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  Vince smoothed a hand across Lee’s chest. “Now. Relax.”

  Lee started to nod, then Pete licked at his cock before swallowing it down. He gasped and almost arched out of Vince’s grasp. “Fuck!”

  “Easy there, tiger.”

  Lee didn’t know whom Vince was talking to, but he did manage to force his rigid muscles back into a less vibrating semblance of relaxation against Vince’s welcoming body.

  “Good boy,” Vince whispered again.

  If Pete was flighty and tentative with his kisses, he certainly wasn’t the same with his blowjobs. Aggressive and demanding, the intensity of Pete’s focused attention made it impossible for Lee to remain still or catch his breath. He was trembling and whimpering within minutes, desperate to get his hands on Pete and make him move to give relief the way Lee wanted.

  Vince’s mouth, hot against his ear, distracted him. “I knew I was right to tie you up. You have to learn to let him have his head. What he’ll do on his own is so much better than anything you can manhandle him into. Trust me.”

  Lee grunted and shifted, trying to push his cock deeper into Pete’s mouth.

  Pete pulled away just enough to deny him, and glanced up. He had a wicked, taunting look in his eyes, which was so unlike his usual sweet, pliable self it made Lee gasp.

  Suddenly, he understood. Sex brought out a devil in Pete. No wonder Vince was leery.

  “You see that?” Vince asked.

  Lee groaned as Pete sank onto his dick and sucked his way off. Hard.

  “Fu-uck.” Lee shuddered as his cock smacked against his stomach while Pete sat back on his heels and smirked. “Vince.” It was a whine. A dirty, begging plea and they all knew it.

  Vince ran a soothing hand through Lee’s hair, like he was petting his favorite cat. “Get up here,” he ordered.

  Pete grinned, feral and demonic, but he did as he was told and climbed onto the bed beside Lee.

  “On your stomach and stop gloating.”

  Pete snickered, but again, he did as ordered and stretched out onto his stomach, spreading his legs to leave lots of room between them.

  “Can you sit here while I settle him?” Vince asked, and Lee nodded, fascinated by the way Pete was humping the blankets and moaning softly, like he didn’t care who saw him turn slutty and wanton.

  “Fuck, that’s so . . .” Lee didn’t have the right word.

  Vince smacked Pete’s ass hard enough the sound bounced around the room a bit.

  Pete yelped, but it only made him hump harder and giggle.

  “Jesus,” Lee whispered.

  “Yeah,” Vince agreed. “Pete. Lift.”

  Pete did, scooting his knees closer to his body so his ass was high in the air. He also placed both his hands at the small of his back and gave out a tiny mewl.

  “Lee, I’m going to untie you and show you how he likes his hands bound.”

  Lee swallowed. “I don’t—”

  “Shh.” Vince petted him again. “You have to know so he can be safe. It’ll make it easier to let him out if you have to, or to do it for him if I’m not here.”

  “I’m not—” God. He wasn’t the one who tied people up. Didn’t Vince already know this? Did he have to say it?

  “Lee.” Vince pulled him around to face him on the bed and looked straight into him. “I know what you don’t and what you aren’t. And it’s okay. I’m not asking you to be. My job here is to keep everyone safe. Do you understand that?”

  His brain was mush. Was he being a dick? Lee pulled in a deep breath and made himself think. Finally, he nodded. “I understand. Yeah.”

  “Okay. Good boy.” This time, he said it loudly enough Pete surely heard it. Lee glanced down at Pete, who was watching them, calm, expression a little vague.

  “He’s waiting, so let’s do what he needs, yeah?” Vince asked.

  Lee nodded. “Yeah.” He could do that. He waited while Vince freed him from the shirt and watched carefully as Vince bound Pete’s wrists behind his back.

  All the while, Vince spoke softly to both of them, being free with his touches and praise, confirming for all of them that Pete remembered his safewords and would use them if he had to. Once Pete was restrained, his body seemed to sink into the bed a little bit, his muscles relaxed more. He closed his eyes.

  Vince was the one who prepared Pete, ordering him not to touch himself and leaving Lee to watch, even when Pete began to squirm and plead in a voice that made Lee willing to do anything to make him happy again.

