CHAPTER ONE
KOVAK
Intercourse,
Pennsylvania.
Martan Kovak woke up with a start. His inner alarm hadn’t
gone off at the wrong time. He knew where he was. One of the bodies beside Kovak shifted and moaned in a way
usually reserved for intimate moments.
Ugh.
Kovak looked at the LCD calendar on the opposite wall— an
odd day of the month; Snyder’s turn to spent time alone with Hugo.
Kovak groaned and started to remove the covers to vacate the
bed, so the other two could be by themselves. On his feet, he stretched, trying
not to pay too much attention to the rustle and soft noises behind him, also to
the increasing nonsense growing in his chest.
Sharing the man he loved was atonement for Kovak’s past
sins. Hugo had accepted him back in his life when the relationship with Snyder
was in its incipient stages, and, instead of giving the other man the boot,
Hugo had decided to give them both a chance to make him fall in love. One
thousand and ninety-five days later, all three were sharing a house and
sleeping in the same bed but not exactly having three-ways every night.
Snyder chuckled as Kovak bent to pick up his underwear from
the floor.
Kovak hadn’t bothered to put them on again after he and Hugo
had sex before Snyder came home from an assignment last night.
“I’d say those glutes are getting bigger and rockier with
each passing day, partner,” Snyder commented “I can see you’re following the routine
I found for you.” Snyder’s voice was husky in its morning rustiness. It
tickled something inside Kovak.
Pulling the black briefs up and casually turning to face the
other two men, Kovak arched an eyebrow and smirked. “That routine wasn’t for my
ass, you yahoo. But thanks, Hugo’s having a lot of fun with this rockier and bigger version of my glutes.”
Snyder saluted Kovak with his right hand then elbowed Hugo.
“You’re welcome.”
Hugo rolled his eyes, elbowing Snyder back. Both were still
spread over the bed, their bodies only half-covered by bedsheets now. “If you
like his ass, just tell him you like his ass. There’s no reason for being beating
around the bush amongst us.” Hugo’s eyes moved from Snyder (who was grinning
like a moron) to settle on Kovak. “Martan, you don’t have to go.”
Hugo only called Kovak “Martan” when he truly wanted him to
do something. It was an unspoken code between them.
The few times they had tried to be all three together had
been like Snyder and Kovak were brothers sharing a conquest— avoiding touching
each other and barely making eye contact. If Hugo wanted Kovak to stay, he
would, just not as a participant but on the couch, watching the show and
appropriately masturbating.
Like a damn voyeur.
Kovak nodded in agreement, removing his underwear. He
noticed the quick but clearly deflated look both men had when he started moving
toward the couch under the flashing LCD calendar. It was the first day of May,
and they were officially off duty for seven days. He didn’t have to hurry to be
anywhere else.
Hugo pushed himself upward and rested his back on the
upholstered headboard. The bed had come with the house, and Snyder had brought
that headboard from some undisclosed location. By its materials, it'd definitely
been a tropical place.
“We didn’t kick you off the bed, Kovak,” Hugo sighed.
“I know,” Kovak agreed, lazily stroking his cock. “But
things had been organized in a certain way for a reason.”
“Reasons and procedures can change,” added Snyder.
“True. Not today, though.” Kovak winked but didn't smile. Kovak could not say he didn’t like Snyder. The man was top
of his trade, had a rocking body, and a winning personality. Nevertheless, they
were opposite ends of the same spectrum. If they had met in normal
circumstances (without Hugo being the main reason for their paths to have crossed),
they’d have probably been good comrades in arms, perhaps even friends, but never
lovers.
Snyder groaned. He looked from Kovak to Hugo and shook his
head, yanking the sheets from Hugo’s lap. Hugo was hard and ready in all his
morning-wood glory.
Kovak’s own cock gained more consistency as Snyder caressed
the nice piece close to him. Hugo’s swarthy skin always reminded Kovak of the
cinnamon trees he’d seen in Zanzibar— dark and strong, fragrant and beautiful.
With the three of them, it was all about contrast: in
personalities, in skin colors, in points of view about many things. Snyder and
Kovak were both blond and with fair skin, even if Snyder had a hint of
strawberry in both hair and complexion while Kovak leaned toward peaches and
apricots.
Kovak snorted quietly. Peaches and apricots were among the
so-called stone fruits, and he could relate to that easily. Now a different
correlation to peaches emerged as Snyder moved to all fours, his ass high and
his face low, dragging his nose along Hugo’s shaft avidly inhaling a fragrance
Kovak knew too well.
Hugo combed Snyder long hair to one side.
