International Worlds Museum I: Metamorphose by J.J. Massa

International Worlds Museum I:

METAMORPHOSE

By

J.J. Massa

© Copyright by J.J. Massa, August 2012

© Cover Artist Eliza Black, August 2012

© ISBN 978-1-60394-718-3

New Concepts Publishing

Lake Park, GA 31636

www.newconceptspublishing.com

This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.

 “Don’t say anything,” Livia slid up on the bed beside his hip taking his hand. “Let Rand do his hocus pocus and then we’ll try to get you out of here. We can iron out the details later. How’s that?”

Don’t mind if I do…

Rand leaned over Wynn, thrilled at the acquiescence in his eyes. Without another word, he laced his fingers with Wynn’s, carefully avoiding the IV lines. Leaning down, he touched foreheads, cupping the back of Wynn’s head with his free hand.

Dimly aware of Livia sitting on the opposite side of the bed and holding Wynn's other hand, Rand tilted his chin forward covering the other man’s mouth with his own. A nip at his lower lip and Wynn opened, giving Rand full access to taste and explore. A hazy current seemed to blanket the three, drawing heat, urgency, electricity to the surface.

At first, Livia acted nervous, unsure. As the crackling energy wound around them, Rand began to feel the three-way connection build. Livia’s small hand found its way to Rand’s shoulder, rubbing him gently as she held onto Wynn.

His focus narrowed to one pinpoint. Wynn was kissing him back hungrily, need in every panting breath. Rand’s hand slid down the thin hospital gown covering Wynn’s chest, meeting Livia as together they pushed the sheet to his knees. Though her movements were slightly unsure, the young woman was committed, actively a part of their shaky triad.

Pulling the flimsy gown up out of the way, Rand stroked along one toned thigh and over Wynn’s flat abdomen. At twenty-eight, Wynn was firm and muscled, a banquet for the eyes. Since living in Los Angeles, Wynn had gained a light tan. Coupled with jet black hair and eyes the color of a vibrant lapis, Wynn was a beautiful man. Rand had always thought that, even during the time when Wynn’s hair was short, slicked back, his dress code was prim, and they had argued the better part of every day.

Still holding Wynn’s left hand, Rand slid his free hand around and pulled the tie on the annoying gown, tugging the thing away without looking up. He kissed and nibbled his way down Wynn’s neck to his clavicle, nipping and biting as he went. Wynn tugged their hands up and his long fingers found the button at Rand’s waist and yanked, taking some of the pressure off of his own rigid erection.

A choked gasp against his mouth told him that Livia had found Wynn’s hardened cock. She reached out and grabbed Rand’s left hand, pulling it down until both their hands wrapped around the throbbing flesh. Heat and energy surged around and through them as Wynn arched under their grip.

As the magic flowed, Livia's stimulation became obvious as she joined in,  mouthing her way up Wynn’s body, stopping at a tight, flat nipple. She sucked and nipped, her gaze colliding with Rand and then flicking away, down to the hot cock they held. Rand groaned at the picture it presented. Her dainty hand resting just below his, the tip of Wynn's dusky cock had swelled well beyond the foreskin and dripped clear fluid down over Rand's fingers. Rand adjusted his grip so that his hand was wrapped around Livia's, at the base of Wynn's sex. Leaning in, he traced his tongue up the large vein underneath. Wynn moaned and shifted, bucking slightly into the wet heat.

Still holding Livia’s hand underneath his, Rand sucked Wynn’s throbbing length into his mouth and swallowed around it. Twisting and arching, Wynn lost control, filling Rand’s mouth with his salty release.

One look combined with Wynn’s even breathing told him that the younger man had passed out.

“Whoa,” Livia groaned, sliding her hand out from under Rand’s to cup Wynn’s cheek briefly.

“Quite,” Rand agreed, carefully releasing Wynn’s hand and sliding off the bed.

“That was something else,” she murmured backing off of the bed as well and toward the wall, one hand outstretched almost in entreaty.

Speaking of something else…

Rand moved toward her lifting a brow in question and resting his palm against his aching hard on. While he liked men more than women, he was bisexual. Livia would have been appealing without the magic, even without the erotic goings on that had just taken place. But they had taken place.

 Livia bit her lip, looked over at Wynn and then back at Rand. “We’re in this together, right? All of us? From now on?”

Rand nodded, for the first time really looking at her as a potential partner rather than a rival for Wynn's affections—her gauzy skirt, the light top, shapely body, long, strong legs--she was sexy, very sexy. His eyes traveled up her body to lock on hers, dark and hungry.

“I’ve never felt like this before,” she confessed, her voice a choked whisper. “I wanted to climb up on top of him.” He stopped in front of her and she rested a palm on his chest.

“Shh,” he murmured snaking an arm around her waist. “It’s the magic, it enhances—magnifies everything. It’s sex magic. Remember? I told you…”

“Please,” Livia hissed. “Just—please.”

Oh yeah. PLEASE!

Rand slid a hand up her leg, pushing the filmy skirt out of the way until he came to the thin width of her cotton panties.

“Are you sure?” His voice was husky; they were both shaking with need.

Please be sure. Please be very sure.