Chain Lightning II: Sheet Lightning

Where is this place that we have found
Nobody knows where we are bound
I long to hear, I need to see,
'Cause I've shed tears too many for me

But I'm never going to lose your precious gift
It will always be that way
'Cause I know I'm going to find my own peace of mind
Someday...






Nobody Knows Where We Are Bound


As Sean pulled on his trousers Billy played him a dirty trick. Billy gave Sean one of his ‘who, innocent little me?’ smiles. Sean had smiled back. It was an automatic reaction to Billy’s boyish charm, and Sean fell for it every time. He fell for it this time, too. Billy reached down and grabbed Sean’s trousers and tugged upwards hard, snatching his legs out from under him. Sean landed on his back on the bed. Sean was always taken off-guard by Billy’s gentle nature and small size. Billy was stronger and tougher than he looked.

Billy laughed and scooted out of the bedroom, meaning to beat Sean in getting to Jean first. ‘Smartass little fucker,’ thought Sean, ‘I’ll get you back for that!’ He laughed at himself for letting himself let his guard down. He pulled on his trousers and a shirt and eased into the den.

When he got to the den Billy was holding Jean. She leaned against him. She had vomited on herself. Tears washed out of one eye.

“Sean, get a cold cloth,” Billy said softly. Sean went after the cold cloth and went back, then on a second thought he ducked into the bathroom and found a bottle of medication for nausea. On the way he grabbed Jean’s purse, knowing she had her medication in it.

He came back to the den and helped Billy clean Jean up a bit with a second cloth while Billy wiped her face with the first. Sean rummaged through her purse and found her pain pills. He went to the kitchen and made her a glass of cola to help settle her stomach.

Billy held Jean while Sean gave her the medicine and dosed her with the nausea medication. Then he sat on the other side of her and placed an arm tenderly around her shoulders and held her while Billy got her some fresh clothes.

When Billy returned, he matter-of-factly slid her shirt off and put on the clean one and placed a fresh cloth across her eyes. He took her hand gently and patted the back of it. He noticed the calluses there in her palm from her hard work. ‘Such little hands,’ thought Billy, ‘they should be soft, they should be held and kissed. And look what life has done to her instead.’ It broke his heart, the way the world could be so cruel. The world had teeth, and it knew how to use them.

“Sorry,” Jean said. She was beginning to come around now and was pretty much getting a narcotic buzz in the process. “Permanent nerve damage. Doc says I’ll always have it.”

“I’m so sorry, Jean.” Billy said, his voice soft and low. He kissed the cheek with the scar on it. It was this side of her face that gave her so much pain.

“You shouldn’t be sorry,” she said, “It wasn’t you that did it.”

“I think,” said Sean, “That he’s apologizing for men in general, Jean.”

“Don’t,” she replied. “All men aren’t like that. I know that.”

“Well, I wouldn’t blame you if you never trusted another man in your life.” Billy said. “Feeling better now?”

She looked first at Billy, then at Sean, and inexplicably, began to weep. “Oh, what’s this, now?” Sean asked. He brushed her hair out of her eyes. Billy watched in amusement as Sean went into full-tilt paternal mode. Here is where being a parent paid off.

“N-nothing, it’s silly, I just…I just feel so grateful to you both.” she sniffed. “I don’t deserve this.” she added miserably.

“What nonsense,” Sean said, and gave Billy a meaningful look. “That’s not you saying that. That’s Jack and Joe saying that.”

“Don’t believe them, Jean." Billy said, his voice soft as butter, calming and soothing. "Believe us, lass. We think your brilliant.”

“You do?” she sniffed again. It got to Billy and Sean. She sounded so much like a lost little girl.

“We do, don’t we Sean?” Billy said. He caressed her face and traced his finger along the fading scar.

“We absolutely do.” Sean agreed. “You’ve been through so much and you just don’t give up. You must be a very strong person, Jean.”

“No, I’m not. If I were strong, he never would have done those things…” she said. She was getting fairly buzzed now from the pills.

“He manipulated you, Jean,” Billy said. “He used your trust like a weapon against you.”