Something in the back of Kovak’s mind told him their lover
had done that to give him a better view of Snyder’s actions. He swallowed hard,
seeing Snyder’s lips wrap around Hugo’s cockhead. The way Snyder used his plump
lips to lower the foreskin always gave Kovak goose bumps. For a moment he
considered how that mouth would feel around his own member.
Hugo’s and Kovak’s eyes locked, and Hugo closed his eyes
slowly with an imperceptible nod as if agreeing with him. Being caught by Hugo
imagining Snyder’s mouth in his cock should have doused his arousal, and yet it
had the exact opposite effect: his nipples hardened and a slight tremor
spiraled over his body.
Snyder worked with serious concentration; his big fist
pumped the shaft as his head bobbed engulfing and releasing inches and inches
with gusto.
With one hand, Hugo traced the perfect concave arch of
Snyder’s back on his way to rocky cheeks— unhurriedly, just a wide expanse to
glide and enjoy.
A finger disappeared inside Snyder’s hole. The mercenary
moaned, his mouth still full of sweet Hugo, and Kovak groaned in response
because the sound had touched him in a place that wasn’t supposed to be touched
by that sound or the image accompanying it.
Kovak knew it wasn’t a projection of his own reactions,
knowing that Hugo also did these things to him. No, it was about Snyder; about how
the mercenary gyrated his hips— eager for a deeper penetration; about the way
his long pale lashes caught the emerging light of the morning as he closed his
eyes to receive more of Hugo’s cock in his mouth.
Three fingers were now readying Snyder. Kovak didn’t know
what had changed, but this morning he had come to a new appreciating of
Snyder’s form, of his reactions to Hugo’s touch. Kovak did not want to be just
a silent spectator anymore; he wanted to be part of that, but his own conflict—
his own sense of incomplete atonement kept him rooted to the spot.
Snyder straddled Hugo, his back to Kovak, his long hair falling
like an unruly sunny river down his wide shoulders. Hugo spread those hard
cheeks, exposing their sweet treasure. Snyder found his mark with one hand and guided
Hugo inside him.
Kovak held his breath. Snyder slowly lowered himself, taking
it all with determination and abandon, the angle of his spine growing inward
with every devoured inch. Snyder and Kovak exhaled together when Snyder was
fully seated and in control of Hugo’s cock.
Kovak’s entire body tingled. The image before him and his memories
entwined and swirled, bringing the flames engulfing his body to new heights.
Snyder started to ride Hugo. First a soft roll, quietly
increasing from trot to canter to gallop until it was full command and utter
possession. Kovak worked his cock in tandem with Snyder’s motions, getting
closer with each heartbeat, with each moan and grunt escaping the other two.
Kovak’s hand became a blur, so in tune with Snyder, hoping
it was Snyder. Abruptly, Snyder stopped. Kovak saw the rivulets of sweat
sliding down the strong back and arms, damping strawberry hair. Both heaved,
perhaps lost in the sudden quiet.
Snyder rested his brow over Hugo’s. He nodded as if coming
to a realization. He straightened his upper body and turned to look at Kovak,
his eyes wild and needy. Snyder extended his hand, but the word came from
Hugo’s mouth. “Come.”
Kovak’s feverish brain thought they wanted to see him come,
see him reach his climax for their enjoyment, but then he realized it had
meant, “Come to us.”
In a daze, Kovak went to his feet, hard and very close to
bursting.
Before Kovak could reach the bed, Snyder got off Hugo and
lay on his back.
Hugo moved on his knees to receive Kovak. He climbed on the
bed, and Hugo gave an upward swept with his middle finger over Kovak’s leaking
cockhead to scoop some precum. Kovak thought Hugo would lick it, but instead he
put the now dripping finger on Snyder’s lips.
Snyder took the finger in his mouth— his eyes locked with
Kovak’s.
Kovak felt lightheaded, and all he wanted to do now was to have
his mouth sharing that finger with Snyder. And he went for it, covering
Snyder’s body with his body, covering Snyder’s mouth with his mouth, tasting
himself and Snyder in the same heartbeat.
Hugo removed his finger from the equation, leaving Kovak and
Snyder devouring each other’s mouths, their cocks grinding, the friction taking
both higher and higher. Hugo started to masturbate, pushing his cockhead
between their wrestling lips every two pumps.
Soon Kovak’s mind spiraled, enthralled by the powerful man
beneath his body and the hard cock teasing their united lips. Hungry, feral, he
shared a growl with Snyder as the first drop of cum fell in their greedy mouths.
Hugo grunted as he came, more and more deliciousness reaching Snyder’s and
Kovak’s taste buds.
