One More

by Daisy May

  For half a second, I imagined something had happened with the kid Jasper was meeting. It was a gay networking site, so sparks might’ve flown. They could be off in a hotel somewhere right now…

  I laughed at myself. No, that would never happen. If there was one thing I was sure of in this life, it was the steadiness of Jasper’s affection. He and I had been through so much, I could never doubt him.

  I returned my attention to where it’d been before—half on the TV showing a cop drama, half on the wood I was carving into a lion. The show was just bad enough to entertain me while I was doing my woodworking. I liked that it didn’t take much focus to follow the silly plots.

  The carving was just for fun. I didn’t know yet who I’d give it to, which meant it’d probably end up on the side table with all the other little knickknacks I’d made over the years. We had so many now that I was actually making an effort to do less carving. But it was the best way to keep my hands busy and my mind occupied, especially on a night when I was a little worried about Jasper.

  I scraped a few more slivers of wood away from the lion’s mane. The sculpture was coming together nicely. I set it on the coffee table, intending to get back to it later. Just then, the front door opened and I sat up straight, eager to see Jasper.

  He had a funny little smile on his face as he came in. His eyes were brighter than usual, too. I made a face at him as he picked up my carving.

  “This is great,” he said. “Already looks more detailed than the last few you’ve made. You just started it tonight?”

  “Cut it out. You know I want to hear about your meeting.”

  He dropped onto the couch beside me, rubbing the carving so hard I worried he’d give himself a splinter. “But I like this.”

  “Why are you acting so funny? What happened?” I grabbed his shoulders and peered into his eyes. “Did you actually drink coffee? You know you can’t have caffeine at this hour.”

  He shrugged me off, laughing. “I didn’t have any coffee. I had a good time, though.” He placed the carving carefully on the table. “The guy was very interesting.”

  “Interesting how?”

  “Oh, Charlie…” He squeezed my knee. “You’d love him, too. And he’s just your type.”

  A ball of tension grew in my stomach. “What are you talking about?”

  “I’m sorry, I should’ve checked with you first, but he was so damn cute and I could tell he was looking at me.” Jasper gave me a puppy-dog look, which he knew never failed to make me melt.

  “So what happened?” I asked gently. “You asked him to join us?”

  “Maybe. Kind of. Sort of.” The puppy-dog eyes intensified. “You don’t mind, do you? I know it’s been a while, and I know we didn’t talk about it properly, but I swear if you saw this guy, you’d understand.”

  “Hmm.” I wasn’t a fan of how he’d done this without consulting me, but he did have me intrigued now. “Let me see what he looks like.”

  “I can't.”

  “What, you don’t have a picture?” I frowned at him. “It’s 2017. Tell him to send you one.”

  “Actually, he has one on the site, but I didn’t want to show him yours just for privacy’s sake, so I figure it’s only fair…”

  I huffed. “So how am I supposed to know if I’d be into this guy?”

  “You think I don’t know your type?” Jasper asked, trailing a finger down my arm. “I know your type, babe. He’s it.”

  “Let me guess, he’s a twink.”

  “Just what you like.” He ran his fingers through my beard, caressing my jaw in a way that always made me shiver. “Fresh out of law school and cute as a button.”

  “I don’t know about this.”

  “Weren’t our group scenes always fun before?” he asked. “Remember that tattooed guy back when we first got together?”

  I laughed. That was one hook-up I’d never forget. The guy looked normal at the club where we met him, but when we got him back to our place, we found out every clothed part of his body was covered in cartoon tattoos.

  “Remember the one with the baseball bat for a dick?” I asked.

  “I think we’re talking about the same guy.” Now we both laughed. Jasper grabbed my knee. “Seriously, though, you’d be up for it?”

  “Possibly.” I liked the idea, and Jasper knew me well enough to know that.

  “Don’t get your hopes up too high,” he murmured, stroking my thigh. “He’s just thinking about it, anyway. Nothing’s for sure.”

