MMF BISEXUAL ROMANCE: Phoenix Running

by Nicole Stewart

  “I didn’t even post that to Facebook.”

  “NowIn,” Cee-Cee reminded him. “It posts to all your accounts unless you customize your post to only go to where you want it to go.”

  “Oh, that’s right! I forgot I set up the all-post function at the fundraiser,” Ashley muttered. He didn’t look fazed by Phoenix’s bad attitude. He shrugged nonchalantly.

  Phoenix growled. “So, he’s using your app now? Wonderful. Glad I’m the last to know.” He threw his phone on the side table by the door and marched to the back of his condo to his bedroom.

  “Hang on a second!” Cee-Cee flew behind him angrily. “Where the hell do you get off being upset about him using the app that you turned down? As I recall, I offered it to you! Ashley helped me out and got more downloads than I could have ever hoped for, so I’m not going to let you crucify him behind being a good friend!”

  “Guys, stop fighting. I have a headache, and I seriously can’t deal with this right now.”

  “Whine to your Ashers, Ashley. I could give a shit less!” Phoenix shouted from his room. Cee-Cee pulled back, stung.

  Ashley fired back, “Look, don’t get snappy with me! You have no right! You’re the one too fucking preoccupied to pay us any attention. While you’re spouting off about Cee-Cee being your fucking public girlfriend, you barely know a thing about her day-to-day life. You’re not there when she’s babysitting Joe. You haven’t gone house hunting with her and seen her eyes light up when she talks about her future. I guess you don’t have time to treat your friends the way we deserve to be treated!”

  “I’m running a goddamned campaign!”

  “And? I’m on fucking tour! I make time for the people I care about. I don’t stuff them in a closet to take out when I’m ready to play. Hell, at least I can go public with her. I needed her. She was there for me. Don’t tarnish that with your temper tantrum about having to see it on the Internet.”

  Phoenix threw himself into the chair by his closet and stared at the two people crowding his bedroom door. Ashley glared at him. “What has gotten into you?” Cee-Cee asked.

  Phoenix bit his tongue. Envy. Plain and simple. While he was out campaigning, making appearances, giving speeches, putting in long hours, Ashley was keeping Cee-Cee company. Did she prefer the singer to him? Did Ashley prefer her? He felt left out of the group dynamic, and he knew he was being petty for starting this argument. It wasn’t a big deal that they had gone to the hospital without him.

  He just couldn’t get Ashley’s voice out of his head calling Cee-Cee by a pet name online. He couldn’t unsee her soothingly rubbing the man’s back like they had known each other for years. She never looked at Phoenix quite like that, and—damn it to hell—Ashley didn’t dare affectionately refer to him in public like that. It felt like they were the ones in a real relationship and Phoenix was being humored.

  Cee-Cee could comfortably date Ashley and have a great future with him. He wasn’t bothered by her drive to make her app popular. They were already good friends. In reality, Phoenix was only in the equation because she was kind enough to pretend to be his girlfriend.

  All he wanted was to feel less alone in this fray. There were so many people needing something from him. He needed something, too. He needed them—Ashley and Cee-Cee. He didn’t like the way the relationship was splintering as each of them got busier. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

  Ashley muttered, “Whatever,” and pushed out of the room. Cee-Cee stayed behind. She watched him with cool eyes. Phoenix looked away, stared at the wall.

  “I said I’m sorry.”

  “Yeah, that was some sorry behavior. Now, do you want to talk about it?” She lifted her brows and looked unforgiving. Phoenix huffed.

  “You care about him, don’t you?”

  “I care about the both of you, and I know you care about Ashley too, which is why I can’t understand how you could know he just met his dying father and still come out of left field with this tantrum. He’s been through some major shit in his life, Phoenix. Everything isn’t about you and how you feel. Did you consider how he’s feeling right now?”

  “Well...” Phoenix was at a loss for words. He hadn’t much paid attention to that part of the recording, focused as he was on Ashley’s arm around Cee-Cee. “What happened?”

  Cee-Cee took a seat on his bed and dropped her voice, eyeing the door and listening for Ashley. “His father left his mother in Australia and he was raised by some other guy. He just found out about Reginald a few months ago, and now he finds out his dad has cancer.”

  “Shit.” He felt like the biggest jerk.

