Tommy looked like he was about to have a panic attack as they waited in the green room on the morning of the interview. He walked circles around the coffee table and tugged on the belt loop of his jeans.
Angel wished there was more he could do than offer Tommy a hug. “Don’t look so nervous.”
“I’ll be fine once we get out there. It’s the anticipation that’s getting to me, that’s all. To tell you the truth, I’m more worried about Jessi. She’s a woman. It’s her reputation that they’ll attack. We’re guys. It’s a given that we screw around. There’s still a double standard. I don’t want her portrayed like some kind of slut.”
Shit. Angel never thought about that before. It may have swayed his decision. Now it was too late. He hoped they weren’t making a mistake by talking publicly in an open forum broadcast to the public. He would never forgive himself if Tommy or Jessi suffered humiliation because of the decision to do the interview.
The three of them went on stage, hand in hand, and received a hearty round of applause. They sat on the small love seat in standard formation, Tommy in the middle with Angel and Jessi on either side. Angel peeked over at Jessi. She looked secure and confident. He knew she was able to defend herself, if needed. She was articulate and assertive. Few would outwit her in a verbal assault. But the brash talk show host was a master at manipulation.
The first question the host asked was about their sex life and he directed it at Tommy. There was no small talk or easing into the delicate areas of their relationship. He went straight for the jugular. “Can you handle the both of them, sexually? Can you keep up pleasing two people in bed on a regular basis?
“I don’t think that’s an appropriate question,” Tommy answered flatly.
“Mrs. Blade, what’s your opinion? Can you husband keep up in the bedroom?” Jessi answered the question without shame. She probably would have drawn the audience a diagram, if Angel didn’t stop her.
“I’m sorry,” Angel said, “but the specifics of our sex life is our personal business. It isn’t up for discussion.”
The host kept prying for intimate details. “Come on. This is why you’re here. We want to know the dynamics. How do you determine what nights the two of you get to sleep with Tommy? Do you take turns? Flip a coin? Do you have a schedule? What happens if you both want to sleep with him on the same night?”
“We don’t take turns. The three of us share the same bed,” Angel finally explained. “Together. At the same time. You might see me kiss Jessi once in a while. I love her to death, but it’s purely affection. It’s not sexual. I’m gay, Tommy’s bisexual and Jessi’s straight.” They were a virtual array of diversity, on display for the world to scrutinize.
Tommy explained that he loved both Angel and Jessi, equally, but for totally different reasons, and that he couldn’t live without either one of them. But it was Jessi that did most of the talking. She stole the show. She spoke from the heart about how much she loved Tommy.
“I love Tommy more than anything. More than I love myself. I would do anything for him,” she said. “I love him enough to share him, so he could be happy. I love him for who he is, without judgment. I wanted him to be true to himself and encouraged him to explore his bisexuality. I loved him enough to risk losing him, so he could find happiness. And it was worth it,” she displayed a blissful smile, “because he found Angel.”
She won the sympathy of the audience, and they let out a loud, collective “Aww.”
“I love Angel.” Jessi’s eyes glistened, and you could hear the vulnerability in her voice when she spoke. “He’s wonderful. I love him almost as much as I love Tommy, and I never thought that was possible. I never thought it was possible to be in love with two people at the same time, but it is. There’s no jealousy. There’s only love and respect.” She sat back with poise and self-assurance. “I believe destiny brought us together. We need each other. Together, we’re whole. Apart, we’re fragmented.”
Again, the audience sighed and applauded loudly.
The talk show host jumped on an opportunity to create turmoil and questioned Tommy. “Your wife is in love with your lover. She loves another man. How do you feel about that? Doesn’t that make you angry? Aren’t you jealous or resentful?”
“Angel’s not another man. He’s the man I love. I had a hard time with it at first, but I’m at peace with it now. Love is what keeps our relationship strong. I can’t imagine anything more beautiful than the two people I love most in the world, loving each other.”
