by Joyee Flynn
That was the plan for that night.
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Ramses
I was so glad when we finally got rid of James after work. He was a major hiccup in my plan. I hadn’t known he had the slightest feeling for Brad and I wasn’t sure I’d win the sexy little man.
But I couldn’t help but be intrigued at his idea of sharing Brad with him and his joining us in bed. The man was hot, after all.
“So are you ready to work out?” I asked Brad when we got to my house. He nodded nervously as I showed him where to change. Brad ducked into the bathroom and I waited until I heard the door open again before pulling off my shirt. He gasped and I toed off my nice work shoes and undid my pants.
“You’re getting naked,” he said in a lustful tone.
“I’m not shy.” I gave him a smile as I took off my pants, standing before him in only my boxer briefs. “We should stretch out.”
“Uh-huh,” he muttered as his shorts tented. “How?”
“In my favorite way,” I purred as I stalked towards him like he was prey. “You said you haven’t had much foreplay experience. Have you ever sixty-nined with someone?”
“No. No I haven’t. But how is that stretching out?” I smiled at him and pulled him onto the mats. It wasn’t really though I’m sure it stretched a person out a little bit. I just wanted the excuse to touch him.
I positioned Brad above me and pulled down his shorts, smiling when his cock was leaking and dropped some pre-cum on my lips. “Mmm, you taste good, baby.”
“I’m sorry if I’m bad at this,” Brad said hesitantly as he mimicked what I did. “I’ve never given a blow job before.”
“Just go slow and explore.” I almost blew when his soft tongue licked my dick. “Yeah, baby. That’s wonderful.” I swallowed his dick as he sucked on the head of my cock. It didn’t take long until we were both shooting down each other’s throats. When we were done Brad flopped onto me and giggled.
“I did it. I gave head.”
“You gave such fabulous head that if we didn’t have a workout planned I’d take you up to my room and ravage you, baby.”
“Isn’t that a form of working out?” he offered.
“Yes, but I don’t want to push you. Besides I did promise to help you get into shape.” But just to tease him I moved his legs wider and leaned up so I could lick his hole. “If you work hard and do a good job today I’ll show you what it’s like to get your ass eaten out afterwards when we shower.”
“I’m going to blow again,” he moaned. I smiled and rolled us so he was lying back on the mats. He smiled up at me shyly and I gave him a loud, smacking kiss before putting his shorts back in place. Then I helped him up and quickly changed.
After driving Brad back home, I had spent a good chunk of the night before outlining his workouts for the week. Today was arms and back along with some high-resistance cardio.
“This is called interval training. We do three sets of one type of exercise and then five minutes on the elliptical on a high incline with probably more resistance than you’re used to.”
“I’ll try my best,” he swore. I showed him the right position for bench pressing and started him off light. My little mouse did so well, listening to my teaching on how to breathe and push up the weight as he was supposed to. He couldn’t lift much more than a human his size would, but he was working hard.
After my turn I switched back to his level of weight and he did his next set. When we were done with chest presses, we hopped on the elliptical. Brad didn’t get very far on that and it was obvious to me that he had been doing it on a flat level with little to no resistance. I lowered his levels to half as much as I had planned when I thought he might pass out after a few minutes so he could finish the time.
“I’m so sorry,” he gasped when we were done, holding his sides.
“It’s fine, sweetie,” I panted, the level of exertion still enough to tire me as well. “We’re just working out and I’m gauging what level you’re at. There’s no wrong answers here or need to be embarrassed about anything.”
He smiled at me and it warmed my heart. His smiles were worth more than money or just about anything else to me. Brad happy made my day.
Forty minutes later we were stretching out on the mats, a good workout wrapped up. I had worked him pretty hard given the level he was at so he was pretty wiped. But I had been careful not to completely exhaust him. I did have a date with him that night after all.
