Polar Reaction

by Claire Thompson

  Jamie well understood the burning, fierce light he saw there. He knew the orgasm they'd given him had been rendered tenfold more exciting by the restraints. He recognized in Brendan's ardent reaction that Brendan, like himself, was deeply aroused by the sensual helplessness engendered by the cuffs.

  In their time together so far, Tuck and he had experimented with bondage from both sides. Tuck had permitted Jamie to bind him by wrist and ankle to the bedposts, but there had been no thrill. Tuck didn't seem to have whatever gene it was that turned vanilla sex into molten passion when one was bound and at the erotic mercy of another. Brendan, on the other hand, was obviously a kindred spirit in that regard.

  Tuck seemed to read Jamie's thoughts by giving voice to this observation. “He's as into that as you are, huh, Jamie? Maybe more so.” He rubbed his hands together with glee. “Just think of the fun I can have with the two of you. The erotic possibilities stagger the mind."

  "Hey,” Brendan said weakly. He cleared his throat. “Let me out of these cuffs, will you?"

  "I don't know.” Tuck grinned evilly. “I kind of like having you there, naked and bound. Maybe we'll tie down your ankles too. Leave you that way a while as punishment for making us wait so long to have you back again."

  "Very funny. Let me go.” Brendan jerked against the cuffs but Jamie noted with amusement that his cock, despite the recent orgasm, was twitching with interest.

  Tuck leaned up and released the cuffs. Brendan's arms fell heavily to the bed. Tuck sidled beside him and Jamie lay on his other side. They each took an arm, massaging the life back into it in short order.

  The sound of a clock chiming in the living room made Tuck sit up. “Shit. It's eight o'clock already. We have to go, Jamie."

  Jamie swung his legs over the side of the bed. If he hadn't called in sick the day before he wouldn't go in, but he didn't dare do it twice in a row. “There are bathing suits in that drawer.” He pointed toward the dresser. “Beach towels are on the bottom shelf of the linen closet in the bathroom. Feel free to go down to the beach while we're gone. There's plenty of food in the fridge and we'll be home before you know it."

  "I wish we didn't have to go.” Tuck stroked Brendan's cheek.

  "It's okay,” Brendan replied. “I probably need the time to recuperate from you two. You're going to kill me at this pace."

  "But it's a damn good way to die, huh?” Jamie quipped.

  Jamie had expected the day to drag, as eager as he was to return home to Brendan and Tuck. However he soon found himself caught up in his work, fascinated with the results of a complex experiment that was finally coming to fruition. When Tuck texted him on his cell phone that he'd meet him in five minutes at the car garage, Jamie was stunned to realize how much time had passed.

  When they got home, they found Brendan sitting on the porch, wearing a pair of Jamie's swim trunks, evidence of the sun on his bare shoulders and chest. He looked, Jamie thought, good enough to eat.

  Brendan had prepared a meal for them, hamburgers and french fries, along with a green salad. He served it proudly, along with a bottle of red wine. Jamie fondly recalled Brendan's one specialty at the polar lab, spaghetti and meatballs. So the man had two meals under his belt, he thought with an inward grin.

  After dinner, they took a long walk along the shore, talking about their research and the latest news. Jamie marveled at how right it felt, the three of them together, talking about their day as if they'd been together for years.

  They returned to the house and shared a second glass of red wine before retiring to the bedroom, each aware it had all been leading back to this.

  In short order the three of them again lay naked in the big, comfortable bed, this time with Tuck in the middle. Tuck turned toward Jamie and they gazed into one another's eyes. The love Jamie saw there took his breath away. At that moment, the last vestige of jealousy over the connection between Tuck and Brendan slipped away for good.

  Jamie had known he was taking a gamble when he had sent Brendan up alone to see Tuck the night before. After all, the two shared a history, however unrealized, that had predated him. He'd returned to his cottage to shower and shave. He'd dressed and made the drinks, but had been prepared, or so he told himself, to spend a quiet evening alone on his porch, letting the sea lull him into a peaceful reverie.

  If they had chosen to remain at Tuck's place, too caught up in finding each other again, he wanted to believe he could have handled it. Happily, he hadn't been faced with that eventuality. They had come home to him.

  Jamie was, for the first time in his life, truly in love. He knew, too, that Tuck loved him with all his heart. So where did Brendan fit in? He looked over at the sexy, blond man and his heart surged with affection. Was it love? If it wasn't, he knew in his bones the seeds for a love as deep and abiding as he already felt for Tuck were there.

  If only Brendan could find the courage to remain in the moment with them. If he didn't run and hide again, the three of them might find something truly unique together. He glanced at Tuck, who was regarding him with those dark, perfect eyes. It was as if Tuck had a direct conduit to his mind and heart.

  "I want you.” The words thrilled Jamie, as they always did when Tuck uttered them. Wordlessly he reached for a condom and lovingly slid it over Tuck's already-erect cock. Brendan moved apart from them, his eyes hooded as he watched Jamie roll to his hands and knees while Tuck positioned himself behind him.

