Third Rail

by Santino Hassell

Jace’s eyes had grown very wide and his smile very very dirty. He put his fingers over Chris’s, jerking together in the saliva-slicked mess. A sigh of relief broke free of Chris’s lips. His half-smile returned as he settled into the rhythm and lifted his hips to hump their hands. He was so responsive and vocal. No hangups that I could see so far.

  “What do you think, Aiden?” Jace asked, shooting me a sly smile.

  I unzipped my fly. “I think I want to fuck you while you suck his dick, but right now I’m just enjoying the show.”

  Jace sunk down again, opening his mouth for Chris, but Chris gave me a look that had my balls tightening. For someone so insecure, so nervous, he had a way with a smoldering stare. Maybe it was those intense brown eyes or how his mouth had the ability to curve up in a sexy way he was totally unaware of. Whatever his magic was, it prompted me to pull out my dick.

  He looked down at it, then back to my face, as the wet sucking sounds of Jace’s mouth dominated the room. “There’s always later, right?” he asked with a gasp.

  “You damn right,” I said.

  My hand was a blur as I stroked myself in time with Jace’s head bobbing. I spit in my hand, wanting to feel what Chris was feeling, but knowing there was no way I could mimic Jace’s oral witchcraft.

  Chris was coming apart, though. It wouldn’t be long. He was humping Jace’s face now, gripping his hair tighter, and trying his best to cram his dick way down Jace’s throat.

  Jace complied, only coming up for air a couple of times, all while rolling Chris’s balls in his hands.

  “Ah, fuck, yeah.” Chris flexed his hips up. “Almost there.”

  His voice, so low and urgent and passionate, yanked me out of the chair. I strode across the room and clenched my hand in his shirt while I stoked myself. It didn’t ease the pressure building inside me, but being this close while he unraveled was the best. Especially since we were gazing at each other the moment he came so hard his body trembled and he thundered out a deep groan.

  Jace made a humming sound and sat up on his haunches. He’d barely steadied himself before I impatiently hauled him over. There was no question as to what I wanted. He sat on Chris, straddling him, while I towered over them both and used his mouth.

  I was harder on Jace, but my body was all razor wires and exposed nerve endings, and I wanted him to have both of us on his tongue.

  “You like tasting us both, baby?” I gritted out.

  Jace moaned around my dick. He whimpered and ground restlessly against Chris, who snapped out of his daze and stopped staring at me. Again with the zero hesitation as he pulled Jace’s dick out. He jerked Jace while Jace sucked me. The trifecta was complete when I leaned down just enough to capture Chris’s mouth.

  I released jets of semen onto Jace’s tongue while digging my fingers into Chris’s short hair and sucking on his tongue. My piece slid from Jace’s mouth when he cried out and spilled all over Chris’s hand. His voice was velvet sex when he was caught in the throes, and it never failed to send shivers down my spine.

  He melted onto the bed, boneless and smiling, and curling up in the sheets. “Imma take a quick nap.”

  Chris laughed. “For real?”

  “Mmhmm.” Jace kissed his chin. “Cat nap. Lightning fast sleep skills. Mattress Folk don’t fuck around.”

  He closed his eyes, and I patted Chris on the back.

  “I’m gonna shower. Why don’t you go get another beer?”

  “Uh.” He scratched the back of his head, confused but calm. “Sure. Sounds good.”

  I cracked a grin and chucked his chin. “He always does this. Trying to conserve energy.”

  “For?”

  “For later.”

  I enjoyed the intrigued flash in his expression and headed to the bathroom.

  I left the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel around my waist. It was pretty obvious that I intended to get naked fairly soon, but at this point there was zero need for discretion. We were gonna fuck. Multiple times if I had it my way. Maybe Chris would stay the night. The very idea sent tingles through my body. Never in nearly twenty years of being with Jace had we let someone sleep over. Usually, it was playtime then farewell.

  A peek into the bedroom showed Jace wasn’t the lightning fast nap taker he’d claimed to be. He was still curled up in a ball of deep olive skin and long black hair, so I left him alone. It wasn’t just the orgasm that had worn him out. It was two days’ worth of anxiety finally easing from his slight body.

