by Grey Cole
Royce threaded his fingers through Shea’s curls while his thumb found “his spot” and rested there possessively. The pad of his thumb caressed the protrusion, the tender flesh instantly pebbling. “Hi,” he whispered, before taking his man in a soul-searing kiss.
After a moment, Royce heard a deep sigh from Joshua. Withdrawing from Shea, Royce was amused to see that Joshua had propped himself up on his arm, laid his head down, and seemed to settle in for the show. Meeting Royce’s gaze, his misty, blue eyes crinkled at the sides, a smile playing at his lips. Running a hand over his shaggy, dark brown hair, Joshua sighed wistfully again.
“God, you two are so fucking hot. I would be jealous, but I love y’all too much. Hot and good people … that’s all I want,” he mused.
Shea buried his head in Royce’s chest and laughed. Royce spied a water pipe and baggie sitting on the coffee table and wondered if partaking in herbal refreshment was the reason the two were talking so openly. “Did you start without me?” he asked, gesturing his head toward the paraphernalia.
“Of course not,” Joshua answered quickly. “You know he won’t do it without you.”
Royce gave a smug grin and winked at Shea in approval.
“Did you eat?” Shea asked. “We have fajitas.”
“Your fajitas?”
“Yep.”
“Then I’m starved.”
Shea shooed him off to wash the day away while he got their food ready. When Royce returned from the quick shower, a veritable feast awaited him. The men washed down Shea’s delicious cooking with a few beers while Joshua regaled them with the horrors and the bawdiness of cruising gay bars. Then, Joshua packed the pipe, and the jokes increased in hilarity as a sea of pungent smoke filled the small space between them.
“Yeah,” Joshua wheezed between tokes, “then that freak said, ‘If you were a triangle, you’d be acute one.’ I mean, really I can’t make this shit up.”
“God, I don’t miss those days at all,” Shea muttered, sounding older than his twenty-five years. It made sense though. They lived their lives like an old married couple with the exception of the hot sex. The really hot sex.
“I feel left out,” Royce chimed in, “I never even got cruised. Well, except for Shea. Shea definitely cruised me.” A pillow smacked him in the forehead, so Royce pounced and tickled Shea into submission.
They were both laughing and panting for air by the time Shea cried mercy. Royce sprawled out on the floor, arranging the pillows around them ‘cause it seemed so comfy down here all of a sudden. He gestured for Joshua to join them, and the man practically bounded off the couch to stretch out beside Shea.
They passed the pipe a few more times and lazed about on the pillows, philosophizing on the quagmire that was dating—especially gay dating. Somehow, the three of them became intertwined in a comfortable heap on the hardwood floor.
Joshua tilted his head to take them in and stated, “You two don’t know how lucky you are. Regular sex. Someone to come home to. Someone who makes you fajitas. Someone who kisses the breath clean out of you like no one is watching. I love you guys.”
And then Shea looked at Royce—really looked at him—and all of a sudden, the one problem they had seemed to have a solution. He and Shea exchanged looks of understanding before turning their gazes on Joshua, who read the signals and took a leap of faith. Joshua leaned in and kissed Shea tentatively, his eyes focused on Royce, judging his reaction.
They had talked a little about branching out before, but up until this point, it had been purely hypothetical. What was happening now though was all too real. It should have made Royce furious, but it didn’t. If Joshua could give Shea what Royce couldn’t, then Royce would man up, tuck any jealousy away, and go with it. It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried. The thought of Shea possessing him like that turned him the fuck on, but the reality of it didn’t match up for him somehow. Despite Royce wanting to love it, bottoming turned him off quicker than the thought of his parents getting it on. But, Shea loved taking him like that. Needed it. And Royce knew that bliss all too well, so he could never hold that against Shea or hold him back.
Joshua pulled back and ran his hand over Royce’s arm. “I want this. Is it okay?” His voice trembled with nervousness and desire.
Royce cleared his throat, swallowed his pride, and answered him honestly. “As long as you understand that no one comes between me and Shea. We do this as friends and nothing more.”