Another sigh from the audience signaled their unyielding support.
The no-holds-barred talk show host scoured for controversy and rivalry. “So, what if Tommy and Angel broke up?” he asked Jessi. “How would you feel? Wouldn’t you be just a little bit happy that Angel was out of the picture and now you could have Tommy all to yourself?”
“No.” Jessi shrunk back in her seat. She put her hand to her chest and her face was covered in grief. “I would be devastated if Tommy and Angel broke up. I would be heartbroken. I love Angel. I can’t imagine my life without him, any more than I can imagine my life without Tommy. Angel is just as much part of my life as Tommy is. I love him with all my heart. He’s like my other husband. Tommy and Angel are everything to me.”
Angel was genuinely touched by the heartfelt sincerity in Jessi’s declaration. He knew she was in love with him, but he didn’t realize that the depth of her love compared to the love she had for Tommy. He only wished he could love her back, in the same way she loved him. Giant tears pooled on the edge of his lower lids. As he wiped his eyes, Tommy comforted him with an arm around his shoulder and those miraculous fingers rubbing the back of his neck.
Jessi leaned over Tommy and put her hand on Angel’s knee. “You had to know how much I love you, Angel.”
“I know.” His voice was jittery with emotion. “I love you, too, but hearing you say it out loud just now . . . comparing it to how much you love Tommy . . .” he was too choked up to finish his sentence. He smiled through teary eyes and patted his heart. He pulled her in for a hug and the three of them shared a long embrace.
The camera went to a commercial and Marissa ran out onto the stage. “That was brilliant! It was beautiful! Touching! Moving! It even brought a tear to my eye! It was genius!”
The three of them looked at her with surprise and mouths agape.
“It wasn’t genius,” Angel said. “It was real.”
After the television interview, the band’s popularity skyrocketed. The fans embraced their relationship and enjoyed the play between Angel and Tommy on stage. And Jessi became some sort of heroine to the fans. They screamed for her, and she was enamored by the attention.
Closed-minded bigotry still persisted and hawked one of their concerts with a picket line. Fans, ready to fight and defend their rock idols, nearly caused a riot and scared away the protesters. It made the headlines and the local news. Videos surfaced on social media sites. Luckily, support from the general public was strong, and the controversy intensified and broadened their fan base even more.
Chapter Forty-Three
Shortly after the band’s initial tour ended, their first single hit number one, and the money started pouring in. The first thing Tommy and Jessi did, were buy flashy new cars, but Angel was happy with his Lexus. It wasn’t the latest model, but it sufficed. He had larger plans in store for his money. He wanted the big house, with the full recording studio that he dreamed about since he was a teenager.
He pulled a flyer from the open house out of his pocket, and unfolded it. It didn’t take long for the realtor to find what he was looking for. The modern five bedroom house was perfect. It had an attached three car garage, with a long driveway and large entry gate for privacy – in case they ever got famous enough to need it. The house had a full finished basement that he planned on converting into his studio, but the state of the art kitchen was what really sold him. It had Wolf appliances, marble countertops and a substantial sized breakfast bar. The over-sized
Sub Zero refrigerator could hold enough food to last a year.
The location was incredible. It was in a town called Long Beach, on Long Island, and the property was on the water. Small bars and clubs inhabited the area, offering a variety of local music. There was as much, or as little, night life as you wanted to enjoy.
Angel loved Tommy and Jessi’s house, but it was small, and the kitchen didn’t afford him the space he needed to properly prepare a grand meal for their families when he invited everyone for a holiday dinner. The new house was enormous and offered them plenty of room to entertain, especially since the band would be over frequently to utilize the new recording studio. It didn’t matter that the label paid for studio time, now. It was a luxury, not a necessity.
Tommy and Jessi had no idea he was house hunting. It would be a surprise. He found them at the kitchen table and put the flyer down in front of them. “What do you think of this house?”
