Relay for Life by Jana Downs

feely. He didn’t even have time for a pet, much less a boyfriend. It had been something that had become a point of contention between him and his dad lately. Jack was scared he had inherited his inability to commit. No matter how many times he tried to explain it, the older man just didn’t get it. It wasn’t that he was commitment phobic like him. Matthew just didn’t believe in playing for anything but keeps, and if he couldn’t see “forever,” he didn’t bother. It was one of the reasons he had been so surprised at himself when he’d asked out Marcel. The man was all but taken, and he’d still gone there.
“You’re thinking so loud you could wake the dead,” Andrew whispered against his chest. He had snuggled in close with Marcel spooning up behind him in an apparent attempt to warm up.
“I hope not,” Matthew said. “If that’s true, I have a brand new kind of infection that is even more frightening than the kind we have now.”
Andrew laughed softly. “I think I’m going to like you.”
“Likewise, run kid.” He paused, considering whether or not to explain. No way. That will be twelve shades of awkward. “Sweet dreams.”
“I’ll dream of home then.”
Me, too, kid. Me, too .
* * * *
    Andrew woke to the sound of birds chirping. While the idea might’ve been pleasant to some, Andrew wanted to scream. He had been sleeping well for the first time in weeks. He hated the noisy little bastards who insisted on chirping up a storm as soon as the sun rose. Didn’t they understand that some people were trying to sleep?
    The night before was another blur of exhaustion and half-dream. However, the things he remembered were the clearest, namely that Marcel and some guy named Matthew had come for him, and they would soon be going back to sector thirteen. His eyes popped open, and he lost the ability to breathe.
    He was looking up into a gorgeous specimen of man. A firm jaw outlined the guy’s lush lips, and his auburn hair was thick and just long enough to grab a hold of. He hadn’t gotten a good look at one half of his rescuing duo last night, but now that he had, wow . The guy was beautiful. The fact that he was holding Andrew like it was the most natural thing in the world only made him that much more aware of his appeal.
    Marcel stirred at his back, grinding his morning wood against his ass in his sleep. Andrew knew it wasn’t his fault and he shouldn’t enjoy it nearly as much as he did. It felt like he was taking advantage of his friend. The man had made it clear that he wasn’t interested in Andrew sexually, and yet here he was sexualizing Marcel. His eyes went to Matthew’s relaxed face. And apparently my other rescuer as well . An image of the three of them tangled in a heap of debauchery rose in his mind.
    Maybe it was because he’d been on the run for so long. Maybe it was because he’d thought he was going to die and needed to reaffirm his life that he was having such sexual reaction to being nestled between the two virile field agents. Whatever the reason, he was suddenly and irrevocably turned on by their presence. His erection flared to life in his run shorts, pushing against the stretchable material in an effort to break free into the cool morning air.
    He tried his best to disentangle himself from their embrace. There was no way he was going back to sleep now with the birds carrying on like they were, and if he stayed here, he’d just end up doubly embarrassed when they woke and found him nestled between them, sporting an erection in a state of full wakefulness. Parts of his body were numb and in need of stretching anyway. He didn’t dare climb out of the rhododendron bushes yet, just in case there were infected running around. However, he could get a little bit of space between them to ease the immediate ache.
    He tried to move, but Matthew’s arm tightened on his waist. Crap . Matthew’s hard cock pressed against his stomach. How did I miss that ? Marcel gave another grind