Calvin loosened his tie and turned with a smirk. He tossed his jacket and tie on the bed. “No, it’s not. You just can’t do more than kiss. There’s no rule about needing to be dressed.”
Emory scoffed. “You’re insane if you think I can get naked with either of you and not do more than kiss.”
“What was that?” Graham asked from the hallway. “Are we trying to have a quickie before we hit the road?”
Calvin’s first instinct was to say no. There was a schedule. He’d made plans. But the words died on his tongue, reeking of boredom and complacency.
“Sure.” He shoved his pants down and crawled backward on the bed, making a come here motion toward Emory and Graham.
“What?” Graham laughed and pushed Emory into the bedroom. “Are you serious? I thought we had somewhere to be.”
Calvin slipped his fingers under the waistband of his briefs and slid them down his legs. “Our plans are being with each other for the weekend. We can do that here and there.”
Emory was naked and on top of him before Calvin blinked, his hot mouth licking shapes and swirls around Calvin’s neck. Graham approached slower, his eyes roaming over Calvin’s and Emory’s bodies.
“Come on, tiger,” Emory called over his shoulder before snaking a hand between their bodies and wrapping his fingers around Calvin’s cock.
“God damn.”
Emory widened his hold and rubbed his cock against Calvin’s, grinding and bucking his hips. He sucked on Calvin’s earlobe, and Calvin’s cock leaked against his stomach.
“What’s the plan?” Graham stripped and joined them on the bed. He stretched out beside Calvin and Emory, his face beside Calvin’s on the pillow.
Emory pressed his thumb into the slit of Calvin’s cock and he cried out, arching off the bed. Graham chuckled. “Maybe I’ll watch.”
“How do you want me to make you come?” Emory whispered into his ear.
Calvin was at risk of coming just like that; he could barely think straight with Emory’s hand and cock rubbing against him the way it was.
“You should fuck him,” Graham suggested.
Calvin’s eyes rolled back.
Emory slid his hand lower, the tips of his fingers spreading Calvin’s cheeks apart and pressing at his hole. Emory leaned down and licked the shell of his ear. “Mmmn. Is that what you want, boss?”
Calvin managed a nod, and Emory teased the precum slick pad of his finger against his pucker. Graham rolled to the edge of the bed and returned with lube and a condom, which he passed to Emory. Emory opened the lube and coated his fingers, returning them to between Calvin’s legs, quickly sinking two inside of him.
Emory prepped him differently than Graham had. Where Graham was forceful in a thoughtful way, Emory was thorough and focused. He pulled his fingers back until just the tips were squeezed by that tight ring of muscle, then he pushed back forward, twisting his wrist until he was buried to the knuckle.
A third finger joined the first two and Calvin reached out, searching for Graham. Their hands touched and Calvin grabbed his fingers, squeezing tight when Emory scissored his apart to make room for himself.
“Do it,” Calvin pleaded, shoving Emory’s hand out of the way.
“Pushy,” Emory teased, picking the condom up from the bed and unrolling it down his length. He situated himself between Calvin’s spread legs and pushed inside with the same kind of smooth motion he’d used with his fingers before.
Everything about Emory was so different from Graham, but somehow it still made Calvin feel like he was at home. And even though Graham was there beside him, Calvin found himself wanting the physical connection from both of his lovers.
“Don’t just watch,” he rasped, turning his eyes toward Graham. He licked his lips and tapped his lower lip with his hand, indicating what he wanted him to do.
Graham growled and moved his weight, straddling Calvin’s face, his balls resting hot and heavy on Calvin’s chin.
“Is this what you need from me?” He raised up and angled his cock toward Calvin’s mouth.
In reply, Calvin stuck his tongue out and licked the underside of Graham’s cock. He pushed it down and slid into Calvin’s throat with ease. Calvin’s own dick jerked against his stomach as Emory’s cock danced over his prostate with every pump of his hips.
This might be heaven. He’d been right earlier. They didn’t need to go on a trip. They didn’t need to go anywhere. Everything Calvin needed was right here in his bed.
