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Please don't forget to view the other entries in this challenge/collection. They are wonderful - all of them, truly! This was my first m/m story and ... I know the smutty stuff isn't everyone's cup of tea. My entry isn't important anyway. I just enjoy participating - but the others deserve so much love and attention! Please click the swap meet collection tag and I hope you all enjoy what you find! To any participants reading this silly, filthy little story - well? I hope you enjoy it. This was out of my usual element, but I love Quembry so much that I had to give it a shot. Thank MrsTrentReznor for the inspiration here. Best Friends Share Everything will forever be a favorite of mine
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“Quit licking it, you idiot. You’re going to get it infected.” The sound of Quil’s tongue lapping at his wound was driving Leah mad, but not nearly as much as the pain made Quil feel.
“I have to get the crap out of it, or it won't heal at all, damn it.”
A long piece of bark became jammed into the wounded thigh, preventing Quil from phasing back without doing more damage to the tissue. He suggested, “You could phase and use your fingers to pull it out for me, you know?”
“It’s your own damn fault! ” She huffed, internally cringing at the thought of doing what he asked. “My mom is the nurse, not me. Besides? What kind of idiot shimmies up a tree after a vampire?”
Quil was lucky he phased back to his wolf as he fell. The distance would have killed him in his human form. “Whatever. If I hadn’t, the Leech would be halfway to Canada instead of stinking up the woods with all this smoke. Then where would we be?”
Leah pressed, “Sam’s probably going to kill you anyway. You probably just started a fucking war. We will deal with the entire clan when they come looking for him. What if they bring more Leeches, huh?”
Quil growled. “He broke the treaty when… ”
“We all know what he did,” Embry interrupted in a soothing tone.
Leah huffed again as she stood, watching Embry calmly walk over to help Quil clean his wound. She cringed as his long tongue swiped at the gouge in Quil’s thigh before affectionately nuzzling his face into Quil’s neck.
Turning away from the fire, Paul’s large silver wolf stomped toward them. “Can’t you guys swap spit at home?”
Quil playfully nipped at Embry’s ear before turning his wide, wolfish grin on Paul. “Jealous much?”
Paul laughed. “Sorry, Bro. You’re not my type.”
“Your loss,” Embry teased and nudged at Quil, guiding him to stand. Quil tried to put weight on the injured leg and growled from the pain. Trying to keep his lover calm, Embry soothed, “It’ll be okay, Babe. It has to come out, though. It’s too deep. ”
Nervously pacing near the fire, Leah asked, “So what in hell do you plan to tell Sam? You know he’ll be heading this way as soon as he phases in for patrol.”
“The truth,” Quil said. “It’s not like he can’t pick the memory out of my head, anyway. ”
“I have to give you some credit. ” The genuine pride in Paul’s voice surprised Quil as he said, “ You ripped your leg open on that tree branch and didn’t so much as yipe before pouncing on that fucker and ripping his head off. ”
Quil said, “He needed to go. Bella is family. I wasn’t about to let that bastard anywhere near her ever again.”
Leah cringed as worrisome visions of an angry Bella flooded the pack's mind. “What do you think Bella will say? She might hate us for it. You know Bella still cares about them.” More to herself than the others, Leah muttered, “I don’t know how, though. Stinking stupid, sparkly corpses.”
Quil and Embry had caught the vampire’s scent while on patrol and immediately asked for backup. Leah and Paul raced toward them as they chased the bloodsucker from the window behind Jacob’s house. It just so happened that Jake and Bella were in Florida visiting her mother. It was apparent the vampire had come for Bella, and Quil didn’t care what his intentions might be. He had no right to be on their lands. In truth, the Leech had broken the treaty twice.
Reading the pack’s mind, riddled with thoughts of Bella’s whereabouts, the vampire rushed up a tree and out of reach. Triumphantly, he yelled, “You can’t keep her hidden from me! I know where she is now.”
While he might have been the fastest Cullen, he wasn’t the best climber, and his blood-reddened eyes proved he was up to no good. The threat made Quil furious, fueling his determination to destroy. The treaty was now void, and red eyes and mere presence were all the proof they needed.
