Flipping the Switch by Brigham Vaughn

EIGHT

Logan felt a little spike of nerves as Tony positioned himself on the bed, doing exactly as Logan had ordered. It wasn’t that he doubted that he could take charge of Tony, he was as easily submissive as any Dom could ask for. It was that Jude was watching.

And God, Logan liked Jude watching. Being with him—with both of them—was more amazing than he could put into words. But Jude had years of experience on Logan, and he didn’t like the feeling of having to play catch up. Jude wouldn’t make him feel bad about it if he got something wrong, but it still put Logan up in his head when he needed to be stern and focused.

For now, he’d have to tune Jude out and get back to the basics.

“Tell me your safewords, Tony,” he said.

“Green, yellow, red,” Tony said obediently.

“How do you like it? Do you like pain?”

“Only if it pleases you.”

They’d talked about this in the kink app but it was good to hear the words come from his lips. Logan brought his hand down with a smack on Tony’s ass and Tony let out a little grunt.

“Oh, it pleases me very much.” Logan landed a second, harder smack on the spot between Tony’s ass and thighs and he threw his head back, panting. “I love watching you like this. Love the sounds you make. Don’t hide them from me.”

The next smack drew a low, desperate sound from Tony’s mouth.

He wasn’t hard but Logan sure as hell was. A sexy man submitting to him made his cock throb with need. The noises Tony made, the flush of his ass and thighs turning pink, the solid thud that reverberated up Logan's arm … they all combined to heat his blood.

He spanked Tony a while, until his palm ached, and Tony’s whimpers were almost constant.

He glanced over at Jude who watched with barely disguised hunger but whether it was to spank Tony or be spanked by Logan, he couldn’t say.

“Jude, eat Tony’s ass. Get him ready for a cock,” Logan instructed.

Jude’s eyes widened and he licked his lips. “Happily.”

He clambered on the bed behind Tony and parted his cheeks, diving in without the slightest bit of hesitation.

“I’m not going to fuck him though,” Logan explained as he reached for the lube that Jude had so helpfully left out earlier. “You are.”

Jude and Tony both let out noises that Logan took to mean appreciation for that idea. Logan slipped a finger between Jude’s cheeks again and teased his hole, his fingers slick this time. “And I am going to fuck you.”

Need pulsed within him at the idea. It was unbelievably wrong to be thinking this, doing this to Jackson’s son. It was wrong knowing he was doing something reckless that was bound to blow up in his face. But he’d wanted Jude since he saw him at the construction site. Wanted to shove his hand in that thick, silky hair and kiss him like his life depended on it.

Logan slipped a second finger in, dimly hearing Jude’s desperate groan as he tapped at his prostate. Jude had just come but he was young and healthy and with a little urging, Logan was pretty sure he could get him hard enough to fuck Tony.

Logan had wanted to spank that gorgeous, biteable ass and bury his cock inside it since they started working together. He’d wanted all the things he’d barely begun to explore, and now here Jude was, too tempting to resist. He thought of Tony, sweet, obedient Tony who looked at him with wide, grateful eyes, and Logan wanted them both so fiercely he could barely breathe from it. Was it always like this? Was this what it always felt like with three kinky people who were well-matched?

If so, Logan might never survive this. But if he had to go, it sounded like a hell of a way to do it. He slid his fingers out of Jude’s body, intending to use a third, but Jude tore his mouth away from Tony and shook his head. “Fuck me. Please. I want to feel you tomorrow.”

Jude hadn’t been spanked. Hadn’t gotten any of the pain he so clearly craved so Logan nodded and reached for the condom instead. “Get ready to fuck Tony.”

Logan rolled on the condom and slicked it, watching as Jude stroked himself a few times to get fully hard, then did the same to himself. Logan caressed his back as Jude hastily worked Tony open with more lube and a few fingers. Logan could barely breathe as they all shifted on the bed, Jude kneeling between Tony’s calves. Every beautiful muscle in Tony’s body was tight as he rested on his hands and knees and Jude stroked a hand across his back in a soothing gesture as he lined up and pushed inside.

He moved slowly, sinking in at what looked like an agonizingly slow pace and murmuring soothing words until he was seated deep. Jude glanced over his shoulder at Logan, begging with his gaze for him to do the same.

Logan did, positioning himself carefully before he pressed forward. He slid a hand around Jude’s torso and licked at his neck and shoulders as he sank inside him. This part wasn’t new but sometimes it felt like it was. So sharp and intense he could barely breathe once he was enveloped in that tight heat.

“Oh fuck.” Jude shuddered. Logan could only imagine how that would feel, surrounded on either side, and he was glad Jude had come once already.

“Now move,” Logan rasped.

There were a few moments where they all tried to find a rhythm and then Logan realized it was all about letting Jude fuck between him and Tony. It was neither rough, nor frantic, more of a lazy rock of his hips back and forth, but it still stole the breath from Logan’s throat and made him bury his head against Jude’s shoulder for a moment to compose himself.