  Pete was practically in tears with the way Vince edged him, and his shaking, when Lee was finally allowed to climb up behind him and line up his sheathed cock, was so violent Lee feared he might hurt himself with his hands bound.

  “You’re doing fine,” Vince assured Pete, crouching next to the bed so his face was close to Pete’s. “It’s been a long time since it was this intense. You just have to breathe, babe.” He petted Pete’s hair. “Just breathe.” He glanced up at Lee and nodded.

  Lee pushed forward, intent on carefully entering Pete, so as not to strain his nerves further.

  Pete made a harsh cry and thumped his head on the mattress.

  “Don’t have to be gentle with him, Lee. Not what he’s looking for.”

  Lee pulled in a breath and bit his lip. He wasn’t dominant by nature. Not in bed. But Vince was watching him so closely, and he expected Lee to do this right, to learn what Pete needed and how to give it to him. He expected Lee to help him take care of their lover.

  Lee blinked. Their lover. He gulped, and before he could overthink it more than he already had, he thrust, pushing relentlessly into Pete’s tight channel.

  Pete snarled and writhed with the stretch. He shook, curling away from Lee, but Vince cooed at him and told him to breathe. When Lee pulled back, slowly, uneasy about that reaction, he felt Pete’s body slide into calm under his hands. He settled. He presented his ass again, and Lee pushed back in.

  “Better,” Vince praised them both. “Keep going.”

  Lee didn’t need more of an invitation than that. He held on to Pete’s hips and pumped, setting up a rhythm that didn’t give either of them a lot of breathing room. Now he was here, inside, he didn’t want to wait a moment longer to get to the finish line. He needed this as much as Pete did.

  Abandoning caution, he pounded his hips against Pete’s backside. Vince would stop him if it was too much for Pete. Lee believed that and so he left careful behind and hurled them both at the enough as hard as he could.

  Pete came first, crying out in a soggy, panting rush as he spilled onto the bed. His ass clenching and throbbing around Lee’s cock did the trick, and Lee followed Pete off the cliff into orgasm.

  The trip was a heady one, tumbling him head over heart into the abyss and making him hope for a soft enough landing he wouldn’t shatter.

  It was Vince who eased them both onto the bed, pushing Lee to the far edge and lowering Pete onto his side so Vince could reach the bonds and free his hands.

  Pete merely mumbled something incoherent, and Lee wiggled closer to him, pulling him against his chest and crooning to him the simple, soft melody that had always soothed him. He petted Pete and watched Vince as he rose, got undressed and climbed into the bed on the other side of Pete.

  They lay like that, Lee and Vince embracing their charge for a long time, watching one another over Pete’s tousled, still head for what felt like ever.

  Lee had no words. He’d had scenes before, mostly in clubs with guys he hadn’t really known, play partners he’d been physically compatible with who didn’t want or need more than that.

  “You didn’t get out of your head much,” Vince said finally.

  Lee shrugged. He was still petting Pete’s shoulder, and he buried his face into Pete’s curls but kept watching Vince.

  “It’ll come,” Vince assured him.

  “That wasn’t what I’m used to,” Lee admitted. He rarely topped. Not that he didn’t like to, just that it wasn’t his preference. “You
didn’t come.”

  Of everything, this bothered him most, for some reason. He’d learned over the years of fooling around in the scene with Doms who liked to take their pleasure in him, that it was all about that: their pleasure. The kind ones, the good ones, made sure he also enjoyed the exchange. But it was never about him. Not really.

  “That isn’t why I do it,” Vince said. “I like sex. And I enjoy orgasming, but that isn’t what Pete needs from me. He needs me to help him turn off. He has a hard time getting out of his head. Sleeping, relaxing, he’s always got sixty things spinning in his brain. I’m in it to slow down the hamster.” He shrugged. “He likes to get off, so I do that for him, but you are infinitely better suited to him that way than I am.”

  Lee wasn’t sure he understood. “You didn’t mind me blowing you before.”