Others surrounded them, watching in horror as Quil phased human, lunged for the tree, and scrambled up after him like a spider monkey. Quil caught the redhead’s ankle as he tried to leap away and ripped him backward before they both fell to the ground.
Years of tree-climbing and cliff-diving as a child had taught him well, and fear of tumbling to his death hadn’t occurred to Quil until he crashed into a jagged limb. Now, Embry was carefully using his teeth and long tongue to help yank the piece of bark from Quil’s leg, blood be damned.
Paul snorted. “She can hate me all she wants. I don’t particularly like her either. Tell her I did it if you have to.”
Quil growled, and Paul scoffed, disregarding the threat.
As the long piece of bark finally ripped away from his thigh, Quil and his wolf felt instant relief, which flooded the other pack members as the wound finally began knitting back together. Embry spat the bloody shard on the ground and licked the blood from his lips, entirely unbothered as Paul and Leah cringed.
Embry laughed. “Seriously, you call yourselves wolves? You can gnaw on vamps, but the thought of blood makes you squeamish ?”
Paul asked, “Have you ever heard the phrase, ‘Just because you can, it doesn’t mean you should? ”
Quil quipped, “Learned that lesson by licking your own ass, did ya? ”
All four wolves cringed in unison as Sam’s voice boomed through the pack's mind. “ That scent better not be who I think it is! ” The sound of his paws slamming into the ground as he ran reached them through the pack’s mind long before he reached them physically.
Tuning into the other’s thoughts, he growled, “Or was! Somebody better explain! ”
Quil blasted his memories at Sam like bullets, furious that no one seemed as angry as him. Well, except for Sam. The Alpha growled and shook as he watched the scene play out, nearly snapping his teeth alongside Quil’s as he lunged for the vampire in his memory.
Afterward, Sam roared in aggravation as he thought of the six other Cullens that might come looking. Quil cringed at the coming reprimand but kept his mind fixed on his red-eyed proof and Bella’s safety.
“I’m pissed at the situation, not you,” Sam clarified. “If the others come looking for him, we’ll handle the backlash… whatever that may be.”
Paul snorted and asked, “Yeah, but who gets to tell Bella? ”
The voice of reason, per usual, Embry chastised, “Don’t act so happy about causing her pain, Paul. She’s been through enough.”
Sam grumbled, “Quil, you need to go home and get some rest. Prop up that leg. Paul, since you seem to have so much energy, you can help Embry get him home. We’re about a mile outside the old logging camp outside of Forks. I’ll help Embry get Quil to the road while you run for your truck. ”
“Seriously?”
To those who didn’t know him, it sounded like a complaint. Quil knew well that Paul was just excited to drive somewhere for a change.
“Yeah, seriously. Go. And don’t take your sweet ass time doing it,” Sam growled.
Paul huffed as he turned tail and darted toward La Push.
As she kicked dirt over the smoldering vampire ashes, Leah asked, "Hey, Sam? Do you want me to grab Seth and take over patrol instead?”
“Uh, yeah,” Sam muttered, surprised that she volunteered. “That would be great. Embry should stay with Quil and keep him off that leg until it’s healed.”
Leah ran away without another word, leaving Sam, Embry, and Quil to phase and begin their two-mile-long trek to the old logging road.
When coming across a small freshwater spring, Sam bade them stop and flush Quil’s wound with the crisp, clear water. Quil did his best to hold back a yell as the cold water pushed out tiny bits of dirt and debris. After at least twenty of Sam’s large handfuls of water, the gash flushed clean, and the freezing temperature had effectively numbed the wound.
The relief was short-lived as they continued their walk with one of Quil’s arms over each man’s shoulder.
The three emerged from the woods near the pot-hole-riddled gravel road, far from the sight of the main highway. Embry helped Quil sit on a fallen tree branch to rest. Quil hissed at the sharp pull in his thigh as he bent his knee, feeling a fresh trickle of blood drip from the gash. Embry untied the clothing bundled around his ankle and pulled his shorts on before kneeling at Quil’s side, wadding up his t-shirt, and pressing it against the wound.
