Butterfly

  Butterfly

  Michaela Grey

  For storiesthatfly. Thank you for being such a loyal reader all these years.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Also by Michaela Grey

  Goalie Tandem

  1

  Felix was sitting in the back of the bar, out of sight of almost everyone and nursing a lukewarm beer when he saw them. The blond one was slim, similar to Felix’s build but much shorter, and wrapped around his companion like a clinging vine.

  His partner—Felix swallowed hard. His partner was huge. Easily six foot four, with dark hair that fell in soft curls into even darker eyes, a short, neat beard, and muscles to match his height.

  And they were both looking at Felix.

  Felix saluted them with his beer and an ironic tilt of his head. Have fun, it said. Someone deserves to.

  He wasn’t expecting the blond to disentangle himself and slide into the booth beside him. Up close, he had angelic features, hair so pale it was almost white, and piercing green eyes.

  “Leo,” he said. “I saw you looking at me.”

  “Who wouldn’t?” Felix said, and took another swallow of beer. “You are easy on the eyes, my friend.”

  Leo clutched his chest dramatically as the big man slipped into the booth on Felix’s other side. “French!” he said, pretending to swoon. “I’ve always wanted to sleep with a French guy!”

  “French Canadian,” Felix corrected. He eyed the other man. “And you are?”

  “Fisher,” the man said. “And he’s always wanted to sleep with a French Canadian as well.”

  “It’s the accent,” Leo sighed. He leaned on Felix’s shoulder and batted white-blond lashes at him. “What’s your name, gorgeous?”

  Felix debated. Neither seemed like hockey fans, but the last one hadn’t either, and he still bore the scars.

  “Just call me French,” he finally said.

  “Less of a mouthful than French-Canadian, and I can think of other things I’d rather have in my mouth,“ Leo said.

  Felix snorted. Fisher was so close his thigh was pressed up against Felix’s, but instead of feeling crowded or stifled, Felix felt… safe. He looked up through his lashes into Fisher’s dark eyes.

  “Come here often?”

  Leo squeezed closer, running a hand up Felix’s bicep. “Not as often as we should, if you’re what they have on offer,” he said.

  “So are you two a couple?” Felix asked.

  Leo waggled a hand. “Ish.”

  “More like no,” Fisher said. His voice was so deep it reverberated through Felix’s bones. “But we play together sometimes.”

  Leo propped his chin on his hands. “Do you wanna play with us?”

  “It is a tempting prospect,” Felix admitted. “What would it entail?”

  “You, me, him, and our dicks,” Leo chirped. “Anything you want.”

  “Anything?” Felix swirled the beer in its mug. “That is a dangerous offer, ami.”

  “You don’t look like the kind to hurt me,” Leo said, shrugging. “And if you did, I’ve got Fisher. Trust me, he will fuck you up if you do something I don’t want.”

  Felix arched an eyebrow at Fisher, who also shrugged.

  “Someone’s gotta look out for him,” he drawled. “Since he was born without a self-preservation instinct.”

  “So?” Leo asked, a hand drifting across Felix’s thigh. “You wanna or not?” Slim fingers traced the outline of Felix’s dick, and he twitched.

  “Condoms,” he managed.

  Leo rolled his eyes. “Duh. But first—” He cupped Felix’s chin in one hand and leaned in, giving him time to pull away. His lips were soft and tasted like grape chapstick, and he moaned as Felix got a hand free and wrapped it around the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

  Distantly, Felix heard Fisher swear softly, but most of his attention was on Leo, currently doing his best to climb into his lap despite the table in his way.

  “My turn,” Fisher rumbled, and caught Felix’s chin, pulling his head around. Their mouths fit perfectly together, Fisher’s breath hot and his tongue soft. Felix melted against him, making a helpless noise high in his throat, and Leo cupped his hardening dick, rubbing it over the stretchy fabric of Felix’s pants.

  Felix couldn’t figure out where to focus—the hand on his crotch or Fisher’s mouth, so hot and demanding. He tore free with an effort, gratified to see Fisher was breathing as hard as he was.

  “Not here,” he rasped.

  “Aw, no exhibition kink?” Leo pouted.

  “I have no wish to be recognized,” Felix said, smoothing his hair back.

  Leo’s eyes widened. “Are you a celebrity? Wait, I know all the local actors and musicians and I don’t know you, so who are you?”

  “Doesn’t matter,” Fisher interrupted, and Felix glanced at him, grateful. “You know I’m not famous but I don’t wanna be recognized either. So let’s get out of here.”

  * * *

  Felix followed them from the bar, shrugging into his coat against the chilly Portland night. He shouldn’t have gone out, should have stayed home and focused on his game, watched tape of the Ravens for tomorrow night, done anything else, but instead here he was, halfway to drunk and about to have sex with two men he didn’t know.

  “We’re calling a car,” Fisher said when Felix caught up to him. “And we thought we’d go to my house—it’s not far. Do you have anyone you can tell?”

  “Yes,” Felix said, pulling out his phone. “Sa—” He caught himself. “My friend will want to know.”