“Billy is right. If I were you, I’d listen.” Sean said. He kissed her temple and it felt so soothing, so warm and safe. She closed her eyes and felt a second set of lips brush her other temple. Had anything ever felt so…safe? Safe and warm and so far away from fear? She swallowed hard to choke back her emotions. She thought to herself, ‘careful, girl, you could really fall for these two…but that wouldn’t be so bad, though, would it? To trust a man, no, two men? That wouldn’t be so bad at all. Two men fucked you up, why can’t you have two men to make you better?’

The two men in question sat on either side of her, holding her and touching her soothingly. She let her mind wander through the narcotic haze in her head, feeling sort of drifty-like. She found herself smiling as a thought entered her head.

“Sean?” she said.

“What?”

“I want a bath,” she said. “Can we get in your shower? All of us? I made a mess of all of us. We all need cleaning up. We stink.”

Sean laughed the warmest, sweetest laugh and Billy laughed the same way, higher and sweeter, on the other side of her. “I’ll turn the water on,” Billy said, his voice suddenly deepening and more gritty. He got up and went to the bathroom and Jean heard the shower working. Sean picked her up and carried her into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Sean put her down. Billy was adjusting the hot water and steam began to curl lazily around the shower-rod. Jean watched it through her narcotic buzz. She felt her shirt being tugged at and lifted her arms so it could be peeled off. Sean held the shirt and looked at her. She had nice tits, not too big, not too small. The nipples were a creamy pink and tilted upwards. Sean dropped the shirt and slid her shorts and panties off at once. She stepped away from the discarded clothing.

Sean raked his eyes up and down her body with a smile and a sparkle in his opalescent eyes. Jean’s heart pounded wildly. Her nipples went taut and she felt a familiar tingle in her crotch.

“Oh, ahead of me already, then?” she heard the familiar Scottish burr behind her. She turned around. Billy’s emerald eyes darkened and a slow smile spread across his face. The tip of his tongue flicked out and gave a quick lick to his lips. With his green eyes at their slight tilt, it made him look like a hungry bobcat. She stepped into the shower and beckoned.

Sean took off his shirt and looked at Billy who stood watching Jean. Sean watched Billy watching the water bead on her body and drip from her hair, crawl down her chest to hang a droplet on her nipples, then slide glistening down her belly to the dark patch of hair over her cunt.

“Billy?” Sean said.

“Um, what?”

“Stop fucking staring and undress and get your buff little arse in the shower. Now.” Sean said with an amused tone.

Billy blinked. He looked at Sean sharply with a little soft squeak and decided Sean was going to blow a gasket if he didn’t stop messing around and get his little Scottish arse in the shower. It made him laugh to himself. He skinned out of his clothes and stepped into the shower while Sean slid his trousers off. Sean stepped into the shower and grabbed the shower gel and squeezed a generous portion into his hands and then into Billy’s hands.

Jean looked at each of them with an odd look on her face, almost a look of panic. Billy blinked.

“When was the last time you had a man, sweetie?” he gently asked.

“It was that night, when they…” she swallowed hard, unable to go on.

She felt Sean’s soapy-slick hands slide around her waist. He turned her a little so she could see both men.

“That wasn’t what Billy meant. Was it, Billy?” Sean said.

“I mean, Jean, when was the last time you wanted a man, sweetie. What they did, that wasn’t making love. That was more a rape. This isn’t that.” Billy said. He tipped her chin up with two fingers. “You mustn’t think of it. It doesn’t bear thinking of right now.”

“No, Billy,” Sean said. “She should think of it right now. You do that, Jean. You think about it. And then, let Billy and me take all that away. Think of it as a kind of exorcism. What they did wrong, we’ll make right.”

She looked up at the tall man with the opalescent eyes and Sean saw trust and gratitude there. Looking at Billy, she saw him give her a gentle nod. In his emerald eyes she could see something worth believing in. She sighed and under his hands, Sean felt her muscles loosen as she relaxed. Sean leaned down and gave her a kiss, light and sweet, on the lips. She felt his warm, slippery hand at the small of her back. He moved to the side a little, and placing his hand similarly on the small of Billy’s back, gently guided the two together.