  “It gets worse. Turns out his dad never let his mom go public with their relationship because she was an escort, so there’s a reason Ashley’s not into being anyone’s secret. He knows how that story ends. He doesn’t want to repeat history.”

  Phoenix covered his face and breathed. Behind closed eyes he saw Ashley’s face as he had agreed to keep their relationship a secret. He had made that sacrifice for him, despite this. “I feel like such a bastard.”

  “You think?”

  “Shut up,” he muttered.

  Cee-Cee came to him and sat astride his lap, pushing his hair out of his face. He couldn’t believe how good it felt, having her here, not seen on video, not on Facebook, here. With him. She kissed the tip of his nose. “Go talk to him. He needs you.”

  He wrapped his arms around her, taking a minute to just enjoy her soft weight before he answered. “Yeah, but what do I say? ‘You can go on Twitter and tell everybody we’re banging?’ No. Absolutely not. I empathize, but you know my situation.”

  She rolled her eyes. “I don’t give a shit what compromise you make, but if you want this relationship to work, you better figure out a way to stop making everyone around you bend to your will because it’s a two-way street.”

  “Three-way,” he said softly.

  “Whatever.”

  “And I don’t make everyone bend to my will.”

  She slipped out of his arms and gestured to the door. Sighing, Phoenix exited his room to find Ashley. The singer was in the living room stretched out on the couch with his hands behind his head and his eyes closed. From the master bathroom came the sound of the faucet and Phoenix realized Cee-Cee was about to take a bath, giving them some space to be alone. He settled on the floor next to the sofa and tentatively put a hand to Ashley’s arm.

  “What?” Ashley grumbled.

  Phoenix kissed the side of his face. “I hear it’s been a rough night for you. I wish I could’ve been there. Next time if you tell me your plans early enough, I can move things around in my schedule and free up time. I want to be a part of your life, too.”

  “No, you don’t.” Ashley turned his head away. Phoenix kissed the back of his neck and rubbed his fingers up and down his smooth stomach. He slipped his hand beneath Ashley’s shirt to feel his skin. Pressing his nose to his shoulder, he inhaled the spicy aroma of his deodorant and cologne and closed his eyes.

  “I do.” He kissed Ashley’s arm.

  He shifted his arm away. “Hey, I know you’re used to being needed, but I don’t need you. Sorry to put a damper on your hero complex.”

  Phoenix rose to his feet and stared down at him. “I started this fight, but I’m trying to end it. Don’t act like this.”

  Ashley bucked his eyes and sat up. “I said I don’t need you. Surprised? I’ve gotten through the first twenty-five years of my life without you. Just because you won't be present, holding my hand through every bad life experience doesn't mean I'll be miserable! Wait, what am I saying?” He gave a bitter laugh. “You only want to hold my hand when no one’s watching.”

  Phoenix grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him to his feet. Ashley shoved him in the center of his chest. Phoenix angrily swept his hands away and grabbed his shirt again, his color high. Ashley swung on him. Phoenix jerked him off his feet and swung him away from the sofa to the open floor. Ashley gripped his wrists and struggled to break
his hold, but Phoenix was stronger.

  “Quit it!” Phoenix growled.

  “Get the hell off of me, you prick! You only think of yourself! I’m sick of pandering to your ego. You’re not the only one of us who has needs.”

  “Stop fighting me, honey. Calm down. I’m listening, Ashley. I’m listening.”

  “I’m not your damned doll, Phoenix! You can’t pick and choose when to wind me up!”

  Phoenix clasped the back of his neck and pulled him to his chest in a tight bear hug to keep him from fighting. He pressed his face to Ashley’s. “I’m not playing with you,” he whispered. Ashley shook his head and tried to pull away. Phoenix heard him sniffle and realized he was either crying or close to it. He softened his hug and held him. “I’m not playing with you, Ashley. I’m not.” He slid his mouth to Ashley’s and reveled in the soft, salty kiss. Ashley’s cheeks were wet.

  Phoenix dropped his hands to Ashley’s waist. He licked along the inner curve of his upper lip, eyes wide open. Brown and grey orbs locked. Ashley’s pain was written plainly on his face, and Phoenix cursed himself for the hardships that Ashley had lived that he couldn’t alleviate.

