Their Little Beauty (MxMxM+GF)

Chapter Forty-Eight: Midnight Eyes and Hand Ties

The Briar of over a year ago was far too terrified of the dark to have gone anywhere on his own once night fell. If there had been something he desperately needed to buy, or even if he felt unwell or there was an emergency, he always needed someone with him. Following a shift at a bar, he would walk with the other employees to the parking lot where a taxi would be waiting for him. When escorting, well, obviously he was constantly in the company of the evening's client. And at home, even the nights he had terrible fevers and was in great pain, he waited until Harlow decided to come home or morning came to get medicine. 

But the Briar of now was basking in the moonlight, head tilted back so freshly cleaned and wet hair lay slick against his bare back, eyes closed to fully immerse himself in the joys of Mother Nature. The trickling of running water, croaks of toads and that strangely soothing musical chirping of crickets were the sounds he would remember forever, as they marked a milestone in his personal journey. 

He was no longer scared. Although his exposed back was facing a wide expanse of heavily shadowed trees and he was so unguarded anything- or anyone- could have attacked before he could have screamed, Briar was gently humming into the slightly chilled air, rubbing the bar of soap over his body in calm, languid movements. 

Why? 

Well, how could he be scared? Despite being alone, he was not truly alone. Somewhere off to his left was the distant glow of a lit firepit belonging to a campsite populated by three people who were so much more than just Briar's lovers. They were his hope, home, support and his protectors. And even though they were staying on a piece of land that technically belonged to them for the duration of their stay- essentially, private land- and no other people should  have been around for miles- he could feel someone checking on him every ten minutes or so. 

Like clockwork, on the ten-minute-dot, someone watched over him for a short while.

And it was feeling those deeply focused eyes on his form for the third time that had him blushing with a small smile, the soap gliding down a thigh as he raised a foot to place it on a rock, bending over slightly to guide the bar of subtle fragrance over his calves. Briar's hair fell over one shoulder, baring his entire body to those watchful eyes that burned his skin, trailing the motion of the soap as it followed the curve of his ass cheek, glided across his hip bone and skipped over his stomach muscles. 

To be honest, he couldn't be one hundred percent sure who his audience member was. The gaze was strong, penetrating and commanding of acknowledgment but that didn't necessarily mean it had to be from one of his dominant boyfriends; Jesse was a ferocious lover in their own right, submissive as they were. Sometimes, they could downright savage too. But as he took to cupping the gently flowing water and had it pour down his body to wash away the soap bubbles, the lustful eyes became so intense they had his toes curling, and he began to wonder if his midnight watcher could have been...

"Dev! There you are, I couldn't find you" Jesse's exasperated voice was carried on the wind, confirming Briar's suspicion. And it wouldn't be a lie to say that knowing exactly who had been watching him left his skin tingling. 

"Beauty, we're going start playing games in a bit so hurry up if you want to join! And this isn't a fashion shoot so stop posing, ya tease! Poor man over here's bricked up" the sassy voice called, full of amusement. There was the sound of a slap followed by a sharp yelp, the same voice declaring something along the lines of 'bun-abuse'. 

Bet their butt stings like a bitch right now. Well, I suppose they probably enjoyed it. Kinky little thing.

Laughing to himself, Briar shook his head and exited the cool stream, grabbing the nearby towel and drying off. He didn't even deny to himself that teasing the dominant man gave him a sort of twisted thrill, intoxicated by the darkening of his eyes and aura. There was always an excitable uncertainty of what would follow such a look; would Devon finally snap and attack Briar with all of his savage, unadulterated and carnal desires and ravage him beyond recognition? Or would he become furious at his self-imposed abstinence of sexual contact between the two, painfully aroused beyond comprehension but keep a desperate grip on his restraint, knowing that the person he wanted to fuck into oblivion was not an option yet?