  Tuck used his fingers, opening and relaxing Jamie's ass for his large cock. Jamie, aching for the onslaught, groaned and pushed back against the slick, lubricated fingers pressing their way into him. He was aware of Brendan's burning eyes.

  Tuck's hard cock took the place of his fingers, carefully but relentlessly entering him, spreading him, claiming him. Strong hands on his hips held him in place as Tuck filled him. A rich, buttery warmth spread through his body as Tuck began to move. He loved having Tuck inside him.

  He felt the warm grip of Tuck's hand, stroking his cock, and he moaned with pleasure. Tuck pulled him back hard, both hands on his hips. He realized then the hand on his cock must belong to Brendan.

  "Get on your knees too, Bren.” Tuck's voice was hoarse with lust. “I want you to be a part of this. I want to claim you through Jamie."

  Jamie understood in a flash what Tuck was saying and his cock, already hard, stiffened to the nth degree. Brendan didn't move at once, perhaps slower to grasp what Tuck intended, or else just resistant.

  "Grab a condom. Put it on Jamie.” Tuck's voice had slipped into the erotic tone of command he assumed when employing his brand of gentle but deeply arousing sexual dominance. Jamie's cock pulsed in anticipation. He held his breath, waiting to see if Brendan would obey.

  To his delight, Brendan reached for a condom. He tore open the packet and rolled it over Jamie's shaft, his fingers trembling. “Good,” Tuck crooned. “Now on your knees. Offer that sexy ass to Jamie and to me."

  Bren didn't move for a long, frozen moment, during which he stared at Tuck, his eyes blazing, his chest heaving. Tuck stared back, his powerful, erotic will like a palpable force in the room.

  Brendan dropped his gaze and crawled on his hands and knees to position himself in front of Jamie. Jamie draped himself over Brendan's back, just holding him for a while as Tuck, still buried inside him, began to move again.

  "Here.” Tuck pressed the tube of lubricant against Jamie's arm. Jamie moved back and took it, squeezing some onto his fingertips. He smeared it over his cock and leaned again over Brendan.

  "You good, Brendan? This is okay with you?"

  Brendan twisted his head back, his eyes glittering. “Yeah."

  Tuck remained still, deep inside Jamie but not moving while Jamie stroked and teased Brendan's puckered hole with his fingers. The muscles eased with his gentle attentions. He withdrew his fingers and moved forward, nestling the crown of his shaft between Brendan's spread ass cheeks.

  He felt Brendan tense and leaned up over him, his voice soft and coaxing. �
��It's okay, Bren. You're doing great. This is so fucking hot. I've always wanted to be in the middle like this. Do it for me."

  "For us,” Tuck said behind him, swiveling inside him in a way that made Jamie moan and push back wantonly against him.

  Brendan moved back ever so slightly, a silent cue for Jamie to continue. Carefully he pressed against the tight passageway, grunting with pleasure as the muscle gave way and allowed him entrance.

  Brendan stiffened. Jamie kissed him on the shoulder. “Just relax.” He reached around Brendan's body to find and capture his cock in his hand. A few strokes were sufficient to return it to full erection. Brendan sighed his pleasure. Jamie pushed forward carefully, his cock caught in the hot, tight glove of Brendan's passage.

  When he was fully inside Brendan, he turned back to Tuck and nodded. Tuck began to move again, pulling nearly out of him before thrusting back, driving Jamie's body against Brendan's, forcing his cock deeper into him.

  Jamie gripped Brendan's cock, pumping it as Tuck thrust in and out of him. They began to move in tandem. Tuck held him tight, his fingers gripping Jamie's hips as he pummeled him, pushing and pulling Jamie's body onto his cock. Each thrust forced Jamie's cock deep into Brendan.

  The room was ripe with the scent of sex and the sounds of grunting, panting men. Jamie was lost in sensation, awash in lust, no longer conscious of himself as a separate being. He was part of Tuck, an extension of his lover, guided and controlled by Tuck's movements, a direct conduit from Tuck to Brendan.

  They were three lovers brought together by their passion, as close at that moment as it was possible to be. Jamie was freefalling, surrendering to the sensations overtaking him from all sides. Tuck began to ejaculate inside him, his breathy cries punctuating each thrust. This set off a chain reaction. Jamie knew he was nearing the edge of no return.

  Somehow he managed to keep his hand on Brendan's cock. As he moved inside Brendan, he felt the sticky evidence of Brendan's release against his fingers. Then conscious thought was obliterated by the most blindingly intense orgasm of his life, ripping through his body like liquid fire.

  When he came to himself a few seconds later, he was still held aloft by the two men, one in front, one behind, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts beating on either side of him in time to his own.

  * * * *

  It was Saturday morning, the sky a perfect cerulean blue, the air fresh and clear. Tuck and Jamie stood watching as Brendan drove away, waving his farewell. They'd spent an incredible five days together, both Jamie and Tuck getting out of their labs as soon as they could each afternoon to race home to Brendan.

  Brendan spent his time alone lazing on the beach, straightening the house and cooking them dinner. After sharing the meal and good conversation, they invariably removed to the bedroom, hungry for more than food.