Joshua nodded and looked to Shea, who dipped his head in assent. And before Royce could blink, the two men were on their knees ripping each other’s clothes off. When they were naked in front of him and kissing, Royce ran a thorough check for jealousy and came up clean. All he could think was—hot. They were incredibly hot together.
***
Shea couldn’t believe this was happening. Even though they had kicked the idea around, they hadn’t actually put any kind of plan in motion. In truth, Shea had blown the whole thing off as ridiculous—no way were they going to mess around with other people. He had tried reassuring his boyfriend that if he didn’t like to be fucked, Shea was fine with that. He didn’t have to top—he would learn to live without it. But, Royce was adamant that it shouldn’t be something Shea had to give up to be with him, and then he suggested the idea of finding a third because no way was Shea going to fuck someone else without Royce present. I’m open-minded, not a fucking moron, he’d growled.
The truth of the matter was, as mind-blowing and fulfilling as entering Royce’s body had been—all two times he’d done it—the real appeal for Shea was the control he had felt over himself for what seemed like the first time in his life. He loved how Royce dominated him. Wouldn’t give that up for anything in the world. But, something about their role reversals didn’t sit right with Royce. Royce, being Royce, knew and understood and determined they would fix it somehow. He did love how his man thought outside of the box.
Shea pulled his mouth away from his friend’s sweet lips and grinned at him. Joshua looked like someone had just told him he’d won the lottery. Shea knew Joshua had a friendly crush on both he and Royce, but he’d always been respectful of their relationship and never sought to undermine what they had. At the same time, the three of them did get along exceptionally well and seemed to connect on many levels, which was crucial, because Shea wouldn’t have been able to do this with just anyone.
Shea stood before Joshua and lent a hand to Royce to help him up. He pulled Royce’s arms around him and looked back to a kneeling Joshua. “Were you serious about wanting to be dominated?”
“Oh, yes,” Joshua whispered without hesitation. “Quite serious.”
“If there’s anything you don’t like, just say the word, and we’ll change gears. Got it?”
Shea felt like he was channeling his inner Royce and wondered how convincing he was. He didn’t have to wonder long.
“I’m up for just about anything, with the exception of DP. Tell me what you want, Shea.” DP? he wondered.
“Double penetration,” Royce murmured in his ear before trailing kisses along his neck. Uh, no. Sounds acrobatic and messy.
“You can wait for us on the bed, Joshua. Hands and knees, facing the windows.” God, he sounded so confident.
Joshua stood up quickly, blew them each a kiss, and moved toward the bed, his hot, little ass bouncing along the way. Shea and Royce both groaned in appreciation. Shea spun around in Royce’s arms. “You’re sure?” He sought the truth in Royce’s eyes, but he could see nothing beyond unbridled desire in his man’s eyes.
“I am. Are you?”
Shea nodded and placed a lingering kiss on Royce’s full lips. “This is gonna be fun,” he teased.
Royce spun Shea back out of his arms, slapping him on the ass as he did. Shea couldn’t help throwing the man another grin before he joined their friend on the bed.
“Fuck, Joshua. You look so hot on your hands on knees. And all for us,” Shea praised. Shea skated his fingertips over Joshua’s tanned, rounde
d ass and up his spine until his hand was in his hair. Joshua groaned when Shea pulled his head back to lay another kiss on those enticing lips. Royce moved around to stand in front of Joshua, and Shea thought it was crazy-hot that he was still fully dressed while both he and Joshua were completely naked. Shea ended the kiss and offered Joshua’s mouth to Royce who bent at the waist and devoured the man.
“He can kiss, can’t he, Royce?” Royce just hummed his appreciation against the other man’s mouth. Royce pulled away and massaged Joshua’s jaw while the man panted heavily.
Shea heard the tell-tale sign of a zipper being eased down while he grabbed the necessary supplies from the nightstand. When he turned back around, Royce was teasing Joshua with his cock.
He moved to stand behind Joshua, marveling over the little pink rosebud that was presented before him. Suddenly, nervousness over his inexperience gripped his insides in an unrelenting fist. Royce, probably sensing an impending meltdown, got Shea’s attention by tilting his head and mouthing, “C’mere.”