“So you still want to go out with me tonight now that you know I’m seriously out of shape and apparently not been doing anything on my own that has helped my endurance?” he asked quietly as he followed me up to the kitchen. I was quiet as I handed him a bottle of water. I was mad at how little he thought of himself but it wouldn’t help any to yell at him. “I’ll show myself out.”
“Stop,” I growled and grabbed his shoulder, turning him to face me. “I didn’t answer because I was trying not to yell at you for being so hard on yourself. Not because I want you to leave, Brad.”
“Oh, right, okay,” he mumbled, lowering his head in shame. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry for thinking badly of yourself or that I’m shallow enough to hold your level of lifting weights and using the elliptical machine against you?”
“Um, both actually?” he asked more than said. “I didn’t mean to insult you. I just, you’re hot, and I can barely lift anything without wanting to keel over. Normally people in shape don’t want the ones who aren’t.”
“Your ass makes up for it,” I purred as I moved so I trapped him against the fridge with my arms. I nuzzled his neck and sniffed deeply. “And you smell good too. Such a deep musk of man. I love it.”
“Uh-huh,” he groaned.
“So will you stop picking on yourself and doubting that I want you?”
“I’ll try.” I gave him a quick kiss for being so agreeable and practically dragged him to the shower. I ate out his ass, as promised, making sure to please him well enough that he screamed out my name as he came. Then we quickly got clean and while I put on date clothes, he threw back on what he’d been wearing earlier to work.
Tonight was going to rock and end with Brad in my bed. That was the plan.
Chapter 3
Brad
I couldn’t get over that they both liked me. I mean, they said they did and I didn’t think either of them were liars, but I just didn’t get it. Why me? And not just one of the gorgeously attractive men… But two of them? It was like a crazy dream I never wanted to wake up from.
And they were willing to share me together.
Yeah, I kept pinching myself as I got ready for our date. I made sure to wash everywhere more than once just in case and trim what I thought I should. I mean, they might really spend some time between my legs and I wanted it to look good down there.
Ramses was waiting in the kitchen for me. I winced a few times as I got dressed, amazed how tender my muscles were after one workout with him. For months I’d been sweating my ass off doing straight, no-resistance cardio, and none of it had left me feeling like this.
I was glad I had accepted his help for so many reasons. The big one being he made my stomach flutter when he touched me and my heart race at every kiss. I picked out my cute jeans that made it look as if I had a ghetto booty and not like I should have had a wide load sign on my butt. It was December in Indianapolis so I also went with a sweater and undershirt with it, and my boots.
There was a knock at the door just as I finished putting a bit of gel in my hair, trying to make it behave for once. It wasn’t working. I gave up when I heard James’s voice and realized we could go now. I didn’t want them waiting for me and decide I wasn’t worth the wait.
“Wow,” Ramses gasped as I stepped out of my room. James stared at me and nodded. I couldn’t help my reaction… It was instinct. I turned and looked behind me to see what they were so focused on. And then I blushed when I realized it was me.
“You look edible, little
mouse,” James purred as he stepped over to me. I let out a giggle when he raised my hand to his lips and kissed it.
“Oh, why thank you.” I ducked my head at the praise, never having had someone react to me like that.
“You have something on you, sweetie,” Ramses informed me as James stepped back. I glanced down at my shirt, and then my pants but I didn’t see anything. He smiled and leaned over, brushing his hand over my butt.
“What was there?” I asked as I stared at him in confusion.
“Nothing,” he growled, his fangs popping out. “I just wanted an excuse to touch such a fabulous ass.”
“Wow, no one’s ever said that to me before,” I gushed. They both stared at me as if they were going to strip me down and have their way with me all night. As much as the head below my waist wanted that, I decided it might not be the best idea. “Where are we going for dinner?”
“Wherever you want, baby.” Ramses gave me a wink as he took my left hand in his. With my right hand I grabbed my keys, wallet, and phone, stuffing two of three in my pockets before we left. Then I locked my apartment up and slid the keys in my jeans.