  “You need me,” Phoenix uttered, begging him to say it back. Ashley grunted in dissent, angry and wanting to deny it. But it was the truth. Phoenix shook him by the shoulders. “Tell me you need me!”

  Ashley stepped back and pulled Phoenix with him, both of them falling onto the sofa. “You say it first,” he ordered.

  “I need you. Alright? I said it,” he gasped. Phoenix moaned and kissed him deeper. “I think about you all day, and it’s driving me crazy because no matter what I do, I can’t hide from that fact. I’m fucking seething with envy every time I can’t have either of you! I need you.”

  “Phoenix.”

  Their clothes were shed to the music of rushed breaths and sultry moans. Phoenix hurried away to turn off the lights and make sure no one could peep at them through the doors and windows. Then he powered on his sound system and, unexpectedly, the last song he was listening to began to play. It was Ashley’s.

  Phoenix blushed in the dark room as he came back to his lover on the couch. Ashley hummed, sang a few lines. “Don’t stop,” Phoenix whispered. Ashley straddled his lap and stared down into Phoenix’s face. He sang the lyrics to the haunting melody. It was the first song from his set at the Yellow Lounge and would forever be synonymous with Phoenix and Cee-Cee.

  As he sang, he punctuated the notes with soft kisses. In a dimly lit doorway nearby, Cee-Cee stood wordlessly, transfixed by the scene that played out before her.

  Chapter 28

  Cee-Cee decided it was best to let them do what they needed to do to reconnect. This wasn’t about her. But she wanted to watch. She took a seat, crossed her legs and pulled her bath towel tighter around her damp, naked body.

  Phoenix reclined on the sofa with his head on the armrest as Ashley glided his lips down his chest and torso to close his sensual mouth around Phoenix’s swollen shaft. She licked her lips as he slowly bobbed his head. Phoenix let out a moan and opened his legs wider, unable to keep from caressing the back of Ashley’s head.

  He guided Ashley’s mouth back to his and they tangled tongues in an erotic kiss before Phoenix turned the tables and brought his mouth down to Ashley’s engorged penis. Cee-Cee squeezed her legs tighter and watched Phoenix’s mouth turn Ashley’s cock glossy. She watched his throat work as he sucked and listened to the way he moaned. He was totally lost in sensation; there could be twenty women watching and he wouldn’t notice.

  Ashley whispered his name. Her clit throbbed to experience the same pleasure. Phoenix clutched his own cock and masturbated as he pleasured his lover. Ashley reached out to help him with the job, stroking Phoenix’s shaft as he cried out in bliss. There was so much pleasure in the right kiss, the right touch.

  Days of holding back, waiting for moments like this had built up. Phoenix pulled a condom out of his discarded pants and slid it on, and when he came back to Ashley, his lover was sitting with his legs spread, waiting. Cee-Cee couldn’t resist. She slipped out of her chair and clutched Phoenix’s cheeks, moving his mouth to Ashley’s cock.

  “Mmm,” she moaned. She guided Phoenix in sucking him off, experiencing the ecstasy by proxy. As she whispered her encouragement, Phoenix furiously worked his own erection, driven practically mad with lust. Ashley growled, face contorting in a grimace of pleasure.

  “Arghhh,” he groaned. “Oh, fuck…”

  Phoenix made it look like a form of art. He gracefully slid his mouth up and down. Cee-Cee kissed Ashley’s mouth and swallowed his feverish moans. She rubbed his chest, squeezing his dark nipple. She was enthralled by the raw sex; the two beautiful male bodies helpless with need made desire wash over her, unending,

  Phoenix, unable to hold back any longer, pulled Ashley to the edge of the couch and pushed his cock into his lover's tight ass. Ashley winced and hissed, taking it. “Fuck, yes!” Cee-Cee squirmed. She stared down in wonder at the place where the two men connected. In and out. Cock appearing, disappearing. She felt like a child watching the ocean, except for the throb in her body, the hunger on her lips. Phoenix grabbed Ashley’s shaft and slowly stroked up, then down as he eased in and pulled out of the receptive orifice. She watched how his hand curled in the familiar motion, what men spend years practicing.

  Cee-Cee daringly spilled saliva onto the head of Phoenix’s cock and watched it disappear into Ashley’s body. That was part of her going in there. The look on Ashley’s face was one of sheer pleasure. He squeezed Phoenix’s wrist where Phoenix held his legs back to pound into him. He moved his ass to meet the thrusts, fucking him back. She thought she would come just from watching.