Shea dropped the supplies on the bed and moved to stand beside Royce, who kissed him within an inch of life. His nerves dissipated like drops of dew under the hot sun.
“Do you want Shea to fuck your mouth with his cock, Joshua?”
“Ye—yes,” he stuttered, licking his lips. “I would like that very much.”
“Lie on your back and give me your mouth,” Shea commanded. Joshua rolled over and they had their first view of that pretty, cut cock.
Positioning himself over Joshua’s face, Shea slowly pushed his dick into Joshua’s warm, wet mouth until he could feel the head of his cock against the back of his throat. Shea groaned, and Joshua gagged a bit before regaining control. Shea held himself still, letting the man adjust a bit before he started fucking his mouth in earnest. Shea ground his hips and pumped his dick in and out between Joshua’s lips. He breathed out in a hiss when he felt a spit-slicked finger slide inside him. And didn’t Royce go straight for the prize, massaging his prostate and then poking at it. Shea’s toes curled with pleasure.
Shea bent himself over Joshua and licked his dick from tip to root, burying his face in his balls, licking and sucking gently. Joshua raised his hands to hold Shea’s hips. Steadying himself, he encouraged Shea to do his worst. Shea rocked forward, fucking Joshua’s mouth. Then he rocked backward, fucking himself on Royce’s finger. He released one of Joshua’s balls and moved to the other before drawing back and taking his entire length into his mouth. Shea created suction, bobbing his head a few times before releasing him with a pop just as Royce withdrew his finger from Shea’s ass.
He reached down and held Joshua’s face around his jaw, gently pulling out of his mouth. Leaning down, he kissed Joshua’s closed eyelids. The man had a blissed-out look on his face, and they weren’t even close to being done. “I would ask how you’re doing, but you look mighty fine, Joshua,” Shea praised.
“Mmm … so good,” he whispered in that sex-roughened voice. His eyes opened to half-mast, a little smile waiting there as well.
Shea moved back around the bed, his nerves having completely dissipated. He heard Royce taking his turn at Joshua’s mouth before he even crossed the room. Grabbing Joshua’s ankles, he folded the man’s knees up and rested his torso on them. Shea slicked up his fingers and quickly plunged one in Joshua’s pink hole, before adding another. Joshua moaned and hummed around Royce’s cock. Royce threw his head back in pleasure, and Shea knew he was close to coming. By the way Joshua’s prick was leaking precum, Shea knew he wouldn’t last much longer either. He scissored his fingers, stretching the taut muscle so that he didn’t hurt the man when he finally drove himself into that hot, needy hole. Royce withdrew from Joshua’s mouth and moved toward Shea again, his eyes tracking Shea the whole way as if to make sure he still understood his claim on him. Shea shivered with acceptance and want and need.
When Joshua felt slick and ready, Shea withdrew his fingers, sheathed up, and slid home. He squeezed his eyes tight, as Joshua’s ass clenched around his cock. He ground his hips slowly, savoring the incredibly warm feeling massaging his throbbing length. Shea opened his eyes to find Joshua’s wild eyes watching his every move while his hand moved vigorously, trying to bring himself off.
“You ready?” Shea grunted.
“Fuck me, Shea.”
Shea burned with the heat of a thousand suns at those hot, wicked words. He watched himself as he pulled his dick almost completely out of Joshua’s tight ass and then plunged back in to the hilt. So hot. He set a punishing rhythm, pounding into Joshua like he would never have it again. Joshua groaned and chanted nonsense as white ropes of cum shot across his stomach and chest. Shea felt two fingers enter him, and he buckled over, bracing himself over Joshua. Shea was pulled down for a lingering kiss from Joshua while Royce’s fingers plundered deep inside him from behind. Just as Shea began pumping longer and slower, he heard Royce grunt with pleasure and felt hot cum shoot across his back. Shea ripped his mouth from Joshua’s and regained his rhythm, desperate to chase his own climax. He felt something smooth and cold trailing through the sticky mess on his back, and before he could wonder about it, a plug coated in Royce’s semen pushed inside to hit that wonderfully sensitive spot. That wonderfully delicious spot that prompted him to move his hips faster and increased his pleasure tenfold. Finally he exploded with his own release inside of Joshua. Joshua’s face rested next to his, and Shea rubbed his scruff against the man’s smooth face with the last little bit of energy he possessed.