They stood nose to nose, a perfectly matched pair, Sean thought, each the image of the other in opposite gender. The pair looked almost magical like that. Jean placed her hands on Billy’s shoulders, and at last Sean got to see them kiss. Something grew hot and tight inside him at the sight of it. They were sexy as hell together, but they were beautiful together, too. He let his hands glide slowly up both of their backs. Without quite knowing how it happened, his hands cupped one of Jean’s shoulders and one of Billy’s, and he felt himself softly embracing the pair. Their kiss deepened, and Sean rested his forehead against their two temples. Billy’s hands slipped around her waist to her back, then made their way, as slick as eels, down to her ass. He moaned into her mouth and she returned the sound to him with her own mouth. His tongue made slow, teasing little flicks against hers and she felt herself trembling. Sean kissed her ear. His hot breath sent thrills up her spine, which crept into her mouth, where Billy’s kisses amplified them. Jean found one of her hands had slid to Billy’s back. She pressed her fingertips into the muscles there. She found Billy was in splendid shape. His slim body was lean and hard, yet his skin was fine, almost smooth, and very supple. Her other hand had crawled somehow around Sean’s waist and she pulled him closer. Billy’s cock pressed against her thigh and Sean’s cock pressed against one hip. Both men were fully aroused and she could feel their individual pulses in the hard flesh. She let one hand slide to Billy’s ass and found his ass was firm and sweetly rounded. Billy trembled a little and his kisses were deeper still, more demanding. Sean was tonguing her ear now, and she felt it tickle in her mouth. She felt awash and dizzy with want, now. She kissed a little path to Billy's ear and imitated what Sean was doing to her ear. Billy gasped. He felt as though he was floating in a pool of sensuality. Her mouth seemed hungry and demanding now. Billy even found Sean’s hand on his shoulder to be sensual.

Jean's mouth and hands left little hot tingles behind their paths on both men’s bodies. She let her hands find their ways to both men’s cocks and heard a moan of two voices as one. She knew her cunt was dripping now, but she didn’t want to fuck just yet. She slowly lowered herself until she was on her knees. She took Billy’s cock into her mouth and found his flesh had a sort of sweet under-taste to it. Then she pulled away and slid her mouth around Sean’s cock and found his taste to be a little more salty and muskier.

She returned to Billy’s cock to compare the taste again and Sean now moved behind her. Her hands rested against Billy’s well-shaped thighs as she felt Sean’s hands slide over the skin of her ass. One hand slipped between her thighs and talented fingers found her clitoris was already swollen and firm with heat. She moaned around Billy’s cock and heard Billy make a low, soft almost keening sound.

“My God but you two look so fucking sexy doing that,” Sean said. And God but they did, they looked just like he had imagined they would. Sean moved his hips forward and pulled Jean’s ass back to meet him and he slid inside with one slow, long, seamless and perfect plunge. Jean groaned aloud around Billy’s cock. Sean looked up at Billy and saw his eyes flutter, then close. Billy’s small hands curled into Jean’s fair hair and he pushed his cock in deeper, matching the rhythm Sean set as he began to fuck her. Sean gripped her around the waist and with his other hand he reached beneath her to roll her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger as he increased his tempo.

Jean began to rock back against Sean’s thrusts now. In her mind she touched briefly on the last time she’d been with men and with more than a little satisfaction, she claimed this act of sensuality as a kind of revenge against Jack and Joe. The thought made her pleasure even more intense and she sucked fiercely on Billy’s cock now, claiming her pleasure completely. Her fingertips slipped on Billy’s thighs. She slid one hand around to his ass and let the tips of her fingers squirm between his buttocks. She heard Billy whimpering and she let one slim finger slip inside him, triggering his orgasm. His high, clear voice rang inside the shower as she felt his hot come splash against the roof of her mouth and she slurped greedily on his shaft, taking him deeply. She moaned loudly as her cunt clenched around Sean’s cock and she heard Sean’s voice join her own and Billy’s in an unbridled chorus of passion.

The three of them collapsed in the shower stall and gasped as the hot water caressed their skin. The water started turning cool. Sean dragged himself up then offered a hand to Jean and Billy. He pulled them both up and embraced them both. He kissed Jean’s mouth and could taste Billy’s come on her tongue. The taste somehow made him want more of these two and he pulled them both into a fierce embrace. He even smooched the top of Billy’s head.

“Come on, you two,” he said, smiling softly, and with his arms around each one, he guided them out of the shower. He grabbed three towels and tossed a towel to each of the pair. Somewhere deep inside he felt something, something dark and hungry and even a little possessive. More. He wanted more of them.

“Let’s go to bed,” he said.