Double Rolled: An MMF Bisexual Romance

by Aly White

  I shake the thought away from my head before I reach for Maxene’s hand and kiss the back of it. “You look exquisite.” I look straight into her eyes with a smile on my lips. Caleb, on the other hand, is more direct and immediately kisses her lips and comments on how beautiful she is as well.

  “Did you two argue while I was gone, hmm?” our mistress asks with both of us lying by shaking our heads. I don’t think both of us don’t want her to worry again about our crumbling relationship. “Good, now, let’s go before we become late.” She holds both of our wrists, and we immediately follow her exit our mansion.

  The sight of the high gates gives me shivers down my spine as our limousine rolls inside the compound of my parent’s mansion. I can feel my palms sweating as we come closer and closer to the front door. I tear my eyes away from the window and rub my palms on my pants.

  Maxene places her hand on mine while Caleb holds my other hand, it is as if these two are trying their best to tell me that I am not alone in this. I smile at the sight of two differently sized hands, and both of them are those of whom I love the most. I shouldn’t be scared, not anymore, because I have these two with me.

  It is the oldest butler, the one who was my constant companion when I was younger, Albert that opens the car door and peeks inside. He greets us with his aging smile. “Welcome home, Master Tristan and guests. Please, do come inside.”

  Caleb

  I rarely encounter silence, so I am not exactly sure how it feels like to have a very silent environment, given my line of work. But today is the day that I realize how it is more deafening than noise itself.

  Not a single soul in the dining hall—which Tristan insists that it is only a dining room—is talking and I feel if I do, they will all look at me badly, and that doesn’t really leave a good impression on both of Tristan’s parents.

  If I could say so, this is one of the few occasions that I am nervous out of my wits, but I somehow manage to look as calm as I even managed to piss off Tristan earlier with how calm I am feeling, but truthfully, this is just like the calm before the storm. There is a chance that I might explode tonight, and I wouldn’t want that because I’d like to keep my good image intact.

  I look at Maxene and obviously, she looks so stiff considering that she isn’t really used to the silence as I am, being two people in the same industry that always have been accompanied by sound, something like this is just so awkward for the both of us. Seriously, someone should at least start a topic or whatever.

  But then again, be careful of what you wish for.

  “I seriously can’t believe that you are friends with my brother, Max!” I swear to god, Tristan’s sister is like a landmine, you’ll never know when she will suddenly explode with this high energy of hers.

  Compared to Tristan who obviously has a calmer temperament, Trini is definitely the opposite. I can’t even imagine these two getting along, but they really do, Tristan is closer to Trini than to anybody in his family.

  “How did you meet him?” Trini asks, curious beams coming out of her eyes.

  I see Maxene twitch at the bit as she knows very well that the beginning of our relationship with her isn’t really exactly something that you would say to a seventeen-year-old girl like Trini. But she doesn’t stutter when she tells her, “We met at the restaurant where I once worked as their pianist.”

  “Oh! I did hear that from your interviews, that is where Caleb discovered you, right?” I have never seen someone so excited as Trini up close, well, probably because I was never the producer of One Direction and Justin Bieber, and I am glad I’m not. This excessive use of energy just tires me out, it just feels like I, a grown adult, is keeping up with a running toddler that has a lot more stored energy than I do.

  I’d like to butt in, but I don’t think I am exactly in the right place to answer the questions that are being thrown to Maxene unless it is something that Trini mustn’t know as her supporter.

  “No, no, we just saw each other there, no conversation whatsoever but that is the first time I saw both Tristan and Caleb,” Max explains.

  “After that, what happened?”

  Everybody is keen to listen to Maxene’s little storytelling on how I actually hired her in our studio. As I recollect my firsthand experience on how amazing she is as a singer, it makes me smile at the thought that I am one of the reasons why she is where she currently is now.

  I am sure she is very grateful for the things that I have done for her. But despite being a big factor to her fame, in the end, all of these are the result of her hard work and dedication to her craft.

  Not for long, the attention then falls on me as the person who brought Maxene’s talent to light. And the first question comes from the person I least expect to talk to me, Tristan’s father. “What about you, Caleb? How is your studio coming along? I heard the sales have risen because of your new talent, Maxene, here?”

  “Well, yes, everything is coming along good as of now.” I place a hand on Maxene’s and look at her gingerly. “Thanks to Max, everything is going well for the company. We are already juggling so much offers since her debut, but we have to make sure that our artist can manage it. I do not want Max to pass out because of overfatigue.”

  “Yes, yes, health is important. I hear people die because of overfatigue.” Tristan’s mother adds even if she often looks like she is oblivious to the things that we talk about.

  I got to say, Tristan’s family is quite bizarre considering how the family actually thinks and acts differently from one another—the father is the prideful type, the mother is the oblivious member of the family, Tristan plays the role of the dutiful son, and Trini is that overly passionate little sister.

  No wonder Tristan can’t stand being in the same place as his family, setting aside the fact that his father isn’t really the most accepting person in the world.