Jessi picked it up right away and studied it for a long time. Her eyes were glued to the photo of the grand entrance foyer that accentuated the cathedral ceiling and crystal chandelier. “It’s gorgeous.” She smiled up at him. “Why do you have this?”
“Because, I want to buy it for us.”
Tommy grabbed the flyer out of Jessi’s hand and immediately shook his head. “No. It’s too much money. It’s too expensive.”
That was the precise reaction Angel expected. Tommy was the responsible one when it came to finances. “Stop worrying about money. I can afford it. I have some savings put aside.”
“I don’t care how much extra money the label throws at you.” Tommy tossed the flyer on the table. “That’s a big note for the three of us to carry. I don’t want to get backed into a corner. I’m sorry, A. It’s a generous offer, but it isn’t a good idea.”
“Well, I was thinking . . . we got that big check for the interview we did about our relationship. If we use that, plus the money I have saved, it would be a nice down payment. The mortgage would still be high, but I think we could afford it.”
Jessi, who had been silently watching the banter between Angel and Tommy, stood up from her chair. “We could sell this house, combine all the money and have an affordable mortgage!”
“I wasn’t suggesting you sell this house, Jessi. That wasn’t my intention at all.”
“Why not? It’s a great idea.”
“Because this is your house. Your’s and Tommy’s. You built a life here. Selling this house is a decision that’s between you two. I don’t want to have anything to do with it.”
Jessi jumped in Tommy’s lap. She put her arms around his neck and folded her legs over the arm of the chair. “Please, Tommy. You can have that studio you and Angel always talked about. What do you say, baby?”
The corners of Tommy’s mouth curled up. “OK. It’ll be nice not to have to fight you and Angel for the bathroom all the time.”
Angel knew that Tommy would cave as soon as Jessi was on board. He never could say no to her, and Angel wouldn’t buy the house without Tommy’s consent. It needed to be a unanimous decision. He didn’t want to force them from their home.
Jessi picked up the flyer again. “I can’t imagine living in a house this big. Can we go see it? We need to put a bid in before someone else snatches it out from under us.”
“I already did. We just need to sign the paperwork.”
Chapter Forty-Four
It took less than two months to sell Tommy and Jessi’s house and move into the new one. Jessi fell in love with it right away and Tommy was in awe of the studio they had built in the basement. And they finally got a custom made bed, large enough to fit the three of them comfortably. It was the width of three twin size beds, but they still gravitated toward the center and smothered poor Tommy. Angel got very sentimental about leaving the old house. It held a lot of memories for him. Some of the happiest moments of his life were spent in that house with Tommy when they first got together. But, the new house was fresh and waiting to be filled with new memories. In time, it would know the love they shared, first hand. It would hear and contain every intimate thought and secret that transpired within its walls. It would be their safe haven. It would be their home.
Jessi watched Tommy and Angel, asleep in each other’s arms, on the first night in their new home. Content showed brightly in the blissful curl of their lips. She loved to watch them sleep. She stroked both their cheeks and kissed them each lightly on the lips. Neither stirred. She clasped her fingers around Tommy’s hand and brought it to her breast, and then to her lips. Her eyes were drawn back to Angel. Her body ached to be next to his, but she didn’t know how to seduce him. She felt Tommy’s hand tighten around hers, and he pulled her down next to him.
“Why are you awake?” he whispered, checking to see if Angel was asleep. “Is something wrong?”
“No. I was just thinking about how much I love you and Angel.”
His hand traced the profile of her face and his lips went to her neck. She exhaled a long, deep breath and dissolved under his touch. His mouth, on her breast, caused her to sigh loudly. Tommy glanced at Angel, still deep in slumber.
“Aren’t you going to wake him?” she asked.
Tommy kissed Angel, but he didn’t respond.
“How could he possibly sleep through one of your amazing kisses?”
“He took his sleep medication.” But Tommy was persistent. He sucked at Angel’s neck and rubbed his nipples, but was only greeted by a short, inaudible mumble.
