There was still an incredible amount of devastation on the island and he, Bleu, and Colt tried to take a day or two out each week and dedicate time to helping those in need. It brought them closer together and convinced Alex even further what miraculous and wonderful people Bleu and Colton were. However, along with the growing admiration came an expanding lust he was having a harder time controlling with every visit.
Bleu was just finishing the routine she told them she’d learned during rehab, to bring her peace and serenity. On Bleu, the motions were slow and sensual. Her hands would come down, crisscrossing in front of the other, her soft skin just barely skimming. Her wild hair was pulled back into the usual French braid that covered her ears, and her lovely face was a statue of serenity. It was such a contradiction to see the energizer bunny in such a state of calm and concentration. She was simply and unequivocally beautiful.
He couldn’t keep his eyes off the freckled nose he wanted to Eskimo kiss, or the slender neck he wanted to nibble and leave his mark on. Her curves were perfectly proportioned to her petite frame, although some would say she had a little extra going on in the hip and ass area. To Alexis she was a pinup sex kitten. The rounded curves of her body made him want to bend her over his lap and nibble on her ass cheeks while shoving two lubed fingers into her puckered hole. Fuck, he would make her scream his name.
But Bleu’s wasn’t the only sweet ass he wanted to fuck into submission. His eyes moved to Colton’s muscular body. He wasn’t ready for that train of thought just yet but Alexis knew he would have to face it soon. He needed to sit down, alone with his thoughts, and work the quandary out in his head. From the hints and nudges he’d received from Colton over the past few weeks, he wasn’t the only one with thoughts heading toward that particular bend in the road.
Was it so wrong for a man who had claimed to be straight his entire life to suddenly develop overwhelming feelings for a man he had only known for a month or so? He didn’t think so. To Alexis, it sounded more like love at first sight. It felt like that, too, if he were being completely honest with himself. He had wanted him since he’d first seen those arresting eyes in the supermarket.
“Take a deep breath,” Bleu said quietly, bringing her hands down to a rest position. “Filter the energy back into the earth.” She rested for just a moment, long enough to filter said energy, and turned to Colton with a grin on her face.
“Feel better?”
“My shoulder still hurts.” Colt rotated his right shoulder. “I would’ve rather had a massage.”
“You’re an oaf,” she huffed, shoving him playfully. Colton grabbed her hand before she moved away and pulled her into a hug.
“Thanks for tolerating my oafishness.” Alexis couldn’t stop his eyes from trailing over the sweet duplicity that was Bleu and Colton’s joined bodies. One fair and deceptively fragile looking, the other taut with strength and masculinity. Purely male. And yet not. Colton’s nature seemed almost two-sided in his affectations. One moment he would be ribbing Alexis about a losing sports team and the next he’d be watching a chick flick with Bleu and actually liking it.
Colton pulled away from Bleu and passed by Alexis, his hand clapping him on the shoulder and giving it a squeeze. Electricity arched through his body, spreading from his shoulder to his cock as if someone had just licked the tip. His skin became hot and his breath short. It took all his will power not to audibly moan.
“You OK, Alex?” Bleu asked, flopping onto the couch and turning the TV on. “You look like you need to release some energy.” The blue devil winked at him before taking a swig from the vitamin water Colt just handed her.
“My energy is perfect, thanks. It’s soaked with the essence of deep-fried Oreos and homemade ice cream.”
“Mmm. Where can I get some of that?” Colton asked, taking his seat in a luxurious leather recliner and using the built-in remote to change the channel from whatever Bleu had put on. He’d been doing it since they arrived at the house that afternoon. It annoyed her to no end and she still had no clue how he did it.
“My cousin Vicky’s kid’s fourth grade bake sale.”
“What is it raising money for?” Bleu changed the channel back with a huff.
“The usual. New textbooks and equipment for the school.” It took monumental effort not to burst out laughing as her agitated state heightened when Colt changed the channel once more.