  It is then I come to remember why we are here. Tristan is about to introduce Maxene to the family as his girlfriend and leaving me only as his best friend that apparently just decided to come along to this revelation to the family. I sigh inwardly at the thought that I will never officially be declared as Tristan’s boyfriend and I will always be hidden in the dark like I am some kind of sin that he is committing, when I am the one who he met first before anyone else, before Maxene.

  I don’t take any of these against Maxene, but it just feels like I am being taken aside after everything that Tristan and I have been through. I pick up my glass of wine and take a little sip from it, watching everybody enjoy the small conversations that are being exchanged on the table, except for Tristan who is still as silent as he is, the moment that we got here in his family’s mansion. I give him a little kick under the table as I sit in front of him and he looks up at me with me pointing my eyes to his father’s direction.

  He first shakes his head, obviously scared of what his father would say, but I give him another kick, making him flinch. He looks at me like a wounded puppy when I stared at him sternly. Tristan’s father might have noticed me looking at his son with him suddenly interrupting us, “What is it, Caleb? Is my son bothering you?”

  I switch my facial expression from a serious one to a smile that I have rehearsed so when I talk to the people of the media, none of them would know if I am telling the truth or not. “I think your son wants to tell you something.”

  “Tristan has something to say, you say? Pah!” He throws down his table napkin on his finished plate and points toward Tristan’s direction. “That boy won’t be saying anything because he is useless. What kind of smart man will choose a job in modeling? That is preposterous!”

  The old man’s answer makes my lip twitch a bit, he definitely does not know anything about his son and how hard he works his ass off every day, he even got himself signed into international clothing brands that continue to bring him his fortune.

  But with him answering this way, Tristan has finally found his courage to talk back to his father. “Just so you know, dad. I’m doing fine with
my career. In fact, I have increased my net—”

  The chair where Tristan’s father is seated scrapes against the floor as he pushes himself away from the table. It is obvious that he doesn’t want to hear anything more from his own first born. I don’t understand why he can’t be happy about his child being successful in his field, just because he is a politician doesn’t mean it is bad to have a son who wants to work in a career where he believes is the world where only women can tread.

  I cannot take it anymore. With Tristan’s father walking away, I slam my hand on the table, making the long dining table shudder with the sudden impact. All of them look at me, even with his father just side eyeing me.

  “You don’t know a single thing about what your son has been through all these years. He has worked as hard as anybody in any profession. Don’t ever think that modeling is an easy job. Like any job, your son has faced rejection, discrimination, and all of the bad things that go on in any workplace.

  “For you to just ignore him reflects so much on your attitude as his father. Are you even ashamed? To think that one of your party members is actually fighting for the rights of those who are abused, not just physically, but mentally and verbally, you are a clear example of a person that should be sued because of it. Walk the talk, old man. Don’t act like you’re this goody two shoes that people know.”

  That’s it. I have finally exploded. I have been holding that back for the longest time in my life, but I didn’t really expect me to blow up that easily with just a little trigger.

  But he has to know about that, about everything that he has been doing to his own son just because he does not have the profession that he deems of that of a man or something that uses more brain power than just posing. Tristan is not the stereotypical dumb model, no. He might not have mentioned to his father, but he graduated magna cum laude as a political science major because that is what his father expects him to be—a politician like him.

  Then I can see Tristan smiling at me at the other side of the table, his eyes glassy after I stood up to his father. He mouths a thank you before he stands up too. I can see the determination in his eyes, the fear and anxiety that I have always seen in them have finally disappeared.

  “I never imagined that this day will come. Dad, I’m tired of seeking your approval. I’m done with it. Because no matter how successful I become as a male model, I know you would never approve of me. Since you’re hard to please as is, I’ll tell you one more thing.”

  Tristan goes to our side of the table and stands in between Maxene and me. “Just so you know, these two—Max and Caleb, they are the loves of my life.”

  Everybody in the room is speechless, including me and Maxene who already know our statuses in Tristan’s life. Little did both of us expect that Tristan is going to risk it all and just drop the bomb on his parents without preparing at all. Despite knowing that his father will never accept him for this, he still mustered up so much courage just for both Maxene and me to be declared as his lovers, and I am beyond happy about it.

  “Come one, guys. We’re going home.” Tristan holds the both of us by our wrists and starts walking away from the dining hall as he leads us back to the front door. I don’t know what to say anymore, but all I know is that I am grateful that finally Tristan is no longer shadowing his father.

  Maxene

  The only sound that I can hear is the click-clacking noise that our shoes make as we make our way outside the mansion of Tristan’s family. Tristan has never let go of our wrists as we walk away from them.

  My ears are still ringing as Tristan’s words echoes in my head: Max and Caleb, they are the loves of my life. A sudden burst of happiness slowly fills my heart as I watch Tristan leads us outside, his hands clutching my and Caleb’s wrists.

  I glance at Caleb, who notices me turn my head towards his direction, and he meets my eyes with a smile, his face full of pride. My heart, too, swells with love and pride towards Tristan because he is able to muster up the courage to speak against his father. I know that Tristan loves his family and that it took him a lot to say what he just said in front of his family, especially to his father.