Emory wrapped his hand around Calvin’s cock and pumped him twice. Calvin closed his eyes and let his feelings wash over him. All the patience, and trust, and love, and want. He came, his cock pulsing and leaking against Emory’s hand.
Emory made a pleased noise, his hips slapped harder against the backs of Calvin’s thighs, and he leaned forward, pushing deeper. He reached around Graham’s face, dragging his cum-soaked fingers over Graham’s parted mouth.
“Jesus,” Graham groaned, sucking Emory’s fingers into his mouth while he filled Calvin’s mouth. “You taste so good, Cal.”
Calvin hummed, the muscles in his throat tightening and vibrating around Graham’s cock, milking his orgasm straight into his mouth. Graham pulled back as he came, his release pooling on the back of Calvin’s tongue. Before he could swallow, Graham was gone, and Emory yanked him upward, slamming their mouths together.
Emory’s skillful tongue scooped Graham’s cum out of his mouth with a pleased sounding purr. He broke the kiss and licked his lips, reaching out for Graham and kissing him next. Calvin watched his husband and lover battle through their kiss, Graham winning out when Emory’s thrusts grew jerky and rough.
Emory shouted his orgasm into Graham’s mouth, his fingers digging bruises into Calvin’s thighs. Graham’s hand reached out, settling on his chest, his fingertips flexing into the skin.
Calvin closed his eyes and relaxed, his body feeling used and warm. He listened to Emory and Graham kiss each other, then Emory’s cock slipped out of him and his muscles contracted. Reaching up to his chest, he patted Graham’s hand, stretching his other arm out and resting his fingertips against Emory’s thigh.
“We’re going to be late to wherever we’re going if we don’t get going,” Graham finally said, leaning down and kissing him. Calvin could taste both of their orgasms on his tongue, only lamenting the absence of Emory’s cum.
He licked his lips.
“We should clean up.”
Emory snapped the condom and tied it in a knot before flinging his legs over the edge of the bed. He rested his forearms on his legs for a breath before standing and wagging a finger at Calvin and Graham.
“No funny business. I’ll be in the shower.”
“Be quick,” Calvin suggested.
“Or we’ll be late?” Emory winged an eyebrow up and disappeared out of the bedroom.
When the water turned on down the hall, Graham leaned down and kissed him again, this time a gentle gesture against the corner of his mouth.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“What for?” Calvin asked. He looped his arms around Graham’s shoulders, and Graham pulled him until they were both sitting.
“Our life,” Graham answered. “The old one, and this new one.”
“It’s more than just me,” Calvin reminded him.
“I know, but it wouldn’t be here without you.”
“Or you.”
Graham shrugged. “Yeah, well.”
Calvin smirked and slapped Graham’s chest. “Go rinse off so we can leave.”
Graham stood up and stretched, the round curves of his body radiating strength and power. Calvin had always loved the way Graham’s chest hair tapered down his stomach. He rolled across the bed and pressed his face against Graham’s thigh.
“Did you do the other thing we talked about?” Graham tousled his hair.
Calvin kissed the inside of his thigh. “I will next week.”
“You still want to do it, right?”
Calvin stood up and took Graham by the hand, pressing a soft kiss against his knuckles.
“Yeah, G. I still want a divorce.”
Graham nodded and disappeared down the hall, joining Emory in the shower.
Twenty-Three
Graham
After their morning tryst, Calvin’s basic instincts must have kicked in and he’d shuffled Graham and Emory out of the house in record time. He hadn’t been forthcoming with the trip he’d planned, besides saying everyone needed swim trunks and not much else. Graham’s body tingled with the anticipation of a weekend spent with Emory and Calvin in various states of undress, and the three hour drive was nearly torture.
Halfway through the drive, Graham took a look around and made an educated guess about their destination.
“Mountains?”
Calvin fought a smile. He could see it when his eyes flicked up in to catch Graham’s in the rearview mirror.