  Vince smiled. “Hell no. You’re pretty good at it, actually. But that’s how I like my sex, Lee. Calm. Easy. Vanilla.” He chuckled. “Well. As vanilla as a three-way can get, I guess. Domination and sex aren’t mutually exclusive for me, but they don’t have to be linked, either. Tonight, watching you with him is the first time in forever I even got a twitch down there during an exchange. It was . . . interesting.”

  Lee gaped at him. “‘Interesting’?”

  Vince shrugged. “What do you want me to say? I’m built different. Is it going to be a problem?”

  Lee didn’t know how to answer that. No, it wasn’t a problem. Not any more than the whole situation was . . . problematic . . . for him.

  “Okay.” Vince broke the silence with that simple acceptance and a light touch of Lee’s hair, tucking it behind one ear. “Why don’t you go clean up and toss that condom? I’ll make sure he’s okay until you get back.”

  Lee nodded and rose.

  “And Lee.”

  There was a heartbeat of silence before Lee capitulated and turned to the bed.

  “You will come back to this bed.”

  Lee stared at him.

  Vince raised an eyebrow.

  “I— Yes. I’ll come back.”

  Vince chuckled. “Close enough.”

  “Sir,” Lee whispered as he reached the bathroom door.

  “Better!” Vince called after him.

  Lee’s skin heated, but he couldn’t hold back a grin as the praise warmed him from a place deep in his gut he’d almost forgotten all about.

  Vince lay awake a long time. The bed was warm. His lovers breathed easy beside him, wrapped around one another in sleep. It was exactly what he’d aimed for. So why was he anxious?

  Because he’s still scared, you idiot.

  Lee might have come through for Pete, might even have enjoyed the simple scene. But he hadn’t let go of his shields or allowed Vince to really engage him. Something had caught his breath in the middle of things, and Vince had to know what that something was. He didn’t want to risk setting Lee off unexpectedly in the middle of a scene when Pete was vulnerable, or worse, when Lee was.

  Vince just wasn’t sure how he was going to get Lee to open up.

  Across the bed, Lee grumbled, inarticulate sounds that bottomed out his voice and made his limbs twitch.

  Pete huffed, squirmed, but instead of sleepily rolling aside, he tugged at Lee, not quite waking, to pull him in tighter. After a few moments, Lee settled and his breathing evened out.

  Vince pushed up on one elbow to look over Pete at Lee. To his surprise, Lee wasn’t asleep. He was watching Pete, but when Vince appeared over Pete’s shoulder, he glanced up.

  “You okay?” Vince whispered.

  “Fine.” There were Lee’s shields again, firmly in place. He stared for a heartbeat longer, then closed his eyes.

  Vince tried hard to hold in the sigh as he lay back down.

  Vince said very little the next morning as he watched Pete pack for his upcoming trip to Seattle. After about fifteen minutes of standing in the doorway observing, Lee wandered in and began to fold the clothes Pete had flung into his suitcase.

  “Oh, don’t worry,” Pete told him. “Not like I need business attire or anything.”

  “I don’t mind.”

  “But—”

  “Pete?” Vince drew him out of the room with a promise of coffee, and Pete followed him to the kitchen.

  “If it helps him feel better, let him do it.”

  “But—”

  “You saw his place. His clothes. Let him be.”

  “It’ll only get messed up again as soon as I open it,” Pete muttered.

  Vince took him by the arm and pulled him into a hug. “Maybe.” He kissed Pete’s hair. “Maybe you’ll have more respect for his efforts than that. Just let him do him, yeah?”

  “I know.” Pete folded into him and leaned hard enough Vince needed the support of the counter behind him. “I wish I didn’t have to go right now.”

  “But you do, so let’s just do it the best we can, okay?”

  “Yeah. You’re right.”

  “I know.”

  Pete snorted and pulled free of his grasp. “You two going to be okay without me?”

  “You know it.” Vince grinned at him, but Pete made a face.

  “Because that totally sounds like something you would say.”

  Vince sighed. “We’ll be fine. It isn’t like we won’t be able to talk to you. And you’re only gone a week, right?”

  “Week to ten days. Look what’s happened in the past ten days, though.”

  “Good things.”