  “Well, good.” I shifted my hips up and unbuttoned my pants. “Because I’m still not on board.” I guided his hand to my shaft, which said otherwise.

  Jasper’s eyes lit up even more, and now they were focused only on me. “To our room?”

  “Oh, yes.”

  Jasper

  I was harder than ever as I led Charlie into the bedroom. He was into the idea! We were going to fuck each other’s brains out, and then we’d bring Reuben here as soon as possible. My fantasy was going to come true, exactly how I wanted it. How had I gotten so lucky?

  I sat on the bed, pulling Charlie toward me. “I’m thinking option two,” I murmured before dragging him into a kiss.

  His hands roamed down my back as he growled out an assent. He rarely ever said no to option two.

  I pulled off his clothes, then mine. He was still standing, so I knelt on the bed to rub my bare chest against his. His nipples grazed against mine, his cock sliding along my length. I let out a soft gasp as his teeth dug into my neck. Then he pushed me to the mattress, where I immediately flipped over.

  He got himself prepared behind me. “Mmm…” I groaned, kneeling and pulling my cheeks open for him.

  His cock made contact, and I groaned out loud. It didn’t take much to open me up for him these days—we had more than enough sex to keep me ready for him at all times. Tonight, he’d lubed up generously, and I did my best to relax my muscles.

  His hand on my erection made me gasp and tense up, but after a second it helped me surrender. I arched my butt upward, still spreading myself open, and he slowly, carefully eased inside me.

  “Oh, fuck,” I whispered. It’d been a few days at the most since we’d done this—last time I’d only given him oral, and the time before that I’d topped him—but somehow I always seemed to forget just how large he was inside me, how perfectly he filled me up. “You feel so amazing, Charlie.”

  He gave me a few slow thrusts before answering, and when he did, his voice was hoarse and raspy. “You’re so fucking tight on me, baby.”

  I let my arms splay out in front of me, biting the pillow to quiet the cries I wanted to scream out. I loved it when he called me “baby.” I loved it when he was inside me. The sheer perfection of this moment had me turned on beyond belief.

  But there was more that could make this even better. “We’re going to have one more,” I told him, turning my head back so I could look into his eyes. “One more threesome. One last time.”

  “Oh, yeah.” He squeezed my cock as if a spasm had just gone through his hand. “You want that, don’t you? One more man in here with us.”

  “God, yeah. You won’t know what hit you when you see him, Charlie. He’s so fucking sexy.” I pushed back, wanting to take him deeper, and forward, wanting to fuck into his hand. I wanted everything at once and in every way, and I wanted a third man in here with us too. “Fuck… he’s got these lips…”

  “You want to slide your dick between them?”

  “You know me too well.” I half-laughed, but it turned into a groan.

  “You want me to fuck you while you fuck his mouth, huh, baby?”

  “Oh, God.” I spasmed, imagining how good it would feel if Reuben’s mouth took the place of Charlie’s hand. I could just picture him under me, his mouth open wide as Charlie’s thrusts forced me into his mouth over and over.

  Reuben would be so pretty like that—his eyes would go wide at his lack of control over the blow job. I hoped he didn’t have a gag reflex.
No, I hoped he did. I wanted to see his spit running down his face, all slick and sloppy. I wanted to feel him gag just the tiniest bit on my cock.

  “What else do you want, baby?” Charlie asked, all throaty and horny. “You’re going to make me come if you make me think about this any more.”

  I wanted everything. I wanted whatever he wanted. My fingers dug into the bed sheets, balling them up with mindless lust. For Charlie’s sake, I tried to come up with a new fantasy.

  “After you come, I want you to join him down there,” I told him. “I’ll flip over and jerk off while I watch you two make out for a while. Then he’ll start sucking my cock again… sucking it good and hard… and you’ll suck my balls while you jerk him off.”

  “Fuck yeah. Tell me more.”

  “Then I’ll come,” I said, my voice tight. “Won’t take me long at all. I’ll come so fucking hard I see stars, and by the time I’m in my right mind again, you’ll be sucking Reuben off. I’ll just open my eyes and see you already in the middle of blowing him.”