“I’m not picky,” I quietly mumbled, not wanting them to think I was demanding or would be high maintenance.
James slid his hand in my free one and I felt a little odd. I think he sensed it because he switched to his arm around my shoulder. That was better. For a moment there I felt more like a kid being led around by his parents instead of a man being picked up for a date. I shook off the feeling and enjoyed their attention.
James opened the door to his Hummer for me and even the back one for Ramses, surprising us both. Once we were all inside and on our way, they kept throwing out restaurant ideas for me to decide.
“You invited me. You pick,” I finally said. I felt if I picked the restaurant and it sucked, it would be my fault.
“How about Olive Garden?” Ramses suggested. “I’ve had a craving for Italian.”
“Yeah, that sounds great.” Now we had a plan. James was a very careful driver which I appreciated even though we were in what was practically a tank in my eyes. When I finally decided what car I was going to get with the raise money I had from my promotion, I doubted it would be such a gas guzzler.
I was shocked when we got to the restaurant that we were seated almost right away. But then again, it was a Wednesday night and icky outside so it wasn’t that busy. James ordered a bottle of wine and I bit my lip. I wasn’t much of a drinker but I guessed I could try a glass.
“So Gavin tells me you’re a big reader. What do you like?” James asked me after we ordered.
“Um, I like to read paranormal fiction mostly,” I answered, leaving off the romance part. I wasn’t sure if I told them that I liked happily ever after stories that they wouldn’t think I was a sap.
“I saw some on your bookshelf,” Ramses hedged. “I like romance books too sometimes.”
“Oh, so you don’t think I’m silly for reading them?” I asked curiously.
“Not at all,” James said as Ramses nodded. “It’s nice to get lost from reality and have everyone happy at the end. I know I read them when I can’t sleep because I have so much on my mind. It gives me hope that maybe one day I’ll find a love like I read about.”
“Yeah, me too,” I agreed with a shy smile. “I always dreamed about finding someone who understood me like those couples do each other.”
“I thought I did once,” James admitted and then tossed back his whole glass of wine. I stared in shock and saw Ramses was doing the same. We shared a glance that let me know he had no clue what was going on either. “Gavin said I should be honest about my past.”
“Honesty is always good but if it’s painful enough that you’re going to start chugging wine, you don’t have to talk about it.” I gave him a weak smile and patted his hand.
“I’m six four and almost three hundred pounds, little mouse. It would take more than a bottle of wine to get me drunk.” I wasn’t sure what to say or do so I nodded as if I understood and sipped my wine. “I was so young when it happened. About fifteen years ago, while still in college, I fell in lust with one of the teaching assistants. He was so smart, so sexy without even trying that I was drawn in.”
Now I started drinking. I understood that he was unburdening his woes on us, but for me it was like sitting there and once again listening about one of his conquests.
“I kept asking him for help with my assignments, loving the way he’d explain things and the very sound of his voice. I was so excited when he offered to continue one conversation back at his apartment. My mistake was letting my guard down. I gave him my virginity and it was magical, exactly what I’d always hoped for. I lay there in the afterglow and thought that I’d found my happily ever after.”
He was quiet for a few minutes in which time the waitress brought our salad and breadsticks. Ramses ordered another bottle of wine and then we just sat there and picked at our food. This date was going in the dumps real fast and part of me wanted to cry. My first date and it was a disaster.
“So what happened? It doesn’t sound like it was a happy ending,” Ramses pushed when another five or so minutes went by and James didn’t talk.
“What? Right, sorry. Got lost in the memories,” he mumbled as he swirled his wine. Then he had some more and I really wanted to cry. Just because he might not end up drunk that didn’t mean he should be driving when he drank like this. “No, it didn’t end well. He got up and I asked if I was staying the night and he laughed.”
“He laughed?” I asked, my eyes going wide. “Dear gods, why?”