  Chris wasn’t in the bedroom anymore, but I found him in the kitchen. He’d unfortunately kept his jeans on even though they were sagging low due to the belt being undone. He was slumped on the counter, mostly bent over, with his face pressed against the quartz countertop. His phone was in his hand, but he wasn’t looking at it.

  I came up behind him, padding barefoot on the tile, and pressed my crotch against his ass. He tensed, but didn’t pull away, even when I ran a hand up his spine before running my fingers through his dark hair.

  “I’d love to fuck you right here.”

  Chris pushed himself up and looked over his shoulder. His tongue flicked out to wet his lower lip. I was hard in a second.

  “You better put like fifty ounces of lube on that dick of yours first. I’m not about that bleeding booty life.”

  I snorted and patted his ass before moving to the refrigerator for another beer. “First off—not using lube doesn’t automatically mean an anal hemorrhage if you’re careful. Second—pretty sure you’re packing more meat than me, sweetheart. And I know for damn sure you plan to dick Jace down.”

  Chris slumped down again, bracing his face against his folded arm, and watched me guzzle down a beer. “That’s different though.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I’m a noob, and he’s a pro at getting dicked down?”

  Again, I nearly choked. “He’s a pro?”

  Chris cringed. “Wait, no. That sounds fucked up.”

  I kept laughing, slapping my hand against the counter and trying not to spit beer out. “I can’t wait to tell him.”

  “Aw, come on,” Chris complained, drawing himself to a stand. “You can’t go around using my bad jokes against me!”

  “I sure as fuck can.”

  He frowned and came around to my side of the counter. “You’ll be sorry if you do.”

  “Oh yeah?” I drained the beer in another deep gulp and slammed it on the counter. One step, and I had him caged against the edge with my arms outstretched on either side. He didn’t lean away when I crushed our bodies together, but he wet his lips again. Nervous. “What’re you gonna do about it, tough guy?”

  “Imma make youse tawk real fast so I can heah yuh accent.”

  The perfect imitation of the Irish-Queens accent I could never shake caught me so off guard that my shoulders shook with laughter yet again. He looked so pleased with himself that I couldn’t help leaning in for a brief kiss. The bad news was that a single taste of him made my cock throb. The good news was that he instantly leaned in for more. He definitely wanted it.

  “Ha.” I shifted ever so slightly and stood all up in his space, one of my knees between his thighs and my terry cloth-covered erection pressed against his side. “You think you’re funny?”

  “Yup. I’m a comedian.”

  “You’re fucking adorable.”

  Chris’s lip lifted in that tough guy sneer. Between that and the cut through his eyebrow, maybe he could have pulled it off. If not for the fuckable mouth, long eyelashes, and cute nose.

  “Dogs are adorable. Babies.”

  “Nah. Untrue. Adorable means charming, and you’re charming all the blood to my dick right now.”

  This time he laughed, and I could really just do this all night. Shoot the shit and make fun of each other while anticipating the moment when I split him open. Even if we didn’t get to it any time soon, hanging out with him was just fine.

  “How are you single?”

  Surprised washed over Chris, then embarras
sment. He had an overgrown, rich motherfucker with a carrot top grinding all over him, and still found a way to look awkward. The insecurity was strong in this one. I kissed his jaw then the side of his mouth. He leaned in again, and slid his arm around me, hand dropping to my ass.

  “Cuz there’s always plenty of better options around?”

  I leaned back, staring down at him. “How you figure?”

  Chris leaned back on the counter. He arched an eyebrow. “Let’s say I’m a girl, right?”

  “Right.”

  “Let’s say I’m a girl named Crystal. And I’m fucking gorgeous. Curly black hair down to a big ass, thick thighs, and an attitude that would send your whole squad home crying if you got on the wrong side of it.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Let’s say you’re Chris, and you had a crush on Crystal since like ninth grade. And y’alls names were similar so that shit was like fate.”

  I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing and earnestly nodded. He winked.

  “Bet. So me, as Crystal, thinks Chris is sweet as fuck. Especially since he impersonates my dad when calling the attendance office at school to keep truancy off my ass. He also does my homework sometimes, and he buys me bagels and Sunny D in the morning.”