“What the hell is taking so long? Paul should already be here,” Sam grumbled as he looked around. “I’m going to shift back and check on Leah and Seth. We’ll never know if the little Pixie on with the visions will show up looking for her brother.”
“Thanks for the help, Sam,” Embry said, keeping his eyes on Quil’s injury.
Sam paused and cocked his head to the side, listening. “I think Paul’s about a mile away.”
Sure enough, Quil detected the familiar sound of Paul’s truck as it sped closer. He gave Sam a knowing smirk as his semi-amused Alpha shook his head. Sam lunged toward the forest, phasing mid-air before disappearing behind the trees.
Embry sniffed the air and huffed. “Leaking oil again. Paul’s gonna run the motor right out of that thing.” Quil groaned, anticipating he and Jake would get stuck fixing it. Again.
Embry helped Quil stand as Paul’s truck came into view. It slid to a stop beside them, showering them in a cloud of gravel dust. Quil coughed, glaring daggers at a cackling Paul.
“Sorry, Bro,” Paul said through his laughter.
“Sure, sure,” Embry said as he helped Quil walk to the passenger side.
As soon as Quil had settled in the passenger seat, Embry shut the door and hopped into the back of the truck. Paul whipped his truck around, sending more gravel flying as he sped toward the highway.
Embry lived in a small cabin a quarter mile into the woods behind Sam’s - a gift to his younger brother to share what once was their grandfather’s land. The two became very close after learning they shared a father, and Sam was determined to accommodate Embry into his life however possible. That included supporting Embry’s relationship with Quil by any means necessary. Sam would throw hands for his little brother if he had to. That devotion included Quil by extension.
Paul finally slowed down as he turned onto Sam’s winding drive, then carefully turned onto the dirt road to Embry’s cabin.
Embry hopped out of the back before the truck parked and ran to unlock the front door. He was back within seconds and opened the passenger door. Paul turned off the ignition and jogged around the truck to help Embry walk Quil inside.
“You need to shower, Quil,” Embry said, sending Paul a dirty look. “You’re covered in gravel dust now.”
“And vamp stench,” Paul complained.
“Come on,” Embry said, nodding toward the hallway between his kitchen and living room.
Sounding far calmer and more collected than either was used to, Paul said, “Go get the water started, and I’ll help Quil walk back there.”
As Embry darted for the bathroom, Quil snorted and teased, “Yeah, you just want to look at my junk, Paul.”
“I see your junk daily, Quil,” Paul muttered as he slapped Quil on the lower back just above the swell of Quil’s ass. Surprised, Quil’s eyes went wide as he laughed.
Paul snorted and asked, “Where in hell are your shorts, anyway?”
“Lost ‘em somewhere when I fell.”
As if on cue, Quil’s thigh muscle spasmed. He sucked in a sharp breath as he stumbled. Paul’s arm slid around his waist, keeping him upright as he chuckled. Quil couldn’t help but laugh with him as he visualized his shorts hanging from some random tree branch thirty feet in the air.
“Alright, pal. Be careful,” Paul teased him as Quil regained his balance and limped toward the bathroom.
Embry stood in the shower with the curtain wide open, hurriedly rinsing soap from his naked form. Paul frowned, diverting his eyes as Quil limped forward.
“It was faster this way,” Embry said as he turned to face them and wiped the water from his face. He moved out of the spray and held out his hand. Quil took it and hesitated to step over the ledge.
Paul stepped behind Quil, keeping one arm wrapped around his waist. “Lean back on me with the bad leg and step over with your good leg so you don’t fall.”
Quil met Embry’s gaze as he did what Paul said, trying his damndest not to laugh in embarrassment. Noting Paul’s focus on Quil’s feet, Embry smirked at Quil and winked.
“Hey, Paul? Do you want to help me keep this fool upright so I can wash him off?”
Paul’s head shot up to look at Embry over Quil’s shoulder, and Quil assumed Paul was questioning whether Embry was serious. The warm water was already streaming down Quil’s back and Paul’s arm as they both tried to hold still.
“Might as well,” Paul said. “I’m already here. Pretty sure this can’t get much weirder.”
Embry chuckled as he leaned forward to grab the extendable shower head from its holder. “Sure it can.”
