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Scout surprised him when he nodded and eyed him solemnly before plucking the hotdog off the stick. “I’m good with that. I’d rather have someone to problem-solve with, because neither Sawyer nor I really thought things through when we tried to help Pops. We just jumped at the first thing that promised real money.”
“Been there, done that,” Carl admitted. “Outcome wasn’t any better than what the two of you experienced. Sometimes you get so focused on the end game you forget to look at the hell you’ll have to walk through to get there.”
Scout was nibbling his hotdog, but Axel had turned towards him and reached to brush back the hair the wind had sent fluttering towards Scout’s lips as he took a bite.
“So um, what kind of pain do you like?” Axel asked.
Even with the shadows flickering across his face, Carl could see a flush of red creep across his nose. Another shrug and squirm from Scout, who nibbled more, even as he turned his head to nuzzle against Axel’s hand.
“Having my hair pulled,” Scout murmured, the crackle of the fire making his words a bit difficult to hear, so Carl stood andcame around to their side of the flames. “Or my nipples twisted, or pinched, or bitten.”
Carl detected a hint of breathiness in his voice when he said the words, while Axel’s hand trailed from his cheek to his chest, lightly stroking over the front of his tank top. Scout’s breath hitched, and he dropped the last fourth of his hotdog onto his plate so he could focus on what Axel was doing. Scooting closer until he was right behind Scout, Carl skimmed his fingers up Scout’s back and immediately felt him shiver. Over Scout’s shoulder, Carl watched Axel tease, stroking through the cloth until Scout whined and tipped his head back a little.
Silky strands tickled the back of his arm, and Carl tangled his fingers in Scout’s hair and gave a gentle tug, just to gauge Scout’s response. His little gasp was punctuated by a keening cry when Axel chose that moment to pinch his nipple through his shirt and slowly started to twist. Scout’s reaction was so wantonly uninhibited that Carl wished they were naked so he could see what Scout’s cock looked like without his boardshorts covering it. As it was, the material was tented.
Carl caressed Scout’s cheek while Axel tugged a little more and tightened his grip, wringing a strangled moan from Scout that Axel swallowed when he kissed him, never letting go of the nipple. Scout’s pants were harsh and punctuated by broken moans that grew to loud cries when Carl reached his free hand around, found his other nipple, and gave a sharp pinch before letting go.
“You really, really like that, don’t you?” Axel murmured, twisting his fingers just a little more.
Scout’s hip bucked as he groaned. “Yeah! Fuck yeah.”
“I’d say he loves it,” Carl said, pinching the other nipple again, just to watch his hips start jerking as he sought friction.
This time he didn’t let go. He twisted, the way Axel was, until Scout pleaded with one of them to fucking touch him.
“We are touching you,” Axel teased, the look on his face downright sinister as he gave another hard twist.
“Gahhhh,” Scout cried, no longer forming words as they pinched, twisted, and tormented his nipples until Axel let go, slid down, and tugged at Scout’s shorts until he lifted up and let Axel yank them off him.
Pre-cum dripped from the twitching red tip as it bobbed, hard and proud. Carl kept a firm hold on Scout’s hair, his other hand stroking over the hard, pert nipple beneath the shirt, while Axel leaned in and licked the precum from the head of Scout’s cock and made him shudder. When Axel gave another lick, he was rewarded with another bead of pre-cum, which he happily licked away. Sliding his hand down, Carl splayed his fingers across Scout’s abs, holding him in place as Axel treated him like a melting popsicle and licked every inch of his hard shaft.
“Fuckin’ tease!” Scout cried as Axel’s tongue reached the base of his shaft and licked over his balls, every inch of Scout smoothly shaved.
For a moment, Carl wondered if that was because of the porn shoots he’d been doing or if it was a personal preference, not that it mattered when Axel tilted his head up to shoot him a filthy look, licked his lips, and smirked at him.
“Yup,” Axel replied, before finally wrapping his lips around the head of Scout’s cock.
Then the hem of Scout’s tank top was right there against his hand, so Carl slid his hand beneath it, caressing his already heated skin as he stroked his way up to the nipple Axel had previously been pinching as Axel sucked him deeper and hummed around him. Scout’s choked-out moan shifted to a wail as Carl pinched again, then twisted hard as Axel started bobbing his head, forcing Carl to press on Scout’s thigh to keep him from bucking too hard and choking Axel. Another hard twist, another loud hum, and Scout’s cries reached a louder pitch,choked out babbled words in between the occasional broken plea as Axel sucked. It only took another twist to send him over the edge and implant the image of Scout wearing nipple clamps in Carl’s mind, along with a billion and one ways of using them to torment him.
It drew out his orgasm each time Carl pinched just a little while Axel gave little kitten licks, cleaning up the cum Scout kept producing as he rode out the aftershocks. He was beautiful this way, bathed in firelight between him and Axel, who sat up looking quite pleased with himself. Especially when he went up on his knees and leaned in, inviting Carl to share a taste of Scout with him.
The kiss was fierce, bold, and a little messy, but damn, not only could he taste the slight bitterness of Scout’s release clinging to Axel’s lips, but his desire to explore so much more in the days to come.
Chapter 21
(Kong)
That son of a bitch Creature hadn’t brought either boy with him to the club, robbing Kong of the chance for some one-on-one time with Scout to try and make things right. If this was how Creature intended to play it, then they were gonna have words, and more. It still rankled the hell out of Kong that Creature had stepped in and claimed what was his without even a conversation to give him a heads-up. Not that Kong would have allowed it if he’d tried. Scout was his. His body, his whimpers, the way he squirmed—it was all imprinted on Kong’s mind, and he wanted more of Scout. He wanted Scout back in his arms and under him. He wanted Scout kneeling beside his chair, eating from his fingertips the way he’d pictured time and time again, and Kong intended to have him.
Didn’t matter if that came with a side order of Creature and that pretty little Axel kid he’d claimed. Kong had wanted to get his hands on Creature for years and wouldn’t have minded being under him either, as long as Creature was willing to pin him down and give him what he craved. Only today, Kong couldn’t even get the fucker to look at him. Fuming, Kong headed his way, intent on challenging Creature to another bout at the arm-wrestling table, when Kat stepped into his path.
“I know that look,” she hissed. Even in six-inch heels, the top of her head didn’t reach Kong’s shoulder. “If you start shit in here, you will clean up everything the two of you wreck, doyou hear me? You and only you, ‘cause he didn’t come in here looking to cause a commotion.”
“He didn’t come in here looking to prevent one either.”
“Yeah, he did; that’s why he left his boys at home to watch movies rather than bring them into a potentially volatile situation.”
“There wouldn’t be violence brewing if he hadn’t claimed my boy!” Kong growled, not even bothering to keep his voice down.