  “So keep that trend.”

  “I intend to. Now go finish packing.” Vince handed over two coffees, one for Pete and one for Lee, and turned to the sink to wash up the few dishes sitting on the counter. He didn’t normally bother in the morning, but he needed to keep his hands busy. Pete would be leaving for the airport directly from the studio, so he wouldn’t be home to do it later. Vince didn’t want dishes diverting him when it was just him and Lee alone in the house for the first night without Pete to buffer them.

  Once Pete had left, though, Lee clammed up so hard it was like the night before hadn’t even happened. Vince didn’t know if he should demand an answer to his sudden quiet, or let it go. He settled on asking.

  “It’s nothing,” Lee told him.

  “It’s not nothing. You’ve stopped talking. You won’t look at me. What?”

  “I didn’t want Pete to worry.”

  “Worry about what?”

  Lee rubbed gingerly at his lower back and made a face. “I may have overdone it a bit last night is all. And I didn’t want Pete to have that distracting him, or for him to feel like it was his fault. This is an important opportunity for him. Best he focuses on why he’s there, since he can’t be here.”

  Vince was skeptical. When Lee was in pain, he didn’t get considerate. He got bitchy. But maybe he’d seen a softer side of Pete last night? Something more vulnerable he wanted to protect? Vince would be okay with not being the only one Pete could turn to. So he let it go.

  “Will you be sure to take a lot of breaks today? Walk around a bit. Don’t let it seize up.”

  “I actually don’t need you to tell me how to look after this particular injury.” He held up both hands when Vince opened his mouth to argue. “Besides which, I thought I might work from home today. That way if it gets bad, I can lie down or take a bath or whatever. There’s nothing we can’t do through email or a chat window. Other than you fetching me coffee, but I suppose I’ll just have to get by.”

  At least the snark was more in character. Vince let out a sigh and picked up his keys. “Fine. Do what you want. I have to get in there. I’ll let Blaire know where you are in case he needs you.”

  “Do.” Lee presented his back, fiddling with the coffeepot as Vince slipped his jacket on. Vince waited a moment, but clearly, Lee wasn’t turning around to say good-bye.

  “See you later, then.”

  “Later,” Lee agreed, still with his back to Vince.

  Fuck you too, then, asshole. Only, Vince wasn’t pissed off so much a
s worried. He wasn’t quite buying Lee’s sore-back story, but he couldn’t think of any other reason Lee would want to work from home, so he let it go and let himself out of the house. Blaire probably wouldn’t take issue with the situation. And maybe it would be less stressful not to have Lee sitting across the desk from him.

  Still, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

  Pete spent most of his time at the studio working out a recording schedule he hoped would get things done as quickly as possible without burning out anyone’s voice. He’d consulted a few of the actors who had done voice-over work in the past, and after listening to their experiences and the tips they offered, he had a pretty clear picture of what to expect in Seattle. If all went according to plan, the team would spend the rest of the day setting up when they got there, and then Friday, they would record half the main characters, give them the weekend to rest, do the smaller parts Monday and Tuesday, and return to the main actors Wednesday and Thursday. Friday they could pack up, and with any luck, he would be home for the weekend.

  He’d have to go to the studio the following Monday and maybe Tuesday to package up the recorded material and send it off, but that was all computer work. Between himself, Kylee and their techies, it shouldn’t take more than the two days, and then Pete would be free for the rest of the week. That gave him almost ten days before his hiatus was over and he had to be back at the studio to do the preliminary work for the next season’s first episode of shooting.

  He could do this. All he had to do was concentrate, stick to the plan, and eat right. Get enough sleep. Then as long as he talked to Vince once a day, he should be fine. He’d done plenty of shoots where he’d been away from home for longer than a week. This was nothing.

  “Hey, boss?” Kylee knocked on the edge of the table where he’d set up his laptop.

  “Yeah?” He looked up. She had pigtails today, and an sweatshirt that left her belly bare above low-waisted jeggings. He wondered if he should talk to her about more appropriate work wear, but then decided it didn’t matter. At least not today. It seemed like a comfortable traveling outfit. “What’s up?”