When Embry turned the showerhead on Quil, he stumbled somewhat. As Paul leaned in to stop Quil from stepping backward, Embry accidentally sprayed Paul in the face.
“Pffft. Embry!” Paul spat out water. With his hands preoccupied with holding Quil up, he shook his head to fling the water out of his eyes. Water rolled down his chest, drenching the front of his shorts, and Paul sighed.
“Sorry, Man.” Embry laughed.
Paul complained, “Quil… Dude, how does someone so big that can climb so well have such a terrible center of gravity?”
Quil snickered as Embry poured shampoo onto his thick curls and tilted his head down. He wasn’t about to admit that with Paul holding him upright, he could have done the washing part himself. Embry was always nurturing, however, and Quil was happy to let him do as he pleased.
“I get it from the Swan side. Duh.”
Paul scoffed. “Yeah, I keep forgetting you’re a quarter Swan.”
“No cracks at Bella,” Quil warned before Paul could start in.
Paul sighed and grumbled, “Listen, the only crack I see right now is yours. Embry, can you hurry?”
“But, it’s a nice crack,” Embry said and cackled as he rinsed the shampoo from Quil’s hair.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”
Embry lathered body wash onto a loofa and quickly scrubbed the dirt and gravel dust from Quil’s arms and chest. He knelt to wash carefully around the wound in Quil’s thigh, trying to keep the soap from entering the quickly healing gash. He glanced up at Quil, giving him an affectionate grin as he carefully rinsed the soap from Quil’s hip and thigh.
What little soap slid over the wound only stung briefly, but it was enough to make Quil hiss.
“Sorry, Babe,” Embry said as he stood, motioning for Quil to turn around.
An accidental slip of the shower head sent more water down the front of Paul’s body, soaking his shorts entirely.
“Okay, fuck this,” Paul grumbled and yanked at the drawstring of his shorts. They fell to his ankles. Paul kicked them away as Embry hid his laughter against Quil’s back, and Quil cackled.
“Yeah, yeah,” Paul teased them. “Don’t be looking at my junk, okay?”
Quil couldn’t help but notice that Paul carefully avoided looking directly at either of them, again keeping his eyes on the floor. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were embarrassed, Paul.”
“Please. Nothing embarrasses me,” Paul challenged cockily, meeting Quil’s gaze. “I already told you that you’re not my type.”
As Embry’s soap-covered hand slid between his ass cheeks, Quil's eyes squeezed shut as he tried to stifle a moan. His dick throbbed as blood rushed to his groin, and he growled at his lover in warning.
“Geez, guys. Save that shit for when I leave,” Paul said, but it surprised Quil as Paul laughed.
“Aw, come on,” Embry teased. “I thought you said nothing embarrasses you.”
Quil turned to look back at Embry suspiciously. What the hell is he trying to do? Is he trying to piss Paul off? With my ass stuck in the middle? No way. He joked, “If you’re gonna flirt with Paul, at least let me get out of the way.”
Embry and Paul scoffed simultaneously and laughed. Embry’s hand slid between Quil’s legs and gently squeezed his scrotum. The warm, familiar sensation coaxed another low growl from Quil as his dick swelled in response.
“Meh. Paul couldn’t handle us, Quil. He’d run screaming.”
Paul rolled his eyes, but his hands on Quil’s waist tensed. “Listen,” Paul huffed, “you two could fuck two feet away, and I wouldn’t give a shit."
Despite what he said, Quil couldn’t help but grin as he glanced down in time to see Paul’s junk twitch, the head of his uncircumcised cock swelling somewhat.
Quil narrowed his eyes as he sought Paul’s gaze, wondering how he hadn’t noticed it before. Paul’s jokes about their relationship and the constant quips about not being into Dudes made so much sense. The man was clearly in denial about something. He kept insisting that Quil wasn’t his type. Quil couldn’t help but wonder if that meant Paul’s type was actually Embry. He chuckled at the thought, not jealous in the least. Embry was far too devoted for those worries.
Paul’s dark brown eyes hardened as he glared back as if warning Quil to remain silent. Quil raised one eyebrow, and the corner of his mouth followed, lifting into an incredulous smirk.