“Not sports equipment?” Colt asked casually, as if he weren’t currently messing with Bleu.
“It’s an elementary school, they don’t have sports teams. They’re lucky if they can organize a semisuccessful game of kickball.”
“So, Colt, now that we’ve seen your…awesome apartment. What the fuck do you do for a living exactly?” Bleu asked, looking a little chagrined at herself and changing the channel back. “I mean I get you’re into architecture, but in what way?”
“Oh wow.” Alexis rubbed his hair. “She’s right. I have no clue what you actually do for a living.”
Colton shrugged, a small smile on his face. “It’s nothing crazy. Boring actually. I’m not just involved in an architectural company, I’m an architect. I work in a company that takes houses in need of a little TLC and we flip them into something completely new and innovative.”
“You think we’d think that was boring?” Bleu asked, changing the channel once more. “That sounds awesome.” It changed back again and her lips pursed as she scanned the room to see any visible reason for the channel changing.
Alexis noticed the small smile and slight blush rise in Colt’s cheeks from Bleu’s praise. He’d never seen Colton blush before. It seemed like their new friend didn’t know how to take compliments. It made him even more obnoxiously endearing.
“I’ve been heading the design portion of the company for the past couple years and I’ve recently been asked to write a book meant for teaching on the subject.”
“A textbook?” Alexis asked.
“Yup. At the end of next year I should officially be Colton Evans, writer of textbooks and bane of college students across this great nation.”
“That’s insane, man.” Alexis smiled, making sure Colton could see how impressive he thought that was. “So…do you usually work weird hours because this is not the first time we’ve seen you looking a little worse for wear.” It wasn’t just Colton’s shoulder that had been bothering the man when they first came to visit. Alexis could see the dark circles under his eyes and his usually gleaming hair seemed limp and dull.
“Uh…no, not crazy hours. Not usually. I’m tired because of…something else.”
“Well that’s not at all cryptic,” Bleu mumbled, getting up from the sofa and beginning to look around the living room for the solution to her channel-changing frustration. Colton sent him a mischievous look and changed the channel three more times, ending on Fox news, which they both knew Bleu hated.
“It’s just a side project. I work on it whenever I get inspired and sometimes I’m inspired in the middle of the night. It’s nothing sinister. I promise.”
“Will you ever tell us what the project is?” Alexis asked, wanting Colton to tell them, to share that part of himself with them.
“Maybe one day.” Colton grinned as Bleu checked out the TV, grumbling to herself about TVs being possessed by the spirits of sexually repressed republicans. “If I ever think it’s good enough.” With a final wink at Alexis, he amped the volume on the TV.
“What the fuck is wrong with your goddamn TV, Colton?”
“So much for all that filtered energy, huh?”
* * * *
“This is not OK,” Bleu muttered to Liam. Even though it was a Saturday and even though it was the godforsaken hour of 7:00 a.m. on Thanksgiving weekend, she was in the shop tattooing Liam, again, because it was the only time the guy could come in that week, and truthfully she needed some hard and honest advice. Liam had never been a man to pull his punches with his opinion. She also desperately needed the business after the loss she took from Hurricane
Sandy.
Liam’s muscles tensed as she came to a bonier portion of his chest with the needle but that didn’t deter him from the conversation. “It’s amazingly OK, love. Bleu, if you could go through with this and if they both agree, you would be living the dream.”
“You dream of sleeping with two men?”
“No, you devil woman—fuck that hurts. You know what I mean. It would be the reverse for me.”
“Right, cause you’re so totally not gay.”
“Not that there’s anything wrong with that,” they both said in unison. She took the needle away from his skin as they laughed, not wanting to fuck up the intricate strands of hair on his alternative and slightly goth pinup girl.
“So, speaking of gay, in this fantasy of yours would you want them to be together or just share you?”