  Tristan only lets go of our wrists once we have made it outside and in front of the limo. He opens the door and gestures for us to enter the car. Caleb goes in first, and then me, and finally, Tristan. All of us are breathing harder because of what just happened in the room with Tristan’s parents. My heart is still racing, I lean my head on Tristan’s shoulder, my right hand finding his while my other hand clutches Caleb’s.

  “Where do you want to go, Master Caleb?” The driver asks, breaking the deafening silence.

  “Home,” Caleb replies quietly. The driver nods in confirmation and then pulls up the divider between the back seat and the driver’s seat.

  Ah, privacy.

  Silence fills in the small space. No one is making a sound. Still, I couldn’t help myself but laugh at the sudden flash of memory of the reaction of Tristan’s father when he finally told him that he’s in a romantic relationship not only with me but also with Caleb.

  I look up as my laughter subsides, only to see a pair of confused expressions on the face of the boys.

  My boys.

  “I’m sorry,” I say, giggling as I wipe away a tear from the corner of my eye. “I just remembered the expression your father had when you told him that you’re also in a relationship with Caleb,” I add as another giggle leaves my chest.

  It didn’t take a while before Caleb soon bursts out laughing, with Tristan following afterward. The mood in the car feels lighter than ever before, and I wish and hope that it’s always going to be like this, a relationship that is full of love and happiness.

  Before I know it, all of us are laughing for a lot of reasons: the reaction of Tristan’s family when he told them his biggest secret, the fact that Caleb is no longer kept as a secret, and that Tristan is finally free from the chains weighing him down that is the expectations from his family.

  “This calls for a celebration,” I announce as I reach for a bottle of champagne inside the mini refrigerator. I pop the bottle open almost immediately as I fall back into the arms of Tristan.

  I turn to Caleb, who has three flutes ready and pour wine on each, filling it half full. I laugh as Tristan and Caleb cheer like young, college students as they watch me pour the champagne.

  Tristan takes the bottle from me and stores it back to the mini refrigerator as Caleb hands us our own glass, raising his own immediately afterward for a toast. “Here’s to an open and loving relationship!”

  Tristan and I look at each other, smiling, as we both echo the words of Caleb.

  “I love you, Tristan,” Caleb says, his eyes full of love and admiration. “And you, Max, I don’t know what will happen to us if you’re not there to hold us both together.”

  I smile at him lovingly, giving him a small peck on the lips before each of us take a sip of our own glass.

  “I am so fucking proud of you,” I say to Tristan after downing my own alcohol. I lean closer towards him, my hands on the sides of his face as I pull his face towards me, our lips crashing against each other.

  His hands are suddenly all over my body, tracing the curves slowly before settling on my waist. I pull my face away from him, chuckling at the dark, lustful expression on his face.

  “I love you,” I whisper against his lips, and I feel a smile forming on his face as he gives me another kiss, biting my lower lip, his tongue invading my mouth.

  He pulls away, a cheeky grin plastered on his face as my hard breathing fans over his face. “Thank you, and I love you too,” he breathes out, giving me a soft peck after.

  A moan echoes and both of our attention goes to Caleb, his eyes closed as he leans on the other side of the car, his one hand holding the flute of alcohol while his other hand is palming his otherwise noticeable bulge through his pants.

  Tristan suddenly lifts me off my seat, before setting me down directly on Caleb’s bulge. The man beneath m
e groans as he straightens up, his bulge hitting the crack of my ass through my tightly fitted gown.

  “Fuck,” I gasp as Caleb slowly grinds his groin against my behind, his hands firmly gripping my waist as he pulls me down, hard.

  Shivers run through my spine as Tristan pulls up the length of my dress, the material bunching around my thighs. I may or may not have heard the sound of a cloth ripping. I moan as I rub my ass on Caleb’s clothed bulge, throwing my head back as he showers my neck with soft kisses.

  He then takes hold of my legs, my feet locked behind his back, as he spreads my legs even wider. I moan as I watch Tristan’s hands massage my thighs.

  “Do you like this?” Tristan asks, his voice husky as he spreads his hands on my inner thighs, his fingers barely touching my already aching core.

  “Yes,” I say, my breath hitching as Tristan gives the tender flesh of my inner thighs a pinch.

  “Of course she loves it,” Caleb murmurs, his lips tracing my spine. “And it’s because we’re the one pleasuring her.”

  Caleb claims my mouth, giving me a soft kiss as he unzips my dress, his hands slipping in my dress, cupping my breasts as he gives it a soft massage that leads me to moan into his mouth.

  I throw my head back, breaking the kiss with Caleb when Tristan suddenly licks my pussy, my hips jutting forward at the intense sensation of finally being touched.

  “Ah, fuck,” I whisper harshly as I rock my hips against Tristan’s face, my hands fisting his hair. “Faster,” I plead as the white-hot pain pools on the pit of my stomach.

  The air smells of leather mixed with the scent of sex. My moans fill in the air as Tristan laps my already leaking pussy. Caleb continues to abuse my already swollen breasts as he settles into the routine of pulling and pinching my hardened nipples and massaging my breasts.