His eyelids, heavy with exhaustion, closed, and he must have passed out for a few moments because when he came to, he was lying in bed alone and had been cleaned up. He lifted his head slightly to hear Royce letting the younger man out, promising to call him soon. Since they both sounded light-hearted and sincere in their goodbyes, Shea felt assured that they were all okay with what had happened tonight, so he allowed himself to relax back onto the pillows.
When Royce slipped back into bed, Shea turned on his side to face him and shoved his hands under his pillow. His man was so amazing Shea couldn’t help but crack a huge grin. Royce mirrored his pose, smiling back at him.
“You okay?” Royce asked.
“I’m great. You?”
“I’m good. That was hot.”
“Fun.”
“Repeatable?”
“Definitely. With Joshua?”
“I think so. He seemed open to it.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me. I got just as much out of it as you did.”
“Did you kiss him goodbye?”
“No. I hugged him. Would that have bothered you though?”
It seemed silly that a little thing like that would make him jealous after what had just transpired, but when he imagined them kissing goodbye, he saw a white heat working its way up from his toes, causing his muscles to spasm, his stomach to churn, and his heart to twist, until finally, it exploded from the top of his head in what would only be described as rage. “Yes. I just imagined launching an all-out war over a little goodbye kiss. Poor Joshua never stood a chance,” he laughed before he sobered again, hoping to impart how strongly he felt about sharing Royce’s affections outside of the bedroom. “Kissing in the moment is one thing, but for whatever reason, imagining you kiss someone outside of that context seems more intimate than anything else we did.”
Royce grinned at him, unperturbed by his boyfriend’s somewhat twisted reasoning process. “I think I get it. We’ll make sure to hash out any possible triggers before having anymore fun in the future. ‘K?”
“Yeah, ‘K.” Shea let out a deep sigh. Threeways and imaginary warfare were exhausting.
Dropping a kiss on his forehead and then on his lips, Royce breathed against him. “No matter what we do, or who we play with, it will always come back to you and me. You are my world. And no matter who we let rock our world, we will never let anyone destroy our world. I promise.”
“Me too. Love you, Royce,” Shea bare
ly whispered.
“Love you, babe.”
Royce shifted to lie flat on his back, so Shea moved to his familiar spot. He backed his body against Royce’s and curled up next to him in a compact ball. Royce’s hand came to rest on his hip, and all was right with the world.
Shea and Royce continued to play with Joshua until he finished up his PhD and left to rule the mean streets of Manhattan. They were sad to part, but even if he’d stayed, Shea felt like things had run their course. Joshua was looking to settle down, and things had never progressed with them outside of the bedroom, even though their chemistry was off the charts.
When Shea started feeling that itch again, he was the one who suggested they play with their friend Julia. Royce was surprised and grumbled about it, promising he wasn’t missing out on anything. But Shea was attracted to Julia, and he knew Royce would like to be with a woman again. Still, the next time they invited someone into their bed—she had tits and long hair and long legs and well, more than one hole begging to be filled. In the year and a half they had played with Joshua, Royce had never fucked the man, so when he practically fucked the shit out of Julia, who had been salivating over the thought of having the two of them, Shea knew this was the balance they both craved.
Chapter Seven
Past: Girl Meets Boys
“He broke up with you because … what? You’re too kinky?” Luna’s childhood best friend asked with disbelief.
“That’s what he said,” Luna sighed. It wasn’t the first time, unfortunately, which is why Luna brought it up at all. She’d hoped that Lucy would be able to tell her what she was doing wrong. Luna didn’t think there was a thing wrong with how she wanted her sex. Surely she was just dating the wrong guys.
“Dick’s an idiot,” Lucy declared.