“I’m the perviest perv there is but I would want them to be together.” She sighed, shaking her. “I see them in the same space and it’s like…pure electricity charging the room. You should see it. The other day I was at Annabelle’s waiting for Colton to get there. Alexis comes into the dining room from the kitchen at the same exact second Colt walks into the restaurant. Their eyes met and I swear to the tattoo Gods of yore that the world melted away and they did that dance that Tony and Maria do in West Side Story.”
“No idea what that is but I’ll take your word for it. So there is attraction there. But what are they? Gay? Bi? I mean if they’re gay then sorry, love, but you’re shit out of luck.”
“I don’t know. All three of us have never spoken about our sex lives. Which is weird, right? We spend at least four days out of the week in each other’s company. And sometimes more when it’s just two of us. We’re not always the three of us together. Friends who spend that much time together talk about that stuff.”
“Do they drink around you?”
“No, even though I tell them it’s fine.” She couldn’t count how many times she’d told them that. “You know it doesn’t bug me. I just can’t do bars. Why?”
“Well, alcohol is usually the catalyst for the sex talks among my friends. We need to loosen those inhibitions to reveal that part of ourselves, especially the first time. You need to bring it up yourself with alcohol as an aide or else it probably won’t happen.”
“But should I? These are just fantasies.”
“Intense fantasies keeping you up at night. You have bruises underneath your eyes, love. I’ve never seen you look this stressed out. Not since that first year of being clean.”
She ignored that comment, not wanting to think about that hellish year. “I don’t want to ruin this amazing friendship that’s been growing. What if they think I’m disgusting? What if they both like me but they don’t like each other? What if they like each other but not me?” That was the worst possibility of all. She could live with just staying platonic friends…but to be left out of that relationship…hell, it would hurt.
“What if they both have the hots for each other and you, but none of you mention it because you’re all too chickenshit to fight for what you want? Talk about your sex lives, drop some hints you’d be interested. It couldn’t hurt.”
“I don’t think I would want to be with them if they didn’t want each other.”
“OK. So there are sparks between them, do you think either of them have ever been with a man?”
“Maybe Colton? He really never talks about his sex life or his past relationships. Alex has at least mentioned some dates with women.” She rolled back from the bench and started her posttattoo disposal of the needle and cleaning. “Done for the day, Liam. I have some errands to run for the shop then I need to shower and change before the Thanksgiving recovery barbeque tonight.”
“Barbeque?” he asked, gingerly sitting up.
“Colt and I are meeting Alexis at his house where he is going to make, what he claims is, the best barbeque north of the Mason-Dixon line, to help us recover from all the Thanksgiving food and family.” She shook her head with a grin, getting her cleaning supplies together.
“That is indeed a steep claim. You know what you should do?”
“What’s that, Yoda?”
“Bring a twelve-pack or some liquor. Let them know it’s really OK to drink in front of you. It will loosen them right up for that conversation.”
“I suppose I could be a little devious.” She shook her head rapidly, annoyed at the waning and waxing of sound in her ear. She hated these cheapo hearing aids her doctors prescribed her.
“What’s up?” Liam asked, noticing her agitation while putting his shirt back on.
“Sorry, my hearing aid has been feeling weird lately. I’m gonna have to go back to my doctor to get it checked out soon. This thing is so cheap it hardly works half the time anyway.” Unfortunately owning a tattoo business didn’t exactly allow for the best health insurance.
“Have they seen your ears?” Liam asked gently, knowing it was a touchy subject.
“I showed them at the diner that first night. Just lifted my hair back so they didn’t really get up close and personal with them. I’ve sort of glossed over the whole hearing issue with my left ear. And ya know, haven’t mentioned anything else of relevance that could possibly come back to bite me in the ass if you know what I mean.”
And Liam knew exactly what she meant. He had been there for her recovery and knew all about her fucked up history.
He crossed his arms and stared at her a moment before asking, “Can I offer some advice?”