An hour later, Calvin pulled into a small strip mall parking lot at the base of Mt. Moller. He left the ignition running and jumped out of the car.
“Be right back!” he called over his shoulder, disappearing inside.
“This is new,” Emory said, craning his neck around from his position in the passenger seat. It wasn’t a question, but Graham nodded anyway.
“He’s not a spur of the moment kind of guy.”
“I didn’t think so.” Emory settled back into his seat and reached his arm back, swatting around until he hit Graham’s knee.
“It’s because of you,” Graham said, giving Emory’s fingers a tap.
“No,” Emory scoffed.
“We were drowning,” Graham whispered, leaning forward so his breath puffed through the space between the seat and the headrest, landing soft against the back of Emory’s neck.
Emory turned and narrowed his eyes at Graham through the crack between the seats. He curled his fingers over the seatback and studied Graham’s face.
“Can you imagine?” he asked, a reflective look in his eye.
“Imagine what?”
There were lots of things Graham could imagine. Some he wanted to, and some he didn’t dare.
Graham caught movement from the corner of his eye and he looked away, watching Calvin approach the car with two overstuffed bags of groceries in his hands. Emory righted himself in his seat and leaned over to open the driver’s door for Calvin.
“If I’d let your sorry ass fuck me that night in your office,” he answered.
Calvin dropped the groceries onto the driver’s seat, and Graham laughed at Emory, wondering what things would have ended up like if he’d slept with Emory then. He’d always thought there was something special in the fact the first time he and Calvin had been with Emory had been together, as if that somehow made him theirs.
Or maybe, made them his.
“What’s funny?” Calvin passed the bags back to Graham and he set them on the floor behind the driver’s seat.
“Nothing,” Emory answered. He slid his sunglasses up his nose and smiled as Calvin buckled his belt and backed out of the parking place.
Twenty minutes up the mountain pass, Calvin parked in front of a stone cabin and cut the ignition.
“We’re home.” He smiled at them both and stepped out of the car to stretch. Graham and Emory joined him, Graham with the groceries in hand, and they followed Calvin up the winding brick and stone walkway to a large, dark wood front door.
Calvin checked his phone, then stabbed out a code on a lockbox to get the key and let them all inside. The cabin was beautiful, made of rich woods and natural stone. They walked through a spacious living area with overstuffed couches and throw pillows that faced a large fireplace stocked with an iron basket of wood to the side.
“There’s two bedrooms.” Calvin gestured down a hallway as he passed it. “And then there’s this.”
Calvin tugged open a large sliding glass door that let them out onto a wooden deck that was nearly as large as the living room itself. There was a hot tub in the corner and four Adirondack chairs. They faced the mountains, which were beyond the railing.
“I’m so ready for this.” Emory pointed at the hot tub and disappeared back into the house. He returned a few moments later in a scandalous looking swimsuit with a bottle of champagne and a premade snack plate in hand. “This was in the fridge.”
“We should put on trunks it looks like,” Graham suggested. He dropped a kiss on Emory’s cheek and pushed Calvin toward the bedroom, where Emory had already lugged their bags.
They both changed quickly, not paying each other much attention, but Graham paused to admire the firm lines of Calvin’s thighs as he bent over and stepped into his shorts.
“This was a great decision, Cal,” he praised softly.
Calvin looked over his shoulder and straightened, adjusting himself in his shorts. “I’m glad you think so. It’s pretty here.”
Graham dressed and held out a hand for Calvin, who bypassed him and dragged his finger over the thick patch of hair that led into Graham’s trunks. He smiled and walked past, joining Emory on the deck. Graham followed, happily lowering himself into the hot and bubbling water where Emory and Calvin were already submerged.
“This is the literal best.” Emory lifted his champagne glass and slipped lower into the bubbles.
Calvin eyed them both from the other corner of the hot tub, his own glass of bubbly raised to his lips. “I’m glad you approve.”
“I’d be happy with you anywhere.” Emory closed his eyes.