  “Good,” Fisher said. He rattled off the address and waited as Felix texted Saint, who was probably at home wearing sweatpants, curled up on the couch with Carmine and their dog.

  He got an answer back almost immediately. Play safe and hydrate. Don’t stay out too late. Text when you get home.

  Felix glanced up. “How much longer until the car is here?”

  “Two minutes, according to the app,” Leo said. “We could have some fun while we wait?” He took a step toward him, eyes intent.

  “No,” Felix said instantly, stepping back, and was startled to see Fisher getting between them at the same time.

  “Back of a dimly lit, smoky bar is a little different from making out on the public street,” Fisher snapped. “You know that, Leo.”

  Leo sighed, holding up his hands in a gesture of surrender. “Can’t really blame me for trying. I mean look at you two.”

  The car arrived then, saving them from further discussion, and Leo slid into the front seat as Fisher and Felix got in the back. Felix folded his long legs in, watching with amusement as Fisher tried unsuccessfully to do the same beside him.

  “Fuck—Leo, scoot your seat forward.”

  Leo complied, and Fisher sighed in relief. His knees still pressed into the
back of the seat and he had to hunch a little, his hair brushing the roof.

  Felix stifled a snicker. “We should have gotten the luxury ride, I think.”

  “God, your accent,” Leo sighed as the driver accelerated away from the curb. “Fish, you hear how he drops his H’s?”

  “Leo,” Fisher said warningly, as Felix shifted his weight.

  Fisher glanced at him, an apology in his eyes. Felix nodded, twisting his mouth ruefully. He could already tell Leo was going to be a handful.

  * * *

  Fisher’s house wasn’t very big—maybe two bedrooms, Felix thought, unfolding himself gratefully from the cramped backseat and stretching. It was a bungalow with a wraparound porch and a porch swing sized for two in the corner. Felix followed Fisher and Leo up the flagged stone path, past beds of neat flowers in perfect plots ringed by small white stones that gleamed in the moonlight.

  Miraculously, Leo waited until they were inside and Fisher was locking the door behind them before swinging to Felix and demanding, “Say something to me in French.”

  Fisher sighed but didn’t object. The lock clicked and Felix tried to think of something to say as Fisher herded them down the immaculately kept hall into a similarly neat living room.

  “Ah… t'as des beaux yeux,” he said.

  “It’s like music,” Leo sighed. He was only a foot away, eyes bright in the dim room. “Will you talk dirty to me in French while you fuck me?”

  “Jesus, Leo,” Fisher sputtered. “I had no idea you had such a language kink!”

  Leo shrugged, clearly unrepentant. “Someone’s mouth needs to be on someone’s dick, I’m not picky about whose. Except yours,” he said, pointing at Felix before he could speak. “You need yours to keep talking.”

  Fisher rummaged in an end table drawer and came up with a string of condoms. He wrapped one huge hand around the back of Leo’s neck and pulled him into a soft kiss. Felix watched, spellbound, as Leo went up on tiptoe, wrapping his arms around Fisher’s neck and pressing close.

  Fisher unbuckled his pants. Heat slid through Felix’s belly as Fisher pushed them down over his thighs. Leo stepped away and Felix made an unthinking noise at the sight of Fisher’s cock. It was long and thick, hanging heavy between his thighs, and Felix took a step forward, glancing at Leo.

  “I have to use my mouth,” he said. “I have to taste him.”

  Leo giggled, pulling his own clothes off. “Not really a surprise. You can make it up to me later.”

  Felix folded to his knees and looked up through his lashes to Fisher, staring down at him as if mesmerized.

  “Condom,” Felix said regretfully. As much as he wanted to truly taste Fisher, he wasn’t risking that.

  Fisher didn’t move for a minute. Then he shook himself and held out the strip. Felix took one and scooted forward until he was face to face with Fisher’s cock, flushed deep red and leaking thick, slow drops.

  Felix licked his lips and rolled the condom on, watching the way Fisher’s thighs tightened and his muscular abdomen jumped as he struggled to hold still. Felix took a moment to prolong the tension, stroking Fisher’s shaft and breathing warm air along his thigh. There were noises, beside them, and Felix glanced over to see Leo naked and on his knees too, a bottle of lube in one hand and the other between his legs.

  “Calisse,” Felix whispered, and Leo moaned, head falling back and exposing the long line of his throat.

  Fisher didn’t move, didn’t make a noise, but Felix could feel the want rolling off him in waves. It was delicious. He leaned in, holding Fisher’s eyes as he sucked the head of his cock into his mouth. Fisher groaned deep in his chest, one hand coming up as if unconsciously to cup the back of Felix’s head.

  Felix gave himself over to it, running his tongue along the head and the sensitive area just underneath, adding teeth for the barest hint of a scrape just to hear Fisher jerk and swear thickly. He didn’t move away though—instead he planted his feet and rolled his hips forward, pressing deeper into Felix’s mouth as if daring him to do more.