“Why do you think I opened the shop for you at 7:00 a.m. on a damn Saturday? Advice, gimme gimme!”
He placed his hands on her shoulder, leveling her with uncharacteristically serious look. “Go into this weird and amazing thing with full disclosure. Something as unknown as a trouple—”
“A what?”
He ignored her as usual. “—is going to provide with a lot of bumps and unexpected turns. Tell them everything, love. I bet you told them everything about what happened but nothing that led up to it, didn’t you?”
She shook her head, not looking him in the eye.
“Tell them everything, Bleu. About your past, about what you feel for them. Tell them what you want from them and what you want to give them. Don’t hold back.”
“That could be really intense for a first time approaching the subject.”
“Well maybe don’t tell them all that at once. But don’t lie and don’t evade.” He gave her a friendly shake. “Got it, love?”
“Got it.” She hugged him, avoiding the tender, newly tattooed area. “You’re the best, Liam. Thank you.”
“Give money, not flowers.”
* * * *
Alexis was sweating. His cock was so hard he was fit to burst any second now. The snug hole it was buried in was hot and wet, Bleu’s cream easing his way as he pulsed like a piston in and out of her body as if he owned it. And he did. He owned her tight pussy, he owned her mouth, which he took full advantage of as he kissed and bit her full lips.
He owned the wild blue hair flaring all about her naked body. He owned the pert breasts that shook with each thrust of his cock. He had her splayed on her back by the edge of the bed with him standing, her ankles braced on his shoulders. The bed had a tall frame, it was the perfect height for this type of fucking. He loved it. He loved it rough and hard and he loved the primal grunts coming from behind him as Colton slammed his cock inside his tight ass.
He might own Bleu’s hot body, but Colton sure as fuck owned his. He owned his body, heart, and soul. Colt’s hand wrapped around his waist and his teeth sunk into Alex’s shoulder. Fuck, he loved when he used his teeth.
“Come for me, baby. Alex, I need your cum pumping into Bleu’s cunt.” Oh God, Colt’s words were going to make him come. He always knew how to do that with him, turn him on with a single brush of lips on skin or with a harsh “fuck her” whispered in his ear.
Bleu moaned from the bed and began to pump her hips up and down to meet Alex’s cock, using his shoulders as leverage
. The two penetrations on either side of him was too much. These two people that he loved were just too much for him to allow his body to maintain control.
“Yes, Alex. Fuck me good. Colt, fuck his ass harder. I love it when he feels you come inside him. The look on his face is magic.”
“C’mon, Alex. Let’s come for our girl. She wants it, she likes to see me take your hot ass. Fucking hell, Alex, baby, you’re squeezing me so tight.” Colt’s cock began to grind inside his ass harder and at a different angle, hitting that sweet spot with such agonizing ecstasy. Fuck, he couldn’t take it anymore, his balls pulled in tight to his body and he let himself fly.
Then he opened his eyes. He looked at the clock beside his bed and realized he would be missing another couple hours of sleep on account of being woken by an intense orgasm.
“Fuck.” He groaned when he felt something sticky all over his hand. “Again?”
He’d been jerking off in his sleep for about a month now. At first the dreams were just of a woman with teal-colored hair, then another figure began to appear with them. A figure with white-blond hair and eyes so arresting he could have sworn they were forged by angels.
“I’m spouting poetry now,” he grumbled as he tore the sheets from the bed and walked naked into the hall to toss them in the wash. Again. He was going to have to buy new sheets at this point with how threadbare they were becoming.
He banged his head on the wall, trying to dislodge the vivid images from his mind. Every night for the past month he’d either woken hard or completely spent. What the fuck was wrong with him?
Alex didn’t bother dressing before descending the stairs to turn the coffee pot on. He had fixed the coffee and set the timer last night, and if his stupid cock had had some sort of control and ignored his dreams the coffee pot would have turned on when it was supposed to and he could have gotten a few more hours of sleep.
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