“He was keeping a list of all the students he banged. He had a friend who was another teaching assistant and they had a bet who could sleep with more of their students while they worked on their doctorates. The loser had to sleep with whoever the winner picked. I was just a number on the list.”
“That had to be devastating,” Ramses said gently as he rubbed his hand over James’s arm. “I can’t even imagine what you went through.”
“Yeah, but you’ve seen the end result,” he mumbled as he stared at Ramses’s hand, as if he wasn’t sure how to process the kind gesture. “I swore I’d never be anyone’s fool again. I didn’t turn around and become one of those douches that pulls the same shit on others or leads them on. I’ve always been very careful not to hurt anyone else and tell them up front what my limits are.”
“But you’ve never let anyone in either,” I finished for him.
“It’s not worth the risk.” He shrugged and bit into a breadstick. I blinked at him in shock. It wasn’t worth it? Then what the fuck were we doing here?
“Excuse me, I have to use the washroom,” I muttered and slid out of my chair. One of them called after me but I simply shook my head. I knew I was being sensitive, but to me the man just basically admitted during our first date we’d never go anywhere. Things couldn’t get any worse at this point.
Maybe I should just call a cab and be done with this disaster?
Once in the bathroom I turned on the cold water and splashed some on my face. I braced my hands on the sink and stared into the mirror. I was so stupid. James was never going to love me or want something real with me. All I was doing was ruining my chances to have everything I’d ever hoped for with Ramses. But did he deserve to date me when he knew I wanted James?
I wanted Ramses too now though. If I was honest, I wanted them both more than I thought possible. I glanced at the door in the mirror when I heard it open and then looked back at the sink when I saw it was James.
“I suck,” he whispered as he moved behind me and hugged me. “I wanted to be honest with you so you understood. I figured telling you everything was the best way to handle it. But this is my first real date and I blew it. I was trying to say that risking getting hurt again was never worth it to me until you. You are worth it to me.”
“You’re just saying that now because you understand how bad what you said was. If it’s how you really felt then you
wouldn’t have let that other stuff slip out.”
“I’ll forgive you for that because I know I’ve hurt you and ruined our date,” he growled as he spun me around to face him. “I’m a lot of things, Brad, but not a liar. I would never lie to you especially to lead you on. I want you and this to go somewhere.”
I opened my mouth to reply, to say I was sorry, but instead moaned when his mouth mashed down to mine. James kissed me within an inch of my life, practically making me cream in my pants.
“Give me a chance to finish the date and show you that I can handle something real.”
“If you promise to stop chugging down wine,” I whispered nervously, nibbling on my lip. “Drinking makes me nervous and you’re driving.”
“Won’t pour another glass and will eat all my dinner to soak up what’s in there. I swear it.”
“Okay, then let’s go finish dinner.” I gave him a hesitant smile, hoping he was serious about getting this date back on track and off disaster road.
“I need another appetizer first,” he growled and kissed me again. I melted in his arms, my amour back in high gear.
When we got back to the table, I met Ramses’s gaze and gave him a grin to let him know everything was okay. He sighed in relief and nodded that he understood. Our food came then and I dug in, famished after the workout.
“So tell me about your normal eating habits,” Ramses said when no one was able to start up the conversation again.
“I think I eat too much cheese,” I admitted as my cheeks heated up. “It’s intoxicating to a mouse shifter and I can’t seem to have just a little bit. I scarf it down.”
Ramses nodded and thought about that a moment. “Do you get a wheel of it normally or like a pound from the deli?”
“Yes, any and all forms that are edible.” I wasn’t sure what he was getting at but I was curious.
“Maybe try getting single servings of cheese then. Like snack size wrapped up or cheese sticks. That way a whole wheel or pound of it isn’t sitting there open and tempting you. Take one out from the kitchen and walk away from the fridge when you eat it. That way you have to make the conscious decision to get more instead of taking another slice when it’s easy.”