It was almost unbearable how good Jude felt. How slick and tight and unbelievably arousing he was. Logan roamed his hands across Jude’s torso, tweaking his nipples, teasing them into hard little nubs and enjoying the hiss of pleasure that Jude let out.

Logan tasted the salt of his sweat as he used his lips and teeth to tease and torment Jude’s neck and shoulder, inhaling the scent of his cologne, something warm and rich that teased at Logan’s nostrils. He dragged his teeth across the soft, fleshy part of Jude’s ear, biting down until he felt the answering shudder through Jude’s body. He switched to the other side, murmuring wordless sounds of pleasure in Jude’s ear even as he scraped a thumbnail across his nipple and heard the anguished moan that dissolved into something needy and desperate.

He reached out to stroke a hand across Tony’s hip and back, all he could easily manage from this position, but needing to anchor himself to the other man too. Tony panted lightly, his broad tattooed back glistening with sweat. Every time Jude drove into him, the muscles rippled, making the ink dance.

“You’re taking him so well, Tony,” Logan praised. He was only getting to know Tony, but he could see how much he lit up at praise, drinking it in like he was parched for it. “God, do you have any idea how fucking hot it is to see Jude’s cock spreading you open?”

He whimpered, shaking his head.

“The two of you are so gorgeous together I can hardly stand it,” Logan said with a little growl. “Tell me how you feel, Jude.”

“Fuck,” Jude said. “God, it’s so much. The feel of both of you. I …” He moved a little faster, rocking harder, movements growing more desperate. “It’s almost too much to take.”

“But you will take it, won’t you?” Logan asked. He raked blunt nails across Jude’s pecs, making him cry out and shudder, clenching around Logan’s cock. “You’re going to take my cock and give Tony yours and no one is going to come until I say so.”

Logan reached out, slipping a hand between their bodies where they were joined, caressing Tony’s rim, where Jude’s cock stretched him wide, brushing the sides of Jude’s shaft with his thumb as he drove in and out.

“Are you close?” Logan asked. “Can you come without someone touching your cock, Tony?”

“Yes,” he said, voice ragged. “So close.”

“Jude?”

“Just need a little more …”

Logan plastered his chest against Jude’s back, and dragged his nails along the sides of Jude’s thighs, hard enough it would leave marks. Jude exhaled sharply, his hands trembling as they rested on Tony’s sides.

Logan could take it no longer, so he reached and grabbed Tony’s hips, yanking back hard, then shoving him forward until he drove all three of them together in a desperate crash of bodies. There was nothing but sound and heat and need that drove Logan on. “Come now,” he said firmly. “Both of you.”

It was a ripple effect, Tony releasing with a deep groan a few thrusts later, then Jude shaking, his body rhythmically contracting around Logan’s dick and sending him over the edge too, helpless to do anything but come and come and come until he thought he’d never stop.

But slowly the trembling faded, and the wash of white-hot pleasure receded enough for Logan to check in and be sure Tony and Jude were okay. Jude had sagged back, his head lolling against Logan’s shoulder and Tony had collapsed down onto his forearms, breathing hard.

“So good,” Logan slurred as he hugged Jude tight with one hand and caressed Tony’s side with the other. “Both of you are so good.”

Somehow, Logan managed to guide Jude to drape over Tony’s body, then eased out. He staggered off the bed and removed the condom. His head was still swimming a few moments later as he fell onto the mattress beside Jude, who had pulled out and now lay on his back, gasping for air. Tony was curled up on the other side, face slack and soft with pleasure.

“Jesus.” Logan settled a hand on Jude’s chest. It was sheened with sweat and rose and fell with his panting breaths.

“Glad I talked you into this?” Jude said with a little laugh. He turned his head, giving Logan a lazy sex-drunk smile.

Logan laughed too, feeling as exhilarated as the time he’d gone parasailing in Florida during a business conference. “Yeah, I am.” He reached out, stroking Tony’s hip. “How are you doing?”

Tony opened his eyes and gave Logan a blissed-out smile. “Perfect.”

“Mmm, good.” Logan propped his head on his hand and pressed a kiss to Jude’s lips. “Thank you for allowing me to explore this with you,” he murmured against his mouth.

“Oh, no need to thank me.” Jude’s voice was silky. “Just promise me this is going to be a regular thing for us.”

“Well, that’s up to Tony too,” Logan pointed out. “But yes, I’d like that.”

“I’m in.” Tony’s voice was sleepy. “If you both want me.”

Jude let out a little tsking noise. “Of course I do.”

“I do too.” Logan stretched forward across Jude’s chest to press a kiss to Tony’s lips too, not wanting him to feel left out. “I want you both. Very much.”

He flopped back onto the king-size mattress with a contented sigh.

“Then it’s settled.” Jude’s tone was firm as he sat up and disposed of the condom he wore before falling back on the bed. The three of them lay there, tangled together for a while as they collected themselves.

Logan stretched an arm out to pull Tony close, sandwiching Jude between them. Both guys let out contented sighs like it was just what they needed.

