Micah blushed. “Shouldn’t I be the one thanking you?”
Spike smiled, scooting closer to him so their thighs were touching. Then he looked across the booth, expecting to see Kai’s dubious face again.
Instead, Kai was tossing his balled-up napkin from one hand to the other, a light blush on his cheeks.
Spike stared. “You—You’re blushing? Kai?”
“I’m not,” Kai muttered, glaring. “It’s just hot in here.”
That wasn’t like him at all. Spike glanced at Micah, who was looking warily at Kai as though he wasn’t sure what to think. Yeah, Spike, too.
“You never blush,” Spike said. “Did we make you hot? Do you want to watch me fuck Micah?”
Micah groaned, covering his face.
“No!” Kai just blushed harder. Gods, even though Kai got on Spike’s nerves so much, he was adorable.
Spike scooted out of the booth, rounded the table, and dropped into the seat next to Kai. His weight bounced Kai up on the cushion; Spike chuckled.
“Look,” Spike said teasingly. “I made Kai bounce. And it isn’t in bed.”
Mostly, he said it so Micah would be fully aware of his relationship with Kai. Because whatever happened between Spike and Micah, this thing with Kai would still go on.
Kai scowled, glancing around them. No one was listening in, though.
“You... really do that,” Micah said hesitantly, looking from Spike to Kai, and back to Spike.
“We take turns,” Spike answered in an undertone.
“No knotting, though,” Kai muttered.
“You don’t want us to knot.” Spike elbowed him in the ribs.
“I don’t think our bodies can take knots.”
“That’s because we haven’t tried.” Spike wriggled. Deep down, Spike wondered if knotting would feel too much like bonding to Kai. Maybe that was why Kai was reluctant to stick around after he came.
Kai looked doubtful. Across the table, Micah stared at them both, his mouth open. Spike grinned. “We could show Micah.”
Kai frowned harder. “The three of us aren’t involved.”
“I want us to be,” Spike said.
He took Kai’s hand and set it on the table, along with his own. Then he turned his hand palm-up, wriggling his fingers, inviting Micah closer.
Micah stared at their hands. “I don’t think I should.”
“Me neither,” Kai said, pulling his hand back.
What had he been thinking about, then, blushing when Spike kissed Micah?
Spike hid his disappointment. “Fine.” He returned to his spot next to Micah, crowding up close to the professor. “I guess we’re really here to talk about the baby.”
Micah sighed. “Like I said, this is my responsibility. The two of you don’t have to be involved.”
“I want to be,” Spike said, wrapping his arm around Micah’s back. He thought Micah might shrug him off, but Micah shivered, blinking hard.
He liked Spike’s touch, didn’t he?
“I’m responsible, too,” Kai said.
“But... it’s just one of you, isn’t it?” Micah frowned, looking perplexed. “I mean, I doubt both of you fertilized the egg, so...”
“What’s mine is also Spike’s,” Kai said, meeting Spike’s eyes. “Always been that way.”
A warm, happy flush swept through Spike’s body.
“So if I get together with Micah, does that mean you’ll try it out with him, too?” Spike asked.
Micah spluttered. “I’m not getting together with anyone!”
Everything he did pointed to the opposite, though. Spike slipped his hand against Micah’s other side, stroking him there. “Are you sure?” Spike whispered, kissing his shoulder. “I’ll give you any pleasure you ask for. If you ask me to suck your cock, I will.”
The professor trembled against him, his eyes growing wide.
Spike knew what that offer meant to Micah. He’d seen Micah alone for so long, and maybe he felt slightly guilty, volunteering what he knew the professor craved.
He couldn’t help it, though. Micah was right here, his for the taking. And Spike would be damned if he let Micah go.
He stroked his fingers up Micah’s thigh, slipping them between his legs, just shy of the growing bulge in Micah’s pants. Micah gasped.
“We’re here to actually talk,” Kai said, looking exasperatedly at Spike.
“I’m talking with my hands,” Spike said. Then he touched Micah’s cock through his pants, and Micah’s breath rushed out of him, his musk heady and tempting.
“Spike,” Micah choked. Spike’s cock thickened. Yeah, he liked hearing Micah say his name.
“Gods, Spike.” Kai kicked Spike’s feet under the table.
“Want me to stop?” Spike paused, grinning at his professor. “You know you like watching him, Kai. He looks so good. Like when I do this.”
Spike reached under Micah, and squeezed his warm, firm ass. Micah’s eyes grew wide. Kai wasn’t even looking at his phone. His gaze had locked onto Spike and Micah, heavy and intent.
What were the chances of them falling into bed together tonight?
“Come home with us,” Spike murmured, rubbing Micah right between his cheeks, close to his hole. “Gonna make you feel good. Gonna plow deep and hard inside you. Make you cream.”
“I-I shouldn’t.” Micah gulped, his tongue darting across his lip. His musk was unmistakable, though. It went right down to Spike’s cock.
“Here’s your food,” Wyatt said, stopping by their table with a grin.
Micah jumped and yelped. Spike hugged him close, so terribly fond of him.
Wyatt set three large bowls of steaming noodles in front of them, his smile revealing nothing.
Spike blushed. Had Wyatt seen what he’d done with Micah?
“I swear we’ve been very good,” Spike said. “No fooling around or anything.”
Wyatt winked. “This booth is the best for it.”
Then he left, and the three of them stared at each other, Spike more aware than ever of the bulge in Micah’s pants.
He kicked off his shoe, reaching under the table with his socked foot. Between Kai’s legs, he found a thick line in Kai’s pants, too. Kai’s gaze burned into his skin.
“He’s hard for us,” Spike whispered at Micah, kissing his ear. “You haven’t tasted his cock yet, have you?”
“Spike!” Kai glowered. He nudged at Spike’s foot; Spike shoved his toes against Kai’s cock. Kai grunted. Yeah, that must’ve felt good.
“I’ve got somewhere for this to go,” Spike said, nudging Kai’s length. “Tonight. If Micah wants to see, you could have my ass.”
Micah whimpered, his throat working. “That’s—that’s...”
“I want to swallow all your screams,” Spike whispered.
Micah