  The sex had been amazing, each new exploration more exciting than the last. Brendan was as hot for the cuffs and ties as Jamie was. They'd improvised, using the ankle cuffs on Brendan's wrists so Tuck could tether both of them at once to the head of the bed and fuck them, alternating between the two until he exhausted himself with pleasure. Tuck teasingly began to refer to the pair as his two willing slave boys, though the play was light and the bondage mild.

  But it wasn't only the bright, hot sweetness of their ménage that bound them together. Brendan was fast becoming an integral part of their lives, or so it felt to Tuck. Yet from the moment Brendan had arrived, Tuck knew the time would come when Brendan would have to leave. He had his life and his work back in Seattle, and a long drive ahead of him.

  He'd said he'd be back. Brendan had already put out feelers at Wexler for a position, and at the university as well. With Brendan's credentials and reputation, Tuck doubted he would have a problem relocating. If that's what he really wanted to do.

  Despite himself, Tuck couldn't forget how ardent and passionate Brendan had been while they'd been stranded, and then how cold and shut down he'd become so soon after. Though it was hard to imagine the same scenario playing itself out again, Tuck well knew the power of denial.

  Once alone again, returned to his own familiar territory and patterns of behavior, would Brendan convince himself yet again that what they'd shared was only the stuff of fantasy? Would he try to force himself back into his straight persona, determined to put the memories of Tuck and Jamie behind him once and for all?

  Once Brendan's car was out of sight, Jamie and Tuck dropped arms and walked up to the porch. They sat side by side on the rockers, staring past the trees to the shore beyond.

  "Let's go down and have a swim later, want to?” Jamie suggested.

  "Yeah, that sounds good."

  "Don't worry, Tuck."

  "About what?” He glanced away, unsettled by Jamie's uncanny ability to read his mind.

  "He'll be back."

  "How do you know?"

  "Some things you just know. He'll be back. Maybe not next week, but soon and for good. He's a part of us. It's no longer just about him, or about us. We're a threesome now. More than a couple plus one. More than a ménage. We belong together. It's all good."

  "I agree with you. But how do you know he does?"

  "I saw it in his eyes."

  All at once Tuck saw Brendan's beautiful gray green eyes in his mind. There had been tears in them when they'd embraced, but beyond the tears, something else. Jamie was right. There had been promise in them.

  Still, Tuck couldn't resist saying, “And what if he doesn't?"

  "If he doesn't...” Jamie's cheeks dimpled, “...then we'll just hop on my Harley and go get him. Don't forget, I know where he lives."

  Tuck laughed and nodded. “Meanwhile, we can buy a third rocking chair for the porch.” He dropped his hand lightly to Jamie's thigh. After a moment Jamie's hand covered his. Tuck's heart was full to bursting. Jamie was right. It was all good.

  * * * *

  "Dr. Aaronson."

  "Brendan. Glad I caught you. It's Horace. Horace Greeley."

  "Horace. It's great to hear from you.” Horace Greeley was the chief scientist and head of Wexler Institute where Jamie and Tuck worked.

  The week before, while still in California with the guys, Brendan had made a visit to the facility, letting it be known he was considering a move and was interested in possibilities. Horace had been out of town at the time.

  Brendan had met Horace at a symposium where he'd given a paper on his research two years before. Horace had sought him out, going so far as to offer him a position with his own lab and full staff if he'd consider relocating. At the time he'd shrugged it off, happy where he was.

  Brendan realized he was clutching the receiver. He eased his grip and waited to hear what Horace had to say. “I heard you were possibly interested in moving down to this neck of the woods. If that's still the case, the timing couldn't be better. We just got funding for an exciting new project that will study the diffusion-controlled metabolism for long-term survival of single isolated microorganisms trapped within polar ice cores. We have a topnotch young guy, David Tucker, who is also regarded as something of an expert in the field of deep ice cores. I was thinking of pulling him for the project. Do you know him?"

  "Yeah. I know him. Great guy. We worked together most recently on the Antarctic Deep Ice project.” Brendan strove to keep his voice neutral, trying to contain the bubbling joy rising in his heart just at the mention of Tuck's name.

  "Yes, yes, of course. So then, are you interested? We're ready to take you onboard as soon as you're available."

  Brendan was grinning so hard his cheeks hurt. “Horace, I'd be delighted. Count me in."

  They spoke a while longer and made arrangements for a face-to-face meeting to iron out the details. Horace made noises about adequate compensation. Brendan didn't tell him he'd pay for the chance to work at Wexler—anything to make it possible to be with Jamie and Tuck.

  Brendan hung up the phone and swiveled in his chair to face the window. It was happening. His dreams were clic
king into place. He savored the knowledge for several minutes while he calmed himself down enough to make the call.

  Turning back to his desk, he reached for the phone. Tuck answered on the second ring. “Hello?"

  "Tuck, it's Brendan. I'm coming home."

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  Claire Thompson lives and writes in upstate New York. She has written over forty novels, many dealing with the romance of erotic submission, along with a newfound passion for m/m erotica.

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