Graham looked beyond the deck railing to the mountains that surrounded them. It was beautiful here. Relaxing and peaceful, and they’d only arrived. The trees were green and lush, the sky, a blue that was a perfect echo of Emory’s eyes. The sun slipped toward the horizon and cast the valley in a wash of pink and orange that made everything look like it was on fire.
It was beautiful.
His husband was beautiful.
His lover…beautiful.
“Pass me the snacks.” Calvin held his hand out and Emory offered him the small plate piled with cheese and crackers and fruit.
Calvin popped a raspberry into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully, setting the plate on the edge of the hot tub.
“Are you excited to sell the house?” he asked, glancing toward Emory before biting into another berry.
“Yes.” Emory slumped into the water and smiled. He’d agreed on a twenty-one day escrow, which left him with just over two weeks to go.
“Have you decided where you’re going to go?”
"I was going to rent for a bit until I can find something new. I was thinking of downsizing, you know.” Emory laughed and sipped his champagne.
“You mean you don’t need an entire city block to yourself?” Calvin raised a speculative brow. “Where are you going to put all those clothes?”
“Maybe I’ll just split them between my future humble abode and your house,” Emory teased.
Graham inhaled a sharp breath, the idea of their clothes mingling together made him feel…right. As it was, he and Emory both had taken to leaving things behind at Calvin’s. Toothbrushes, deodorant, pajamas, a few work outfits. Calvin had left Graham’s side of the closet empty after he’d moved out, and it was nice to see it filled again, even if it was him and Emory now doing the filling.
Especially because it was him and Emory now doing the filling.
“You can move in whatever you want.” Calvin bit into a chunk of cheddar cheese. “Stay as long as you like.”
Emory snorted, but Graham recognized the seriousness in Calvin’s features.
“We discussed this,” he reminded them both.
Calvin’s eyes darted across the hot tub before shifting to stare out at the mountains. He took a drink of his champagne and remained silent.
“I was thinking of renting one of those lofts downtown,” Emory continued, either not seeing the tension in Calvin’s shoulders or choosing to ignore it.
“By your office?” Graham asked. He stretc
hed a leg across the tub and poked Calvin in the knee with his toes. Calvin smiled, but continued to stare out at the mountains.
“Yeah. There’s these converted bank lofts. They’re like three thousand square feet.”
“Is that enough room for all your ties?” Calvin asked, a slight turn of his head back in their direction.
“It takes a lot of space to not always look like you’re dressed for a funeral, boss.”
Calvin snorted and finished off his champagne.
“You’re in a mood,” Emory remarked, turning his entire body toward Calvin. He plucked the empty glass from his hand and refilled it, licking the bubbles from the top before returning it into Calvin’s waiting hand. “I thought we were supposed to have a nice and relaxing weekend together.”
“We are.” Calvin smiled, but his face quickly returned to a scowl.
“Come on now. What’s wrong, boss?” Emory slid across the bench seat in the hot tub and nestled in next to Calvin.
“I want you to move in,” he grumbled, looking up at Graham. “And I want you to move back.”
“We talked about this,” Graham sighed.
“Barely! And I wasn’t wrong with what I said. That house is your home.” He turned to Emory and cupped his cheeks. “And I want it to be your home, too.”
Emory twisted his face up into a weird little grimace and covered Calvin’s hands with his.
“I have a lot of ties,” Emory mumbled.
“I know.”
Calvin leaned in and kissed Emory. It was slow, and it was beautiful, and it made Graham’s heart twist around itself. He rubbed his left thumb against his ring finger where his wedding band used to be. Emory whimpered and the water swished, and Graham was aware of two sets of eyes on him.
“I don’t think there’s enough room for all of our clothes.”
“I’ll use the guest room,” Emory offered. He rested his head on Calvin’s shoulder and reached across the hot tub, patting the surface of the water with his hand. “Come on, tiger.”
Graham pushed off the seat and floated over to them. Emory tangled their fingers together and yanked him closer. He bumped into Calvin, and Calvin wrapped his arm around Graham’s waist, keeping him steady.
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