“I don’t think he could handle us, Em.” Quil agreed, grinning as Paul’s brow furrowed in aggravation. Despite knowing Paul would likely grab his soaked shorts and stomp out of the house, Quil pressed, “I doubt Paul knows what a blowjob feels like from someone that knows how to work a dick like another guy can.”
As Paul’s lips pursed into a hard straight line, Embry reached to turn off the shower and said, “Or a nice, hot, tight asshole.”
Quil sputtered as he tried not to laugh, only to cut it short with a yipe as Embry slapped his ass cheek.
Instead of storming away, Paul’s grip on Quil tightened. "Don't think I've never gone to pound town in a brown eye, or discount the awesomeness of a pretty little pussy, guys. Did either of you ever fuck a chick before each other?"
"Of course," Quil said, laughing. "Plenty. But sex with your imprint is…"
"The holy grail. I know, I know," Paul interrupted as he and Embry helped Quil step over the ledge and onto the tile floor.
Noting the water everywhere, Paul harrumphed. "Way to make a mess, Embry."
"Couldn't really help it."
Embry tossed a towel at Paul to dry himself off as Embry helped Quil do the same without falling. The wound on Quil’s thigh was healing faster now, though specks of blood dotted the towel Embry used.
"Okay," Paul said, "where to, Quil?"
Before Quil could answer, Embry asked, "Will you help him to the bed? I'll be in there after I clean up this mess." He kneeled to dry the floor with the same soiled towel.
Quil asked, "What if I don't want to go to bed?"
Embry turned to grin up at Quil, his eyes shining with mischief. "I'll make it worth your while."
Quil wagged his eyebrows suggestively as Paul grumbled, "Y'all are nauseating."
Embry said, "You say that now, but you'll imprint someday."
Securing the towel he used around his waist, Paul interrupted, “I know, I know. Then everything is supposedly all hunky-dory. Whatever.”
As he hobbled out of the bathroom and into the dimly lit hallway, Quil said, “Well… it’s certainly hunky for us.”
“Ha. Ha. Brilliant,” Paul sarcastically grumbled as he slid his arm back around Quil’s waist. They began their careful walk toward Quil and Embry’s bedroom. Paul frowned as he watched the floor, becoming lost in thought.
As they stepped through the bedroom doorway, he asked, “So… I’m not sure if anyone but Sam has ever bothered to ask you guys, but when did you figure out you were both Bi, anyway? Did you always know?”
“No,” Quil admitted, shaking his head as Paul helped him carefully sit at the foot of the bed. “I mean, I did. I fell for Embry years before I said anything, but it wasn’t like I was into every guy I crossed paths with. It was mostly just Embry.”
“Yeah, I remember you chasing chicks all the time. So, what about Embry?”
Paul plopped down in an old armchair, sitting angular toward the bed, a hand-me-down piece of furniture Embry hadn’t known what else to do with. Quil chuckled as he recalled the day they wrangled it through the bedroom doorway, leaving scuff marks on the door frame. Embry sighed dramatically before complaining that he ‘should have just left it in the living room,’ but it clashed with the new couch he bought with his tax return.
Entering the room, Embry asked, “What about me?” He walked straight toward the closet and pulled on a pair of sweatpants.
Paul asked, “When did you realize you were into dudes? Was it only after the imprint, or?”
Embry sat on the bed next to Quil and laughed. “Are you asking for a reason, Paul?”
Paul leaned back in the chair and smirked. “Just curious.”
“I think I always knew, but I was in denial for a long time.” Embry nudged Quil with his elbow and teased, “None of us knew we could imprint on someone we can’t actually… reproduce with, biologically. Sam and Jared’s imprints made more sense when the Elders swore it was reproduction security. It threw everything we knew about imprinting right out the fucking window when I imprinted on Quil. Everyone thought it was some insane universal mistake.”
“Yeah, it did.” Quil nodded. “It didn’t help that you kept avoiding me afterward. After I phased, I imprinted in return. It made telling my Grandpa pretty funny. ‘Hey, old man. I imprinted on a guy. Sorry about the whole no Quil VI thing.”
Paul barked out a loud laugh. “Yeah, I bet that went over well.”