  And Reuben would be loving it. His innocent little face would be all twisted up with decidedly non-innocent expressions. I could just picture his lips parting, hot panting breaths coming through them as I sat back and watched.

  “And I won’t just watch for too long,” I said, gasping out the words. “I’ll just take a second to recover, and then I’ll be up there kissing him while you blow him. I’ll be tasting my own cum in his mouth while you get his load on your tongue. And then I’ll kiss you and taste his, too.”

  “Yes,” Charlie grunted. His thrusts sped up until he was fucking me in earnest, to the point where it almost hurt me, but it felt too good for me to call it pain. “Yes, baby, I’m going to come!”

  His fingers dug into my hips as he shot his load inside me. Pump after pump, hot and sticky, filled up my insides, and I jerked around every time his jizz hit my prostate. I was right on the verge of coming too as I rolled over and grabbed Charlie’s head. Even as dazed as he was, he got down between my legs.

  It wasn’t quite the fantasy that I’d been telling him about. We still needed Reuben for that.

  But as his lips wrapped around me and I shot off into his warm, wet mouth, we were damn close. And I knew the real thing would come soon enough.

  Reuben

  The coffee shop was quiet today. Quiet enough for my coworker to pester me between customers.

  As I fended off Hannah’s questions for the millionth time this afternoon, I wondered if I should stop worrying about legal jobs and just find myself a bigger coffee shop where my fellow baristas would be too busy to harass me about my personal life.

  “I know something is up with you,” she said, crossing her arms and leaning against the counter. “I can see it in your eyes. You can’t deny these things to someone who’s known you for so long.”

  I avoided her gaze by washing the coffee pot. “I’m not confirming or denying whether something is ‘up’ with me. The question is whether it’s any of your business.”

  “The answer is yes.”

  “The answer is no!” I said. “How would it be? Even if I was getting married or something, that wouldn’t make it your business.”

  Her eyes sparkled, and she darted over to my side. “You’re getting married?”

  “No!”

  She rolled her eyes, slouching back. “No, of course not. No guy would look that happy about getting married, gay or not.”

  “Sexist much? I’d be happy to get married to the right guy.”

  She snorted. “Even when you’re trying, you can’t sound enthusiastic about it.”

  “I’m twenty-four years old,” I said with a scoff. “And single. I’m not thinking about marriage.”

  “Twenty-four, single, and walking on a cloud—which means it’s something about sex. Did you get some? You totally did, didn’t you?”

  “No!” I rinsed the suds out of the coffee pot and set it in the coffee maker. “Not yet, anyway.”

  The last part had been a mumble intended only for me, but of course Hannah had managed to overhear. “You’re getting some soon? Tell me more! Why would that be so exciting? I thought you gay guys went at it all the time.”

  She wasn’t exactly wrong. I knew I could find a hook-up pretty much anytime I wanted one, unlike the heterosexual men I knew. My looks didn’t hurt. Men went for my “type” in a big way. At least for sex.

  That was the problem. I’d never been into fucking for the sake of fucking.

  But I’d never been propositioned by two hot older men, either.

  “It’s not a big deal,” I said. “I’m looking for a new job, did I tell you about that?”

  I’d done some research after my meeting with Jasper the other day. The sites he’d given me were good ones—lots of information, and some job postings that seemed less likely to get flooded with applications. I’d written to a few firms, and one had already replied to me. Only to say they wouldn’t be able to consider someone with no experience, but still.

  “I don’t really care,” Hannah said. “I want to hear about the dirty stuff. Spill it.” She poked me in the ribs.

  I wrinkled my nose at her. She was so nosy and completely inappropriate. The good thing was that I knew how to handle her. Whenever she pushed too hard about my life, I could easily distract her by changing the subject to her own. That was a topic she never bored of.

  “Why don’t you tell me about your latest sexploits?” I asked. “I know you’ve had some. Or are you still with that one guy?”