  Ashley emitted the most erotic whimper and Cee-Cee dropped her mouth to his cock to suck him while Phoenix pumped in and out of his perfect body. “Oooh,” she cooed around the mouthful. “Yes,” she exhaled, the word a slow hiss. He tasted salty and ready. Pre-cum spilled onto her tongue. She stroked his testicles and rubbed Phoenix’s dick and spat again into Ashley’s ass.

  Phoenix moaned. “Damn! You’re such a surprise.” He swept Cee-Cee’s hair back to stare at her sucking Ashley’s cock. He had to stop. Watching her while he did this would make him climax, and he wasn’t ready for it to be over. Not yet. He eased out of Ashley’s ass and peeled off the condom, watching Cee-Cee make Ashley’s swollen shaft quiver and tense in her mouth.

  Ashley watched him back. Cee-Cee pulled away and the singer pushed Phoenix back onto the orange rug. “My turn,” he whispered. Another condom materialized.

  “Um, I don’t usually…” Phoenix nervously responded.

  Ashley nodded understanding. “I’ll make it special,” he teased. Phoenix blushed. He turned onto his stomach and looked back as Ashley sent his body into a frenzy with expert swipes of his tongue to Phoenix’s entrance.

  “Oh, wow!”

  “Is this new for you?” Cee-Cee whispered. Phoenix gritted his teeth. He couldn’t speak. All he could do was moan and whimper. Ashley slowly worked a finger inside of him and made him groan.

  “Ahhh! Fuck!”

  “Relax,” Cee-Cee murmured. She eased down next to him and Phoenix climbed on top of her. He pushed his rigid cock into her tight pussy and sank into the wet, pillowy perfection with another excited growl. It was intense, rapturous; his cock familiar now yet still mysterious—the pleasure was mysterious. How she needed to be filled. Fucked. Hard. Nothing else mattered. “Focus on me.”

  Phoenix kissed her mouth as Ashley positioned behind him and massaged his anus. He shivered, ready. He held back, delighting in the sensation of Cee-Cee sucking lightly on his neck, just under his ear. Ashley bit his shoulder blade and pressed a hand to the base of his spine to make him deepen the arch in his back. His moist, tight ass waited and Ashley took his time entering, inch by inch.

  At first, Phoenix felt a burning pain that made him clench his jaw and grunt as he bore it. But it was short lived. Ashley worked and wri
ggled his way inside and the pain blossomed into ecstasy the likes of which he had never known. “Uhn, fuck!” he shouted. Meanwhile, Cee-Cee’s pussy rippled with almost-orgasms around his erection. He was dangerously close to the edge now.

  “I’m about to come,” he warned.

  “Yes!” Cee-Cee strained her pussy against him with manic thrusts of her hips, her orgasm now fully overtaking her body. She felt like she was on fire, but instead of flames there were waves of rippling pleasure licking away at every inch of her. Her hoarse cries turned to high-pitched squeals of reckless abandon. Ashley leaned over Phoenix’s shoulders to kiss her, silencing her cries. She convulsed in Phoenix’s arms and collapsed against the floor, spent.

  Ashley struggled to contain himself, but Phoenix’s virgin ass made him wild. Staccato bursts of moans flowed from his lips as his body undulated, hips rolling forward and back to thrust his rock-hard cock into the other man.

  Phoenix’s primal howl filled the room as he plunged to the hilt deep inside of Cee-Cee and let go. Ashley pumped into his ass as the climax overtook him as well. He couldn’t stop, couldn’t pull out. All he could do was hammer away until the last wave of ecstasy made him freeze in perfect tension before coming undone.

  He weakly fell away and his still hard cock dropped against his inner thigh. Ashley took off the condom. His creamy milk dribbled from the tip, and Phoenix greedily flicked his tongue and caught the last drop.

  “I told you,” he said breathlessly. “You need me.”

  Ashley didn't have the energy to disagree.

  * * *

  The three of them lay together in Phoenix’s bed. Morning light filtered through the blinds and turned the room rosy, but it was the weekend and none of them had to get up early. Cee-Cee, who wasn’t even into cuddling, felt incredibly comfortable snuggled between the two men.