“About as well as you can imagine for a man in his eighties.” Quil grinned. “I think Mom was relieved, though. I’m not mature enough for marriage and kids.”
“You know that’s damn right,” Embry teased, patting Quil on the back before sliding his warm hand down to cradle Quil’s hip. “Plus, it would be hard to do half of what we do if he had to worry about kids. I never want to explain sex to a kid.”
“No kidding,” Quil agreed. No pun intended. “Speaking of which, why am I being forced to sit in here and not the living room again?”
Embry grinned at Quil wickedly, entirely ignoring Paul’s presence as he cupped Quil’s face and kissed him. Quil instinctively closed his eyes as he responded, sucking in a deep breath before opening his mouth and deepening the kiss. Embry’s hand slid into Quil’s quickly drying mass of curls as he leaned into him.
Quil nearly forgot Paul was there as he sunk into the familiar heat of Embry’s lips and the sensation of his lover’s tongue sliding over his own. He chuckled as they pulled apart, surprised to find Paul was still sitting there, watching curiously.
Before Quil could speak, Embry tugged at his hair, pulling him back in for another kiss as he moved to straddle Quil’s still-naked lap. Quil hissed at the pressure on his thigh, and Embry adjusted his weight to the opposite side. His hands slid up Embry’s back, pressing his hard fingertips into the firm muscles before lightly dragging his nails along the taut flesh. Another tug at his hair made Quil moan as his growing erection rubbed against the soft cotton covering the inside of Embry’s thigh. Quil swept his hands back down to cup Embry’s ass and squeezed it as he tugged him closer.
A soft chuckle made them pull apart, both panting and slightly dazed as they remembered Pau’s presence.
Shit, he’s still here? Quil couldn’t help but wonder if Paul was trying to prove a point by observing without complaint. Was he determined to prove himself unbothered by their blatant displays of affection?
Quil leaned around Embry to meet Paul’s stare, one eyebrow lifting in question as he asked, “Really? Not even a peep from you? No complaints or remarks at all?”
Paul grinned and asked, “What are you expecting? Am I supposed to shout, ‘Go, team, go?’ I’m not exactly a cheerleader.”
“Just surprised you haven’t run out of here yet, is all,” Quil muttered. He leaned back to take in Embry’s relaxed position over his lap, the rapid rise and fall of his bare sun-kissed chest and dark lust-filled eyes. It nearly took his breath away.
Sounding almost nonchalant, Paul said, “Eh. Maybe I’m curious.”
Ha. He said that already.
Embry smirked at Quil as he asked, “Maybe ?”
Quil chuckled. “What, are you looking for a show? There’s porn, you know?”
“Maybe I want to see what all the fuss is about in person,” Paul said, adjusting his sitting position. “Porn isn’t the real thing. Real people don’t fuck for hours and walk away looking clean, with perfect hair. Sex is messy and wet, and sometimes people make odd noises. Sometimes they’re so covered in spit that they get sticky. Sometimes chicks make these funny Queef sounds when…”
“OKAY,” Quil interrupted, cackling.
Turning to look at Paul over his shoulder, Embry asked, “So…You want to watch us have sex?”
“Yeah, maybe,” Paul said and laughed. “Like I said, I’m curious. Just pretend I’m not even here.”
Incredulous, Embry turned back toward Quil, seeming slightly nervous. Quil let go of Embry’s ass and flopped back on the bed as he tried to stop laughing. Embry had been more than willing to goad Paul on when he believed the other man would run away, but Paul had turned the tables.
Quil rubbed his hands over Embry’s chest and mouthed, “That’s kinda hot.”
Embry snorted and whispered, “Are you sure you want an audience?”
Hearing him perfectly, Paul challenged, “What’s wrong, Embry? All talk and no game, huh? That’s too bad. You’re going to leave poor, injured Quil blue-balled, too. Raw deal, buddy.”
Quil cackled as a look of fierce determination came over Embry, one Quil had seen a thousand times before. Embry never backed down from a dare, and Paul might as well have called him a coward.
Lowering his voice to sound husky, needy, Embry said, “Maybe I didn’t intend on fucking Quil, Pal. Maybe I planned on sucking his dick.” Paul snorted.
