“They say they’ll pay rent and provide extra services,” York relayed.
Micah broke into a coughing fit. Spike knew it was him, because York yelped, heading over.
Well, Micah liked that idea, that was for sure. Spike’s chest puffed up with pride. Kai raised his eyebrows.
“York told him we’d pay rent and throw in extra services.” Spike grinned. “He started coughing.”
“Figures.” Kai barked a laugh, the worry lines fading from his face. “You’re in charge of those services.”
Spike wriggled.
“What, um, what kind of services?” Micah asked when he was done coughing. “Actually, just hand the phone over.”
There were a few fumbling sounds, and then someone’s breath puffed down the line. “Hello?” Micah said.
Spike couldn’t help his smirk. “Hey, beautiful.”
“What—” Micah broke into another coughing fit. Spike imagined his entire face flushed, his ears so red he was practically aglow. When Micah finally stopped, he hissed, “Spike.”
“You were asking about services,” Spike growled, imagining Micah’s soft blue eyes, his full, pink lips. “I’m very good at, ah, pipe cleaning and any chores involving suction. Vacuum suction or otherwise. And um, salad tossing? And musical, um... Musical screams. Yes.”
“The fuck is that?” Kai muttered, throwing Spike an incredulous look. Spike grinned.
“Gods,” Micah groaned. “I’m just—I’m just offering you a room, Spike. I don’t need repayment.”
“We’ll pay it back,” Spike told him. “Plus as much pleasure as you want. I wanna fuck you through your bed.”
Micah’s breath rushed out of him.
“Where’re you going with my phone?” York asked.
“To my bedr—On second thought, you can have it back,” Micah said. “I’ll just make this quick.”
“Aw, no phone sex?” Spike kissed his mic, knowing Micah would hear it. “I’m all hard for you.”
Micah gave a soft whine. “Now’s not a good time.”
“Maybe when we move in?” Spike asked. “Then we can have all the sex you want. Even phone sex.”
The professor gulped. “When will you be moving in?”
“As soon as you let us,” Spike said. “And we’ll visit inside you, too.”
Micah’s breathing hitched.
“Just Spike,” Kai said, dragging his hand down his face. “Sorry, Davis. This is all Spike. Blame him.”
“Hey, you were the one who fell,” Spike said, reaching between Kai’s legs to squeeze his cock. “You should let me fuck you tonight.”
Kai thought about it. “Sure.”
Micah’s breath trembled down the line. “I-I should end this call before it gets out of control,” he said shakily.
Spike grinned. “Before what gets out of control? Your cock?”
Micah chuckled. “That, too.”
That made Spike happy. He breathed out, trying to ignore his hard-on. “Okay, I’ll be serious now. Kai and I really are grateful for your offer, you know. We’ll try our best to not intrude. We’re used to living in a small space together, and we’ll leave you and York alone if you want.”
“It’s not a problem,” Micah said quietly. “You’ve really helped me, so... I’d like to extend the same in return.”
Spike beamed, his heart thumping. Gods, I love him. “Thanks.”
“That’s all for tonight?” Micah asked.
“Yup,” Spike said. “Sweet dreams. Say goodnight to Micah, Kai.”
Kai cracked a smile. “Night, Davis. Thanks.”
Micah laughed. “Goodnight.”
Before he hung up, Spike pressed a kiss to the phone. “Miss you,” he whispered. “Can’t wait to see you again.”
Micah sucked in a shaky breath. Then he whispered back, “Same here.”
Spike’s heart swelled for him.
He ended the call, glancing over at Kai. “We have a place to stay.”
Kai smiled crookedly. “Thanks to you.”
And now Spike could breathe again. “It’s really thanks to Micah. I think I’ll be forever in love with him. Do you like him yet?”
“He’s all right,” Kai muttered. But his ears turned pink, like he was hiding something.
Spike perked up. “You jacked off to him?”
Kai hesitated. “Just once.”
That was a good answer. “That’s the start of it,” Spike said, grinning. “One of these days, I’m gonna hold him open so you can fuck his hole. He’s gonna moan your name, Kai. Have you seen the way he looks at you?”
Kai swallowed hard, glancing away. Yeah, he had. “I’m not sleeping with him for my grades.”
“You don’t have to. You can sleep with him just to hear him moan.”
Kai clenched his jaw, musk coiling off his skin.
Spike’s cock jerked. Kai getting hard for Micah—Spike wanted to see it. “You like hearing him, don’t you? He’ll crave your touch, too. He’ll open around you and take your cock deep inside.”
“Damn you.”
“You really should say ‘Fuck you,’ although I guess it’s the other way around tonight.” Spike jerked his hips, palming his cock. Micah wanting Spike was one thing, but Kai wanting Micah, too? That was such good news.
Kai sighed. “I swear, if you weren’t my brother...”
“You know you love me,” Spike said. It was a slip of the tongue.
Kai paused, his gaze flickering toward Spike. Touchy subject.
So Spike changed it. “Does this mean that, for as long as your ankle’s busted, you’re gonna let me fuck you?”
“Maybe,” Kai said.
Or maybe they’d move into Micah’s, and Kai might start sleeping with Micah instead. Who knew?
13
Micah
It’s been two weeks since I was in heat, Micah thought, and now they’re moving into my home.
York and Spike hefted cardboard boxes through the front door, striding into the half-filled study. Around the living room, plastic boxes had been tucked into corners—stuff that Micah and York had been clearing out of the study the past week, to prepare for their new houseguests.
Micah still had mixed feelings about this decision. It had been a rash one. He’d been thinking with his cock.
But from what he’d seen of Kai and Spike... they seemed like a responsible pair. They seemed honest and hardworking.
And Spike had been sending Micah short voicemails, of how he was going to slip into Micah’s bedroom at night, and fuck him into his bed. Micah had jerked off to those messages more times than he wanted to acknowledge. He’d kept it a secret, even from Spike.
This isn’t a professional arrangement. I’m offering it to them as a friend.
Kai stepped through the front door, plastic bags hanging from his teeth and wrists, his biceps bulging as he crossed
