Personally, I was going to be on edge and paranoid until something else happened. Which was probably what they wanted. Fuck, they were pulling my strings again.
"I know it's easy for me to say don't let it get to you, but we've got this." Atlas was a muscular god of unwavering confidence.
"I don't want to let it get to me." My frustration was rising again. I tended to fixate on things. I tried to think aboutanythingelse, but they stuck anyway. Usually the obsession was football, but now it was this. My brain was buzzing with it.
"I know you don't." He put his hand on my shoulder again. "What can I do?"
"Just keep being you." I leaned over to brush my mouth over his. Something I wouldn't have dared to do when we first met. He was so out of my league it wasn’t funny. I never expected him to notice I existed, except as just another teammate.
But then he started talking to me. He never treated me like there was anything wrong with me. I couldn't have stopped myself from falling in love with him if I tried. Same with Chelsea.
They both sawme. Not the weird guy who got overwhelmed more easily than the people around me. Not the strange guy who couldn’t stand the feeling of socks. The way they felt, rough against my feet, that made me want to burn every last pair of them on the face of the planet. Wearing them sucked. I only tolerated them when I had to.
This was my normal and they loved me for it.
"I think I can manage that." Atlas deepened the kiss, his tongue tasting my lips and tangling with mine. If he kept kissing me like that, I was going to lose my load in my track pants.
I managed to break off our kiss and straighten up. "You want to go upstairs?"
"Yeah, I do," he said. He grabbed my hand and tugged me towards the door like if he didn't hurry up he might implode.
Laughing, I let him pull me into the elevator. While we travelled up to the floor above, he pressed me against the side of the car, kissing me senseless. His tongue sliding in and out of my mouth like he wished it was his cock.
We staggered out of the elevator and over to the door to Storm's apartment. Atlas knocked on the door with the side of his fist until Frost finally opened it.
"You guys okay?" he asked, his gaze going from me to Atlas and back again.
"We need to move into one house." Atlas pulled me inside and closed the door behind us. He grabbed the back of Frost's head and kissed him deeply before pulling me in for another kiss.
"I couldn't agree more." Frost stepped around behind both of us and pushed us towards the living room.
Everyone else was sitting or standing, except Storm, who was rummaging through the fridge. “Burgers will do.”
"There goes the diet," Atlas said.
"Don't forget my salad," Ramsey called out to Storm.
Storm gave him a funny look, but pulled out a bunch of ingredients. "Dinner won't be long."
"Perfect," Atlas said. He pulled me over to Chelsea and pushed me to sit down beside her. "Hey, gorgeous, we didn't want to fuck without you being there."
This was new, but when he said it, I knew he was right. We'd fucked plenty of times before, but we weren’t involved with her then. Doing it without her now would feel like cheating. I was many things, but a cheat wasn't one of them.
That said, I didn't mind when Atlas and Chelsea fucked without me. Sometimes being around so many others was overwhelming. Stepping aside was easier for me. I knew how Atlas felt about me. Whatever he did with her, or with Frost, wouldn't change that.
Before she could respond, Atlas knelt down in front of me. He rubbed my already hard cock with the heel of his hand, only the fabric of my pants between my erection and his skin.
"I'm going to make him hard for you so you can suck his cock," Atlas said. "And you can suck mine too."
"Can I play?" Frost crouched down on the other side of Jay.
"You will play," Storm told him. "Take out Atlas' cock."
Frost was quick to obey, pushing Atlas' track pants down until his erection sprang free.
"Suck him." It was Ramsey who spoke.
Atlas freed my aching cock from my pants before wrapping his fist around Chelsea's hair and pushing her mouth down onto me.