“Let me try.” Why should Tommy be the only one allowed to fondle Angel in his sleep?
Tommy laughed. “Go ahead. Suck his dick. I want to see his face when he wakes up and sees you’re the one giving him head, and not me.”
The opportunity was probably the last in her bag of tricks. She was starting to realize her efforts of getting Angel interested in her sexually were hopeless, and she was tired of the rejection. She pulled the thin sheet from Angel’s waist and stretched the band of his briefs down below his crotch. “He’s already hard.”
“He always gets a hard-on in his sleep. He’s the one who starts our late night antics. Too bad he’s too out of it most of the time to remember it in the morning.”
Maybe Angel would be too groggy to realize who was getting him off, and he would enjoy it long enough to reach an orgasm. She took Angel’s cock in her hand – both hands. He was a monster in the middle of the night. She didn’t realize that she was staring at Angel’s erection in her hand until Tommy began to coax her.
“Jerk him off a little. Then lick it under the tip, all the way down to his balls. He likes that.”
It was strangely erotic to hear Tommy tell her how to suck another man’s dick. She did as she was told, tasting Angel’s scent, and moaning as she put him all the way in her mouth – as much as would fit, anyway. He moaned a little, but he still didn’t wake. Tommy was giving her direction, but she wasn’t listening to him. She was engrossed in the idea that she was giving Angel a blow job. Angel’s cock was in her mouth – that’s all she could think about. She was pleasuring him, and he was enjoying it. It didn’t matter that he was asleep. She began to moan as her mouth and her tongue got acquainted with the unattainable man who occupied her bed every night. She cupped his sac in her hand and gently massaged it. She grabbed a small bottle of lube that was on the dresser, lathered up her middle finger and slid it down between Angel’s cheeks. His butt hole was really tight, but the tip of her finger slowly found its way inside, meanwhile, Tommy was busy nursing Angel’s nipples. Once her finger was all the way inside, Angel slowly started to regain consciousness. He grunted and groaned, lifted his hips toward her mouth and opened up his bottom. As she sucked him, she inserted a second finger, which made him spring to life. He grabbed Tommy by the back of the hair and kissed him. He suddenly seemed confused about how Tommy’s mouth could be in two places at once, and practically jumped off the bed. Her fingers slipped out of his bottom so quickly that they were still held out in front of her, wondering
what happened to the warm glove of Angel’s body. She looked up at him with a sheepish grin.
“What the hell are you doing?” His tone was a mixture of surprise and shock.
Thank God Tommy answered, because she was too scared to speak. “We were trying to wake you up. I guess it worked.”
“You’re damn right it worked. Jessi, please keep your fingers the fuck out of my ass and your mouth off my dick. Those are strictly off limits.”
Even though he said it with a smile and hint of laughter, she knew he was serious. He didn’t want her between his legs. He liked to make out with her, and not just after Tommy came in her mouth. He often told her that she tasted like cinnamon and that kissing her made him hungry. He kissed her out of affection and from passion. Anything else was obviously a turn off, evidenced by the way he practically crawled up the headboard when he realized that she was the one sucking his cock. She was embarrassed, and slinked to her side of the bed.
She was through trying to get Angel to sleep with her. She was done trying to make Angel fall in love with her. He loved her. He didn’t need to be in love with her. Tommy was the only one that mattered anyway, but the tears that stung her eyes, and the pain in her chest, told her differently.
“Get over here.” Angel grabbed her arm and pulled her next to him. He kissed her, deep with affection. “You know, you’re really good.” He gave her a charming smile that could win over the hardened of hearts. “Not as good as Tommy, but good.” He put her hand on his still hard erection. “Go ahead. Finish.”
She stared at him with surprise, but quickly moved her mouth down to his cock. She sucked it the way Tommy told her Angel liked it, only more enthusiastically. Meanwhile, Tommy sucked at Angel’s nipples, then his neck, then claimed his lips.
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