Hugo smacked his wet cock on Kovak’s cheek, and that was it.
Kovak cried as his body convulsed, and cum burst over and over, drenching his
crotch and Snyder’s. And Snyder grabbed Kovak’s ass and ground their drenched
cocks together and came and came, forcing Kovak to swallow the mercenary’s howl
of completion with a punishing kiss.
💣💣💣
“Fuck. That was…” Kovak said after enough time had passed
for them to breathe evenly again. He lay on his back, Hugo and Snyder flanking
him, all three staring at the ceiling.
“Intense?” Hugo’s voice emerged a bit strangled from Kovak’s
right.
“Eye-opening?” Snyder sounded unusually contemplative.
“I honestly do not have a word to describe it… yet,” Kovak
finally offered after several heartbeats.
Hugo sprang up, resting on his elbow. One ear perked toward
the door like a bloodhound. He covered Kovak’s mouth with a hand before he
could open it.
Then Kovak heard it too, someone (or several) moving
downstairs. They vacated the bed in silence. With practiced ease, they donned
clothes and weapons quietly.
Snyder was the first out of the master bedroom. He moved
toward the stairs and stopped at the edge. He stared at Hugo and Kovak and
hand-gestured “Fight or flight?”
Hugo and Kovak exchanged a glance. Kovak moved his hand,
“How many?”
They all focused their senses to gauge the amount of
intruders in the house. Hugo’s hand signaled, “Six?” Snyder and Kovak nodded.
Hugo jerked his right thumb toward the guest bedroom.
Swiftly, they were inside the smaller room. “What do you
think?” Hugo asked as they huddled close to the window.
“Effing Monday morning for crying out loud,” Snyder growled.
“The low hangers on those fuckers”
“You don’t suppose these are squatters, right?” Kovak asked
just to be obnoxious.
Hugo shook his head a little. “Kovak, squatters would be
making a lot more noise thinking the house was empty.” He made a face.
“Let’s just get out of here,” Snyder grumbled. “These
motherfuckers interrupted my afterglow, and I won’t be in the mood for
questioning them.” His eyes landed on Kovak, but they had a naughty gleam
instead of a murderous fog. “I might be inclined to simply end them.” He
smirked easily.
“We don’t even know what they want,” Hugo huffed.
“I agree with Snyder. Let’s get the fuck out. This can’t be
a friendly visit. They didn’t ring the doorbell.” Kovak shook his head. “People
have no manners anymore.”
Snyder snorted. “You’re an idiot,” he said, opening the
window slowly.
The roof of the tool shed attached to the house was below
that window. The sun was fully out, and the neighborhood was coming alive
around them. Hugo stepped out first, then Snyder. Kovak used his sliding
momentum to close the window behind him. From the shed, they jumped to the
backyard.
They never parked their jeep in front of the house. It was
something they did in every house they rented after an assignment, foreseeing
situations like this one. Since Snyder had been the last to drive it, he’d
guide them. Always ready to leave everything behind, they didn’t have anything really
personal to forget if escape was needed; although, Kovak really liked that
headboard.
Well, shit happens.
The backyard grass was still dew-soaked, and it squished
under their boots. There was something indecent about that furtive noise after
the moment they’d shared in bed.
Before they could jump the low chicken wire fence, Snyder
elbowed Kovak. “Get your mind out of the gutter.”
“Asshole,” Kovak grunted under his breath.
“Oh, you two can flirt later. C’mon,” Hugo urged, moving
over the fence like an Olympic hurdler.
They were in the middle of their neighbor’s yard when the
house exploded. They stopped in their tracks and turned around. They gawked
as debris flung in all directions and flames soared.
“What the Helheim?” Snyder blurted, frowning. He had
started to use that word instead of hell since he read the “Magnus Chase
Series” by Rick Riordan.
Kovak liked the ones around Percy Jackson better; he was
more in tune with Greek and Roman mythologies than those of the Norse even if
he had been born in the area where the Vikings had thrived.
Snyder crossed his arms, shaking his head. “Well, that’s
just wrong.”
Their house was practically across the street from a weapons
museum. Kovak could only imagine the news headlines. He also shook his head.
“Let’s get the hell out before the police arrive,” Hugo
commanded, and Snyder took the lead toward their jeep.
As they trotted away from the fire, Hugo realized the house had exploded
before the invaders could have been out of it. Screaming police sirens and deafening
firetruck honks were definitely not the best soundtrack for that disturbing
realization.
#mmromance #fiction #action #contemporary #menofgabbo #gabbodelaparra
PS: I'm really liking those little bombs as glyph 😌