  “Sweetheart, I’m trying to be serious but you’re making it hard.”

  Chris propped his elbows on the counter and made it a lot easier to grind on him. I buried my face into his neck for a minute, inhaling his cologne. He smelled edible.

  “Nah, this is old shit. No emo-ness remaining from high school drama. Just play along.”

  “All right.” I nodded seriously. “Go ahead.”

  “Okay, so like I said, Chris is a real sweet friend. And kinda cute. I looked at him a certain way for a minute, even followed him to the handball court by his house one time and held his hand, but then . . . I saw what else I was working with.” Chris made his eyes go wide and looked to the left. “Oh, nice to meet you, Angel. Your blond hair is so pretty. And those light eyes of yours . . . But wait—who’s that?” Chris looked to the right and bit his lower lip again. “Oh fuck. Hi, Raymond. Are you a real person or a figment of someone’s dirty-ass fantasy? A big tall dude with long hair and a dick print that prominent shouldn’t be allowed unless they’re looking at me.”

  Ahh, I saw where this was going.

  “And did he look at her?”

  Chris shook his head. “Nah. Ray was never one for sweating girls. They ended up being regular fuck buddies, but not until we were a lot older. Like . . . when Crystal was in college. She practically had to jump his oblivious ass.”

  How anyone so fine could be unaware of the heads he turned was a mystery to me, but then . . . Raymond had probably been used to it.

  “So, what happened with you and Crystal?”

  Chris shrugged. “She ended up hanging out with Angel in high school, and also wound up permanently on Steph’s shit list. Me and Tonya were armed with popcorn waiting for that fight, but it never happened. Stephanie recovered by having threesomes with me and Ray.”

  I couldn’t help it, I was laughing again. “Jesus Christ. You and your friends . . . I wish I’d been in your neighborhood, although I have like a decade on you. But, tell me more. Were you and Stephanie ever a thing?”

  “Nope. She just enjoyed getting dirty with me. We all had a good time.”

  “Uh-huh. And what about as an adult?” I pressed. “You have a good job, an apartment, you’re hot and funny. I repeat—how’re you single?”

  Chris released the long suffering sigh of someone who was asked a certain question a lot. “I dunno, man. I just made a habit of it as a kid and never learned how to break it, I guess.”

  It sounded more like his confidence had broken and he’d never reclaimed it. It was a goddamn shame. I pressed into him again, trailing wet kisses along his jaw. “Well, can’t say I’m sad about it.”

  “Yeah? Why’s that?”

  I bit his earlobe. “Because now your ass is mine.”

  Chris swallowed so hard his throat clicked. I stepped away and grabbed his hand.

  “Come back to bed with me. I wanna show you something.”

  He pushed away from the counter. “What’s that?”

  “How hard Jace comes when two dicks take turns on him.”

  All jokes faded away as Chris’s lips parted. No sound came out, but between that and his dilated eyes, I knew I had him. He left his phone behind and followed me to the bedroom, stripping off his shirt without having to be asked. There was a tattoo on his shoulder I hadn’t noticed before—stylized versions of tragedy and comedy masks that looked like skulls. I glanced from the tattoo to his face, and saw his gaze was on Jace.

  Jace was sex embodied in a very beautiful man. Even sleeping, with his sweatpants long abandoned and nothing but tiny black briefs hugging his round ass, he was captivating. The fact that he’d rolled onto his stomach so that ass was presented for us both to gaze at just made it better.

  I dropped the towel and straddled Jace’s thighs as Chris looked on.

  “What are you gonna do?”

  I ran my palm up Jace’s smooth back before dropping down to his round ass cheeks. I tugged his underwear down, then pressed his cheeks apart so I could see his tight hole.

  “I’m gonna wake him up.”

  Playing with Jace was always a thrill, even after all this time, but it was better with an audience. With Chris it was ten times as hot.

  I dipped my chest down and licked a stripe from the small of Jace’s back down to his ass, knowing Chris was watching with that smoldering stare. Knowing he was getting hard and probably gripping his dick.

