Chapter 25
Axel
“How are you doing?You okay?” I ask Sam for the twentieth time in the last thirty minutes. Normally, he gets a little annoyed when we ask so many times, but as people start to slowly fill the club up, I think it’s helping more than anything.
“I think so?” he answers back, more like a question. His eyes are flicking around rapidly, taking everything in, always on guard.
“If it’s too much, we can go home,” I tell him, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him close to me. He buries his face into my chest and takes a deep breath, his body relaxing into my touch.
“No. I need to do this. If I can’t even be in a room with other people, how am I going to be able to make love to the people who own my heart?” he mumbles into my chest.
It’s Saint Patty's Day, and most bars, clubs, or pubs would be packed with people, but not this one. Because Queenie doesn’t allow people to get drunk and be stupid. She says they tend to go elsewhere.
When Sam heard that Harlow was still gonna do something special for the holiday, he wanted to come out and support her. It’s nothing big but still fun. He said he was done missing out on things and needed to do this. Even though the idea of him coming here and getting overwhelmed or triggered doesn’t sit well with me, it isn’t my choice. If he wants to do this, then it’s my job as his partner to stand next to him, support him, and make sure no harm comes to him.
I’ve been stuck to him like glue all night. But by the way he’s been finding any way to touch me any chance he gets, I don’t think he minds. And every time his hand brushes against my arm and his fingers lace with mine, my cock twitches.
I know he needs time, and I’ll wait for this man for the rest of my life, but it doesn’t take away the fact that my body craves him. His touch, his kiss, his pleasure.
“Sam, you know we don’t care–” I start but he cuts me off.
“But I do!” he shouts back. His eyes widen, realizing what he just did. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean to yell at you, it’s just... gah,” he sighs, placing his forehead to my neck. “I thought that I’d be okay with this, not touching, not doing anything outside hugs, kisses, and hand holding but...” he looks back at me, his blue eyes swimming with emotion. “I said it in the moment. I said it because I was afraid I wouldn't ever be able to give you both what a relationship entails and told you that upfront so no one was disappointed. But it’s a lie. I want you, both of you, so bad it hurts.”
“Hey,” I say cupping his face, his pain killing me. “If you want us in that way, we’re yours. We can take it slow and explore each other. Because Sam, there's no way Harlow and I will just jump into bed, no matter how many times you say you're ready.”
“I know,” he nods, closing his eyes and leaning into my touch. “But I want to try. I really thought that my past was going to ruin this, and the idea at first made me panic a little. But the more time we spend together, the more I know you both would never hurt me.”
“Never. The moment you say no, we will stop. At any point,” I assure him.
He gives me a smile that has me like fucking putty in his hand. “I want you, Axel. I want your cock in my mouth and mine in that ass that I can’t stop staring at while you work out.”
I growl, my cock growing at his words. My Sam, my sweet little Sam, is a dirty boy, and fuck, he’s going to be the death of me.
“Can I be...” his cheeks pinken.
“Can you be what, Sam?” I ask, leaning forward and brushing my lips against his, loving the whimper he gives me. “You need to use your words. You never have to be embarrassed with me, or Harlow.”
Pulling back, I watch as his throat bobs. “Can I be the top?” As soon as he asks, his cheeks turn crimson, and he bites his lip waiting for my response.
A grin slowly stretches on my lips as I brush my thumb against his. They part as he sucks in a sharp breath. “Are you asking if you can fuck my ass, Sam?”
“Y-yes,” he says. “I think it might help. I’ve never... I’ve never done it before, but I think me being in control like that would help a lot.”
“If you think it will make you feel better about taking that step with us, I’ll gladly let that fat cock of yours fuck me in the ass. I’ve never had anyone there, but I’d be honored if you were my first.”
“Axel,” he whimpers, leaning into me. I can feel just how hard he is against my thigh. My eyes widen slightly. This is the first time he’s ever let me feel how much he wants me. “You have no idea how much I want to go home and try tonight. Not sex, but... other things.”
“Fuck,” I breathe, running a hand through my long locks, my cock straining against my pants.
“I wanna touch you Axel, taste you.”
“Baby boy, you're gonna make me embarrass myself very soon,” I warn, but he gives me an adorable smile that makes my heart swell. “How about we stay for one dance? How would you like it if your woman danced for you?”
His eyes light up. “You think she would?” he asks, then looks out into the club. There’s not a lot of people here, maybe half the amount of a normal night.
“I think she would love to,” I tell him. “Front row is always for my brother and cousins. And it’s for you too, now. No one will be around us, it’s blocked off. No one will touch you but me and her. Would you like that?”
He nods his head. “Yes.”