Cockily, Quil teased, “Maybe you should quit talking and get to it. You’ve already given me a semi twice in the last half hour. Shit is beginning to hurt over here.”
Embry growled, feigning anger, but the vibration instantly covered Quil’s skin in goosebump-riddled anticipation.
This situation is about to get real, and fast. Paul better hold on to his hat. Not that he wore one - or anything but a towel, for that matter.
It surprised Quil to realize that he somewhat liked the idea of Paul’s presence. He was as naked and vulnerable as Quil was at the moment. Not that their nudity was uncommon, but Paul allowing anyone to see him being vulnerable certainly was. That he admitted he wanted to watch them was surprising for a man as guarded as Paul. It made his presence feel less threatening - another rarity.
Quil’s hands slid back to Embry’s hips as he lifted his own to rub his erection against his lover's thigh. His wounded leg still stung, but not nearly as much. The surrounding flesh itched somewhat as it slowly knitted back together.
Their eyes locked as Quil sat straight up to kiss him. Embry’s hands simultaneously slid over Quil’s chest, up his neck, and into his hair. Their lips slowly came together, beginning a sensual dance as heads tilted, grips tightened, and their bare chests pressed together. One of Quil’s nipples brushed across Embry’s and immediately hardened, making him shiver.
Quil loved the feeling of Embry’s smooth, tan skin. He loved the intense heat that built between them when they joined together and the way Embry’s hands on his bare flesh was like a balm to his soul. Each touch began gently and gradually gained in intensity. Hands roamed, squeezed, and pinched as Quil’s shaggy curls became tugged to the point of pain.
They heard it as Paul’s heartbeat quickened, making Embry pull back and smile at Quil coyly. Quil chuckled and shook his head as he noted the swell of confidence in Embry. Who could have guessed that his usually shy, soft-spoken partner had a little exhibitionist in him?
Panting needily, Quil raised his hips, grinding his rock-hard erection against Embry. Embry closed his eyes and moaned at the sensation. “Mmm, fuck, Quil.”
Thinking about Embry’s warm mouth wrapped around him, Quil growled, “You’re gonna lose those pants and get fucked if you don’t…”
Embry’s lips crashed back to Quil’s, effectively cutting off the threat.
Paul’s quiet snicker made Embry roll his eyes playfully and slowly move backward over Quil. He carefully sank to the floor at Quil’s feet as Quil spread his legs to accommodate him. Paul’s eyes widened as he watched Quil’s hand wrap around his cock and stroke it, tilting his head back as he moaned.
In Quil’s peripheral, he caught Paul instinctively licking his lips in unison with Embry, and another moan escaped him. Okay, so maybe Paul was lying entirely. At the moment, it definitely appeared as though they were very much his type, the evidence beginning to tent the towel across his lap.
Quil fixed his sights on Embry as warm hands slid up his thighs toward his sex. He grinned as he let go of his cock and raised his arms to fold them behind his head.
Embry wrapped one hand around Quil’s shaft, then cupped his balls with the other and stroked them both. Embry leaned in to run the tip of his tongue up the underside of Quil's cock. He stopped to tickle the lip of his cockhead with his tongue, making Quil hiss and then chuckle. Quil’s ticklishness was something the couple joked about privately. Embry frequently teased Quil this way, but Paul’s eyes on them seemed to heighten every sensation Quil felt. It was something that Quil would need to ponder when he wasn’t about to bust a nut in his boyfriend’s face any second. He needed Embry’s mouth around him now.
“Babe,” Quil pleaded as Embry wrapped his mouth around him and chuckled wickedly. The vibration of Embry’s laugh against his dick sent a rush of heat through Quil’s limbs as he fought the desire to grab Embry’s hair and shove his cock deep into his throat. He gripped his own hair instead, trying to keep his hands to himself as Embry glided his mouth over him.
Quil saw Paul adjust his position to accommodate his growing erection, though the other man remained entirely silent for maybe the first time in his entire life. Paul’s brow furrowed as their eyes met, but Quil couldn’t read the other man’s expression when distracted so thoroughly by the hot, wet mouth and hands on his sex. Embry’s lips tightened around Quil as he took him deeper into his mouth, and his cheeks sunk inward as he sucked hard and moaned around him.