  Jace stirred, making a soft sound. It escalated into a full-on moan once I was tongue fucking him. Flicking the tip against his hole, then spearing it inside and driving in and out, making sure to massage those sensitive nerve endings and the hole that was always hungry for a dick, or a finger, or a tongue.

  Jace groaned and shifted out of sleep easily. He drew his knees up and dipped his chest down so his ass was in the air, in the perfect position for me to torment. And I did. Made love to his sweet ass while he whined and humped the bed, trying to drag his dick against the mattress and panting in frustration when it didn’t work.

  I felt more than saw Chris move closer. Glancing up, I first spotted the heavy curve of his dick in his boxer briefs, then the way he was smoothing hair out of Jace’s face. His fingers dragged down along Jace’s cheeks, thumb pressing against Jace’s bottom lip, as they stared at each other.

  I smiled.

  This was going to be fun.

  Jace Fairbairn

  * * *

  Chris liked to touch, a fact that had me hooked on him from day one because I liked to be caressed, petted, fondled—anything to do with someone’s hands being all over me. And his were.

  Even as he guided my face to his groin, he was stroking my hair and grazing his fingertips along my smooth jaw, all while staring down at me as if he was transfixed. There was a butterfly explosion in my stomach when he smiled. I covered it up by rubbing my face against his crotch, an invitation to fuck my face while Aiden played with my ass.

  “Fingers or dildo?” Aiden asked in his low gravelly voice.

  “Finger me,” I breathed against Chris’s dick. “Please?”

  Aiden made a dirty humming sound and smacked my ass cheek. Chris’s hands tightened in my hair. I kept mouthing at him through the fabric, and loved the way he rocked against me as the damp spot grew.

  “You’re so hot, Jace,” he muttered. “I’m so fucking horny right now.”

  I braced myself on one hand and used the other to tug the band of his underwear down. The slick head of his dick poked out, and my stomach coiled again. I’d just had it in my mouth a few minutes ago, but I was still hungry for more.

  He didn’t stop me from licking the slit, but his grip did tighten once I lost my balance after Aiden shoved his long thick fingers into my ass. They were covered in lube�
�I could tell by the way he went from slowly pressing in to battering my hole and the sloppy squelching noise that followed.

  “Oh . . .” I backed off Chris and let my face drop down to the mattress. “Yes.”

  “Fuck, he’s into that,” Chris said hoarsely.

  “He loves it. I can make him blow just from playing with his ass.”

  “Don’t,” I panted. “Please, not yet.”

  “Why not?” Aiden’s voice always got lower and rougher when he was turned on. Even more so when we had company. Like us playing with others unlocked a part of him that he usually kept secret. “Tell us what you want, baby.”

  I panted as those fingers worked in and out, and then lost my mind once they found my sweet spot. My whole body vibrated, and when I tried to speak, a deep moan poured out.

  “Come on, sweetheart,” Aiden growled. “Or I’ll play with this sweet ass until you blow your fucking load. Then you won’t be able to handle my dick being in you, will you?”

  I shook my head desperately, but he had me on the brink already. Bastard.

  My lips trembled as shockwave after shockwave rocked through me. I pried my eyes open and blearily looked up at Chris. He’d taken out his dick and was stroking it nice and slow. He had that same awed look on his face.

  “Fuck me,” I breathed. “Take turns. And go really hard.”

  Aiden moaned behind me. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” He pulled his fingers out and tapped my opening with the fat head of his cock. I clenched as soon as it touched me, wanting it inside where I could clamp down on it, but he kept teasing me. Dragging the pre-come–slicked head along my ass cheeks and then pressing it to my hole.

  I made an unhappy sound and kept watching Chris. He was biting his lower lip again, and wearing the dirtiest smirk I’d ever seen on him. He’d gone from staring at me to watching Aiden drizzle more lube all over my ass. Those big brown eyes lit up once Aiden’s cock prodded and pushed inside.

  Big hands pushed my cheeks apart, and then Aiden was plunging in deep and hard.

  “Yeah,” Chris whispered. He stroked himself faster, staring at Aiden as he pounded me without mercy. “Fuck that ass.”