Logan smiled, despite the fact reality was trickling in again, reminding him of what a tricky situation this was. He was, undoubtedly, insane for going forward with this but as he’d said earlier, he was already damned. If Jackson found out Logan was screwing his son, he’d kill him so whether it was once or a dozen times, it probably didn’t matter.

Or Logan was just telling himself that because the thought of not getting in bed with the two of them again was criminal.

They lazed there for a little while, stroking and petting one another as they came down from their high. Jude recovered first, pulling Logan and Tony to their feet and guiding them into the shower. It was good-sized but snug for three people. Logan didn’t mind two sets of hard male bodies, wet and slippery, rubbing up against him as they all tried to get clean.

They kissed a lot too, like they needed the touch to come down from the intensity of it all and Logan wondered if he should pinch himself to be sure it was all real. This wasn’t his life, was it?

They dried off and dressed after, discussing the scene, talking about what they might try the next time as they made their way across the apartment.

By the door, they all kissed. Slowly, lazily, trading off until they’d all had their fill. Or at least their fill for now. Jude was, of course, an incredible kisser. Demanding and yielding at once. Teasing. Tony’s kisses were softer, needier, but equally good. Logan could have gone on like that all night until someone got hard, and they fucked again, on the floor or against the wall, but eventually he tore his lips away from Tony’s and stepped back. “I need to go.”

“Ugh. Fine.” Jude’s pout was ridiculous and adorable all at once. It made Logan want to kiss him again. And again. “Tell me when you’re both free next.”

Tony shrugged. “Weekends are better for me, but I can make a weeknight work. Sleep is overrated.”

Logan laughed softly. Oh, to be that young again. Twenty-nine felt like a world away from Logan’s fifty-three. “I can do weekends. Or at least, next weekend. I’m not sure about the one after that. I may need to travel to Chicago for work.”

“Next weekend it is. Saturday night?” Jude offered. “And I could make you guys breakfast in the morning …”

Logan blinked. “You want us to stay over?”

Jude shrugged. “It’s an offer. I was thinking maybe we could have a bit of fun on Sunday too, unless you have somewhere you need to be.”

“You’re going to wear me out,” Logan joked.

“Oh, I suspect you can keep up,” Jude said with a sly grin. “I was just thinking it might give us some more time to explore.”

“Yeah, I’m okay with that,” Logan said. He shot a concerned glance at Tony. “Does that work for you though?”

Tony chewed his lip. “I can make it work.”

“Good.” Jude pulled him close. “Because there is so, so much I still want to do with the two of you.”

Jude gave them each a final, searing kiss goodbye, and Logan’s heart beat fast as he left Jude’s place. He and Tony walked through the crisp night air in silence. Stars glittered in the dark sky and Logan could see his breath with every exhale.

“I hope tonight was okay,” Logan said. He stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets as he and Tony strolled across the parking lot, wishing he’d remembered to grab gloves. “I know you and Jude had something before and I don’t want to intrude but …”

Tony gave him a long, serious look before he spoke. “I do like what Jude and I had before, but it was never … I was never …” He shook his head and slowed to a stop as they reached the visitor parking. “I always knew I’d never be able to give him some of the things he needs. So having you there is actually kind of perfect. I still get Jude plus he gets what he needs. And what you and I did was amazing too. I don’t feel like I’m missing out on anything. Being with both of you was perfect. You added to it—you didn’t take anything away.”

“Good.” Logan stepped forward. “To be honest, I don’t know what I’m doing here, but I’m glad we’re all going to explore it together.”

Tony smiled. “Me too. And don’t worry. Jude will show us the way.”

Logan hesitated. “You don’t think it’s upside down to have me taking my cues from him?”

Tony shrugged. “No. He just kind of made suggestions. I still felt like you were in charge, especially at the end there.”

“Okay, good.” Logan needed that reassurance more than he’d realized. “I’m looking forward to next weekend then.”

Tony’s smile lit up the night. “I am too.”

“Drive safe,” Logan said with a squeeze to Tony’s upper arm, firm under his heavy jacket. “Good night, Tony.”

“G’night, Logan.” Tony’s smile was soft and sweet as he reached for the door handle of his truck.

Logan turned and walked to his own car, parked just a few spots away.

A few minutes later, he pulled out of the lot behind Tony, exhausted and elated.

Logan had hardly dared to hope that tonight would go so well, but it had been more perfect than he could have imagined. Jude had made it perfect. No, they both had. He didn’t want to discount Tony’s part in it. Logan might not know Tony as well, but his presence had added something undeniable to the encounter that Logan would have been sorry to miss.

Despite Logan’s lack of experience, there had been a great flow of energy. It had felt … surprisingly balanced. Surprisingly easy. Surprisingly right.

The streets of Pendleton were dark and quiet as Logan drove to the apartment. Long after he readied himself for bed, then peeled back the covers and slipped under the sheets, he could still feel and taste the men he’d spent the night with, and he didn’t know what to make of that.