasp and open his eyes, despite the thick substance all over his face.
"Stand up, Lincoln," I tell him, helping him to stand up. "Go on, Silas."
Silas seems a bit nervous, but he opens his mouth and takes Lincoln's member into his mouth.
"Good," Lincoln says, wrapping his hands in Silas' hair. "Open your mouth a little wider, ah, like that... careful of your teeth, kitten."
From Lincoln's moans I can tell that Silas is good at this, and I definitely want to use his mouth at some point. However, since it's his first time, his jaw will probably be sore so I'm going to stick with watching for now.
"I'm going to come in your mouth if you don't pull off!" Lincoln exclaims, suddenly crying out as he comes, and I help to catch him because he often gets a little shaky after an orgasm.
Silas coughs and spits out everything that had been released into his mouth. He stands up and washes out his mouth using the shower head.
"I eat healthy," Lincoln pouts.
"I mean no offense to you, but that shit is nasty."
His reaction draws a laugh from me. "Calm down babes, not everyone wants to swallow," I tell Lincoln, ruffling his hair as Silas stands up and relaxes in my embrace. "I'm starving."
Silas hums. "Me too."
"Yeah, I could eat, too," Lincoln mumbles, finishing washing out his hair before turning off one of the shower heads and leaving the shower. "Sex and food. Best parts of my life."
"I thought we were the best part of your life?" Silas pouts, watching Lincoln dry himself off.
"Sorry, kitten. Nothing is better than food!"
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