  “It’s only been three months now,” she huffed. “You know this is my longest relationship ever?”

  “Hey, that’s great!” I was genuinely happy for her, not even just trying to get the attention off myself. “Tell me more about that instead of your sexploits.”

  She cocked an eyebrow at me. “Who’s to say I can’t do both? We’re actually thinking about bringing another guy into the bedroom.”

  “Really?” Suddenly I was a lot more curious. “Who? Why? How?”

  “You’re just missing ‘where’ and ‘when,’” she laughed. “Hey, look who it is!” She pointed at the door.

  Mr. Angrypants. Of course. I started untying my apron strings, but Hannah was one step ahead of me. “Ah-ah-ah! You’ve already taken two breaks today.”

  “You’re counting?”

  “Always,” she smirked. “And I haven’t even taken my first break yet. Toodles!”

  She disappeared into the back room, leaving me face-to-face with Mr. A. I gave him my most cheerful smile as I stepped up to the counter. Before I could even ask if he wanted the usual, he was already glaring at me.

  “You baristas are always chit-chatting in here. Seems like you’d have the coffee ready faster if you did a little less talking.”

  Although I wanted to cross my arms, I kept them hanging at my sides. “We do our best to get the coffee ready as fast as possible. We have no way of knowing who’s going to come and what they’re going to want. That’s how it works when you order at a coffee shop. We don’t just pre-make the coffee and pour it in a cup.”

  “Seems like it always takes a while.”

  Did he really have to have such a bad attitude? Especially when he was so hot? Even when I was furious with Mr. A, I couldn’t take my eyes off those piercing eyes and the full lips that were half-hidden by his beard.

  “I believe it takes us a perfectly average amount of time to make Americanos for you,” I told him. “If you disagree, you’re welcome to visit some other cafes and see how they compare.”

  His eyes widened, and when more of the whites were visible, that intense deep brown only stood out more. God, I could get lost in those fucking eyes. I could stare into them for an hour. Maybe a day.

  “Are you saying you don’t want my business?” he demanded.

  “I'm not saying that at all.” I wiped my suddenly-sweaty hands on my apron and moved to the espresso machine. “I assume you want an Americano.”

  “I do, fro
m someone who can give me decent customer service.”

  “Excuse me?” I stopped what I was doing to glare at him. “If you have a problem with the service here, I’d advise you to take it up with the manager. But I’ve been working here for years and he knows what kind of worker I am.”

  Angrypants snorted. “Sure. Make me the coffee, would you?”

  I took a deep breath. Be calm, Reuben. Listen to your breathing and don’t let these emotions control you. When you’re fully in the now, nothing really matters but the present moment. That was what my meditation books told me. Except my present moment was filled with rage toward this asshole customer who clearly thought he was better than me.

  Hannah tiptoed out of the back room. “Is everything okay?”

  I shot a glare at Angrypants. Hopefully he noted how she was worried about me and not him. I was the valuable one here. We had enough customers. We could lose one if he wanted to be a giant fucking douchebag. This wasn’t a place where the customer was always right. Sometimes the customer was just an asshole.

  “Everything’s fine,” I said through gritted teeth. “I was just about to make an Americano for the customer.”

  Angrypants glared at Hannah. “That’s okay,” he said. “I’m happy to go somewhere else.”

  “What, you’re too good for us now?” I white-knuckled the counter.

  “If he has that many problems with our coffee, maybe this is for the best,” Hannah said softly.

  The man scoffed at her. Fuck, even in his most hateful, he was breathtaking. “If you don’t want to do your jobs, it is for the best.”

  The door clanged after him, and he was gone.

  Deep breaths, Reuben. My heart rate wouldn’t calm down, and Hannah’s attempt at a comforting pat on the back only sped it up more. What had I just done?

  “It’s okay,” Hannah told me. “You did the right thing. That man’s been coming in here and being rude to us for months. I’m tired of it, too. I hope he doesn’t come back.”