Quil moaned in response as he looked down to watch Embry’s head bobbing between his legs, his hips arching upward as Embry’s lips brushed the tender flesh at the base of his cock. Without warning, Embry took Quil as far into his throat as he could, swallowing around him as his tongue pressed flat against the underside of Quil’s shaft. Embry dragged his teeth along Quil’s tender flesh as he pulled back to swirl his tongue around the head before sucking on it hard. Quil jerked underneath him, his breath escaping in a hiss between his own clenched teeth.
Quil reminded himself to relax his jaw and said, “Fuck, Em. That’s so good.”
Embry wrapped his hand around Quil’s spit-lathered shaft to stroke him in unison with his mouth as he began an alternating rhythm Quil knew well. It wasn’t long before Quil could no longer keep his hands to himself, and he reached down to cup the back of Embry’s head.
“Ahhh. Embry. Yesss.” Quil began trembling as his balls tightened, and he neared his release. He glanced over at Paul, accidentally making eye contact with him again.
Paul seemed enthralled, his erection prominent under the useless towel across his lap as he swallowed hard and looked back at Embry’s bobbing head. Despite the foreignness of it, Paul’s shocked yet hungry expression pushed Quil over the edge.
Quil tugged at Embry’s hair, a long-developed signal he was about to cum. Embry’s mouth clamped tightly around the head of Quil’s dick, swallowing every single drop of Quil’s release as he practically milked him with his hand.
Embry grinned as he met Quil’s gaze, looking as nervous as the first time they had done anything sexual together. Quil couldn’t help but smile back at him affectionately and gently stroked Embry’s scalp where he’d tugged his hair.
Paul remained silent and somewhat slack-jawed as he released a slow and deep breath. The mischievous gleam returned to Embry’s face as he sat upright, kneeling between Quil’s legs. Without looking back at Paul, he asked, “So, how did you like the show?”
Paul chuckled as he took another deep breath. “Jesus, Dude. That was hotter than I expected. You could give lessons to a few chicks I know.”
“Probably more than a few,” Quil teased as he sat upright and playfully patted Embry’s cheek.
Embry laughed as he stood and walked toward the closet to grab clothes for Quil and a shirt for himself.
Paul asked, “Have you guys ever talked about bringing a chick into the mix?”
Turning around to throw clothing at Quil, Embry hesitated. “Uh… we’ve talked about the possibility, but we can’t seem to agree on who it could be.”
Quil merely shrugged. It was true, after all. They had discussed it a time or two. In all honesty, Quil was just fine with their monogamy. Embry was everything he wanted. He always had been.
As Embry slid into a t-shirt, Paul gripped the towel around his hips as he stood, chuckling. “Welp. That’s my cue. Sam’s probably wondering where the fuck I’m at.”
Quil harrumphed. “Are you supposed to be patrolling?”
Paul beamed at him and said, “Maybe.” Before either could tease him about skipping out, Paul said, “Hey. Sam’s the one that told me to come here and help.”
Quil laughed as he began dressing, relieved that most of the pain in his thigh had dissipated. While they had been busy, the flesh had closed and now looked like a bright purple scar. He knew it would be gone by morning, but Embry would probably kiss it a dozen times before it finally disappeared. That’s just how he was.
Without another word, Paul strode toward the bathroom to retrieve his soaked shorts. Quil heard the flap of their hamper slam shut and assumed Paul shoved the towel into it. He moved back on the bed and shoved a pillow under his thigh as Embry grinned.
“See you guys later,” Paul hollered as he headed for the door.
Embry yelled, “Keep your thoughts to yourself, Lahote!”
“Not a problem,” Paul muttered as the door swung shut, though they heard him clearly. Embry laughed as he climbed onto the bed and snuggled up against Quil.
“It has been a weird fucking day,” Quil whispered as he leaned to kiss Embry’s temple.
“A good day for swapping spit, I guess,” Embry teased, referencing Paul’s earlier insult. Quil cackled as he wrapped his arms around his lover, content to stay right where he was for as long as life allowed.
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