  Felix almost laughed and ran his hands up Fisher’s thighs, squeezing and kneading the heavy muscle, mouth busy. It was sloppy and messy and from the way Fisher was trembling, filthy words falling from his lips as if unaware of them, he was just as into it as Felix was.

  Hands at Felix’s waist startled him and he jerked back, Fisher groaning in protest, to see Leo working on his belt. He had it free quickly and the zipper down, clever fingers pulling Felix’s aching shaft out through the slit in his boxers. The condom went on just as quickly and then Leo was crouching to take him in his mouth and everything was soft wet heat and pleasure flashing through him.

  Fisher twitched, his patience clearly tested, and Felix murmured an apology, kissing the head of his cock swiftly and then swallowing him down again.

  He used his hand this time, concentration too shot for him to focus on bringing Fisher off with just his mouth. Over the roaring in his ears, he could hear noises, filthy and wet, and he pried an eye open just in time to see Leo pull off and sit up.

  Felix tried to say something, he wasn’t sure what, but Leo put his hands on Felix’s chest and shoved him backward. Felix went over in a startled sprawl and Leo was on top of him before he could get his bearings, dragging his pants down over his thighs and straddling him.

  He sank down without hesitation and Felix cried out, bucking up into the tight, viselike heat as Leo rolled his hips, working him deeper in steady motions.

  “Beautiful,” Fisher breathed, and knelt by Felix’s head. His hand was on his shaft, a question in his eyes, and Felix opened his mouth by way of answer. Fisher fed his cock inside, taking such obvious care not to choke him that Felix wanted to kiss him. He would later, he decided, and tilted his head so Fisher could slide deeper.

  Leo adjusted his angle and made a choked noise, flailing for purchase. Fisher caught him with one hand, holding him upright, and Felix gathered the last remaining brain cells in his possession and grasped Leo’s cock with one trembling hand. He wasn’t going to be able to do much, he knew, but it didn’t seem to matter. Leo sobbed, eyes losing focus, and came in heavy wet spurts across Felix’s belly. The tight clench of his ass was enough to push Felix over, and he planted his feet flat on the floor and shoved up hard once, twice, spilling into the condom as pleasure lit his nerves.

  Leo lifted himself off and fell backward just as Fisher swore and jerked the condom off. Felix turned his head just in time to watch him come, catching the jets in one huge palm, hunching forward as he shuddered through it. Then he fell sideways, collapsing to the carpet beside Felix.

  * * *

  Felix stared up at the ceiling, trying vainly to catch his breath. Leo was a heavy weight across his legs, and Fisher was facedown, eyes closed and breathing unsteady. Felix finally stirred, suppressing a groan, and Fisher opened his eyes.

  “Okay?”

  Felix nodded. He felt good—brain blessedly quiet, exhaustion curling through his limbs. “I should go.”

  “I’ll call you a car,” Fisher said, and rolled to his feet, unselfconscious in his nudity as he stepped over Leo’s limp body.

  “What about him?” Felix asked.

  “He’ll be out for a while,” Fisher said. “Just push him off, he won’t even notice.”

  Felix huffed a laugh and maneuvered Leo gently off his legs, slipping a pillow from the sofa under his head before rising to wipe at his stomach with a grimace and follow Fisher, who’d disappeared into another room.

  The kitchen, Felix discovered when he stepped inside, zipping his pants. Fisher was still naked, bent over rummaging in the refrigerator, and Felix sighed appreciatively.

  “Your ass is amazing,” he said.

  Fisher laughed, backing out of the refrigerator with a jug of water. “I work hard on it, so thanks.” He poured Felix a glass of water and handed it to him as Felix tugged his shirt on over his head. “Car’s on the way. It’ll be here in three or four minutes.”

  Felix
drained the glass, the water sliding down his throat cold and sweet, and set it back on the counter. Fisher was watching him, eyes bright in the dark kitchen.

  “I had fun,” he said quietly.

  “Me too,” Felix said, holding his eyes. He wanted to kiss him again but he wasn’t sure if it would be welcome.

  Fisher took a step closer. “Kiss goodbye?” he suggested, lips quirking.

  “Yes please,” Felix said, and closed the distance between them. The kiss was scorching, threatening to melt Felix’s bones as he clung to Fisher’s shoulders. He could feel Fisher’s cock, somehow impossibly thickening against his thigh as he swept his tongue through Felix’s mouth.

  The phone chimed on the counter, startling them apart, and Fisher laughed ruefully, looking down at himself.

  “Can I have your number?” he asked. “Just… in case you’d like to play again.”

  “With you and Leo or just you?” Felix said.

  “Either,” Fisher said steadily. “If we play alone, he’ll know, I promise.”

  Felix deliberated. He normally didn’t play with the same person—or people—more than once, but…. He swept his eyes up and down Fisher’s body, the broad shoulders, defined abs, muscled thighs and that gorgeous cock, still half-hard.

  “Sure,” he said before he could change his mind. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

  The phone chimed again and Fisher grabbed it, tapping a quick acknowledgment. “Give me your number now, the car’s leaving in two minutes if you don’t get out there.”