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Master Finn held Jackson tight against his chest while hammering at Jackson’s hole. This gave Michael a great opportunity to watch his men as Michael basked in his own completion.
Idly he rubbed his cock. Not trying to get himself hard or off again but just to enjoy the show of Master Finn and Jackson together. If he were being honest, Michael had a little bit of a voyeur inside him. He enjoyed watching others and no one more than Master Finn and Jackson.
Both men were gentle with Michael even though Michael had never asked them to be. The part of intimacy that Michael liked best was the feeling of being important and cared for. He liked sex—what twenty-year-old didn’t—but that wasn’t what he craved. The soft touches and gentle caresses were everything to Michael.
Knowing that Master Finn could be wicked with Jackson made Michael happy inside. Seeing that Jackson needed that harder hand made Michael proud that he was able to watch.
Jackson had looked tired when Michael had come across him and Master Finn earlier. He’d seemed more than tired really, but the dark circles didn’t help convince Michael otherwise. Jackson had seemed sad as well, but now that he was back, they could finally figure out their relationship. That had to be a good thing. Michael could be totally off base. Work stress? Something that had nothing to do with him? Michael had to figure out what was wrong with Jackson.
Maybe the job that Jackson had been on hadn’t been as boring as Marco had told him? Not that Michael knew very much about Jackson’s work. Everyone whispered about Jackson, Creed, Lance, and Skinner. When Michael was around, they didn’t talk about work at all.
Michael wasn’t as naïve as everyone thought, but he also didn’t find himself dying of curiosity or anything. Being a server in a club gave Michael the ability to not always be seen and get to overhear a lot. And he didn’t care what business Jackson and the others were in as long as they were safe.
The world was a crazy place, Michael knew that as much as anyone else, and sometimes rules were meant to be broken. At least in his experience. If Michael hadn’t broken a few rules himself, then there was no telling where his brothers would be. No, the world could be cruel and sometimes people needed help.
Michael hadn’t always been able to ask for the help he needed. It took Master Finn’s interference in his life before he realized that even if he did accept help, that didn’t make him a failure.
But what made Jackson tick? Why was he always disappearing for days at a time? It wasn’t always for work. Michael knew that because he was friends with the same group that Jackson was. Michael knew that Jackson wanted to be with them so how did Michael convince Jackson that they wanted him just as much? Of course, the way Master Finn was pounding Jackson, the poor guy probably wouldn’t be able to walk for a week, so that might solve the problem of him taking off on them.
Jackson loved it though. Even with the fact that he’d come inside Michael just minutes before, Jackson’s cock was hard, red, and leaking.
Michael would just help Jackson out with that.
Pushing himself up on his elbows, Michael stroked Jackson’s erection as Jackson hissed at him.
“Need help with this?” Michael teased. He stroked Jackson faster.
“I…I…need…”
“You need to listen to your body and surrender to me,” Finn panted out.
Oh damn, Finn was in full Master mode with Jackson. Michael got the sweet and kind Daddy that he’d always craved, but Jackson was getting the hard-ass Marine and Jackson wouldn’t be able to resist Finn for long.
“Fu…Fu—” Jackson stuttered.
Michael shook his head. Jackson could be so stubborn. Didn’t he want to come? Coming always felt so good! And it helped Michael sleep. Jackson appeared to need to sleep for a long time. Michael would even hold him tight, so Jackson didn’t have bad dreams like Michael sometimes did.
“Shit! Gonna!” Jackson shouted.
Still holding Jackson’s cock, Michael started to jack him to help.
“No!” Finn’s hand covered his even as Master Finn stopped thrusting. “No coming yet.”
Oh no! Poor Jackson! Michael whimpered for his lover.
“Fuck you! Make me come!” Jackson yelled.
That wasn’t going to help. Michael wished he could help Jackson out, but Master Finn wasn’t going to be happy.
“Oh no, sweetheart. You’re lucky that you got to come once already and that was just because I know how much our baby loves to be filled by us.”
“I do!” Michael agreed. He appreciated Master Finn not making him suffer along with Jackson.
Master Finn glanced away from Jackson to smile at Michael. In that moment, he was Daddy Finn, not the big scary Dom or Marine. He was the gentle giant that held and rocked Michael when he got overwhelmed by the big mean world.
In his mind, Michael still saw Finn as the Master of the club, but in very special moments, he was Daddy. Michael wasn’t sure he understood the difference, but it worked for him. For them.
“But Jackson needs to learn his lesson before he gets to come for himself,” Finn told Michael.
