Chapter 63
Barry sighed in relief. “See, told you that you were smart. You better start believing me now I’ve proved it twice.”
* * * *
Eventually Barry’s feet started to ache, and he felt chilled, too. “Are we nearly there yet?”
“We’ll be turning onto our street in a minute,” Jake told him.
Barry then began to sing, “On the street where we live.”
“Barry, babe. Quit it. You don’t know the words and you’re repeating yourself,” Jimmy told him between verses.
“Sorry.” Barry then lapsed into silence and leaned more on Jimmy.
“Just half a block to go, then you can go to sleep,” Jimmy said, putting his arm around Barry’s waist.
Barry managed to stay awake for the promised half block as well as the elevator ride to their floor. He stood by the bed while his men undressed him. He was then guided to the bathroom and told to sit on the loo to pee. Jimmy gave him his medicine and a big glass of water, which Barry had to drink all of, despite his protests.
Jake then picked him up and carried him to bed.
“I love my cowboys,” Barry told no one in particular. “They take such good care of me.”
“We love you, too, darlin’,” Jimmy said, tucking Barry in and kissing his forehead.
“We put you at the side, just in case,” Jake said.
Barry didn’t know in case of what.
“The trash can is here if you need it, okay?” Jimmy told him.
“Okay.” But Barry didn’t think he’d need a waste paper basket, he wasn’t planning on writing any letters, but he fell asleep before he could tell his men as much.
* * * *
Movement behind Barry woke him.
“Shh,” Jimmy whispered. “Don’t wake Barry.”
“The amount he drank? He’ll be out for hours,” Jake snickered.
Barry didn’t think he’d drunk that much.
“God, Jimmy, you’re a fuckin’ sex maniac,” Jake growled softly.
“I prefer the term ‘sex god’ myself.”
Barry had to stifle a laugh. He could hear the grin in Jimmy’s voice. Then came the sounds of aggressive kissing. When his men did something, whatever it was, they went at it with full force. Although they could be gentle when they put their minds to it. They were usually gentle with Barry, treating him like glass sometimes. Barry knew it was their way of showing him they cared and he loved them for it.
Barry was just drifting back off to sleep when he heard Jimmy say, “Let’s sixty-nine and see what happens.”
“One or both of us will come,” Jake said.
Barry smiled and opened his eyes. The digits on his travel alarm clock read 4:07. He guessed their bodies thought it was just past 9am British time. For so little sleep he felt okay, apart from a slight headache and a funny taste in his mouth. He remembered going to the Eagle but the journey back was harder to recall. Hadn’t they walked back? He certainly didn’t remember a cab ride.
His musings were interrupted by more movement behind him, presumably Jimmy and Jake getting into position. The thought of them sucking each other off had Barry’s dick stirring, but it didn’t amount to much more than that. Maybe he had drunk more than he thought.
Within moments, Barry heard dual sounds of sucking and felt the mattress moving rhythmically. The urge to roll over and watch was irresistible. Barry remembered the last time he saw his men making love to each other. That time he’d kept his distance but this time he would touch, taste, and…
Turning over, Barry saw that his men were on their sides, Jimmy had his back to Barry, his head bobbing back and forth on Jake’s dick.
Jake stopped sucking Jimmy and leaned up on an elbow. “You’re awake.”
Barry nodded.
“How’d you feel?”
“What about my dick?” Jimmy asked, pulling off of Jake’s member.
Jake slapped Jimmy’s hip. “Can’t you think of anything but your dick?”
“I’m fine,” Barry said, caressing Jimmy’s abused hip. “You two go back to your sucking.”
Jake asked Barry to become a more active participant. Barry assured his red cowboy he was fine where he was.
“You need water or some more Tylenol?” Jimmy asked.
Barry thought about it, and realized he did. “I’ll get it. I need to go pee anyway.” Barry told them, kissing first Jimmy then Jake before getting out of bed.
Someone had left the bathroom light on, but it was too bright when Barry slid the door open, so he fumbled for the switch to turn it off. Apart from stubbing his toe on the toilet bowl, Barry was able to find everything he needed in the dark.