by Alexa Anna
That makes me laugh like nothing else. “Oh,” I say. “I get it. People watching for you is just more work, since that’s apparently what you guys do all day long for work.”
“That, and fight off gangsters,” says Jake.
Luke takes a long sip from his coffee, and puts his mug down on the table. “I’ve always wanted to go ice skating,” he says.
Jake bursts into laughter. “Ice skating? You?”
“Let’s go!” I say. “Have you ever been ice skating before, Luke?”
Jake laughs. “I doubt it,” he says. “Me, I’m pretty good, not to brag or anything.”
Luke shakes his head. “No,” he says.
“I’ll teach you,” I say. “Me and Jake will teach you.”
It’s a weird feeling not having my apartment as a home base. There haven’t been many nights in the last year that I haven’t ended up at home. My romantic life was in a complete rut, so to speak, which I guess is pretty obvious since I’d never had sex before meeting Luke and Jake. But it’s a good feeling, not heading home. It feels like I’m a real person, on an adventure throughout the city, with two new friends, or dare I say lovers? I’ve never had lovers before, and I like it.
Of course, I never imagined I might have lovers plural and not a single lover… not like this.
Jake and Luke don’t seem completely used to the idea of hanging out with me after the act, either. I don’t get the sense they’ve spent much time with these women they’ve been sharing, except in bed, of course.
We all pile in the car and head out, towards the ice skating rink that’s in the city.
It’s nice to get out of these busted up neighborhoods. The Downs is really nothing more than a shithole filled with shady characters and a few hipsters. I almost take a deep breath of surprise as we pass into the other parts of the city. It’s been a long, long time since I’ve had the money or time to do anything else in the city. I guess it’s been a long time since I’ve had the interest also, or the inclination, to do it.
“Sure looks a lot nicer out here,” says Luke.
“Our work doesn’t take us into nice areas too often, not these days,” says Jake, by way of explanation.
“I don’t get out to this side of the city much either,” I say.
“Let’s enjoy it while we can then,” says Jake.
There’s an element of fatality to the way they talk. With how dangerous their line of work is, I wonder if they think about dying, and I wonder if they’ve accepted the fact that they might die in the line of duty. I wonder if they’ve ever known anything else, another style of life.
It’s a thought that sends shivers down my spine, and I have to take a deep breath to make the feeling go away.
Luke
“You know I’ve never done this before,” I say, tightening the laces on my skates until I can barely feel my feet. But that’s how it’s supposed to be done, right? I’ve wanted to go skating ever since I was a little kid but obviously there wasn’t any time with the way things were going in my family. And no money either. And no desire to take me anywhere—my parents, I mean.
“That’s pretty obvious, dude,” says Jake, laughing.
“You’ll get the hang of it quick, don’t worry,” says Lexi.
“I’m not worried,” I say.
I catch sight of her ass in her tight leggings that she’s now wearing as she bends over. Apparently, she was thinking of the possibility of not returning to her apartment yesterday when she left for work, because she brought a change of clothes with her, as well as her toothbrush. I can’t help but think how cute that is.
Her plump ass makes my cock hard.
I catch Jake checking her out too. He gives me a wink and a nod.
It’s strange to spend time with a woman like this. Especially strange that it’s me and Jake together. I mean, sure, we’ve fucked countless women together. Way too many to count. Or even attempt to count. And before Jake and I got into this business I’ve been on plenty of dates with women… but honesty I’ve never spent much time with them outside of the bedroom, or wherever we happened to be fucking.
I wonder if I could get to the place where the fucking becomes love making, and not just straight pleasure. I’m getting a hint of something else coming from Lexi. It’s hard to tell. It’s hard to know for sure. It’s hard to know what it is. And while Jake and I are comfortable enough fucking her together, the idea of being in a relationship with her together, wouldn’t that be a little strange? Well, maybe in other people’s eyes, but I’ve never been the type to give a fuck what other people think of me.
“Come on,” says Lexi, taking me by the hand as we step onto the ice skating rink.
This place alone is nicer than the entire Downs neighborhood where we’ve been hanging out, hitting the streets, doing our own beat, and getting attacked almost every other day. But if it wasn’t for The Downs, we’d have never met Lexi.
She’s wearing a sweater that stops right at her ass where her leggings show how delicious her round rump is.
I want to bend her over and fuck her right here on the ice. My cock’s hard in my pants and it’s hard to concentrate on what she’s telling me.
“Hold my hands,” she says, expertly skating in front of me and spinning around so that she’s facing me.
Jake laughs as he watches, skating expert circles around us.
“Where the hell did you learn how to skate?” I say.
Jake shrugs. “Used to roller blade a lot.”
“Back when that was cool,” I say.
“It’s still cool!” says Lexi. “It’s coming back. Even roller skating.”
“You mean the kind with the four wheels? That was only for dorks when I was skating,” says Jake.
“It’s coming back,” insists Lexi.
I make a few tries with my skates, flailing my legs around on the ice. They don’t seem to want to stay in the right place.
I’m too big for Lexi to hold me up and I tumble to my side. I try to correct for my fall, but everything I know about combat and body dynamics only works with shoes, not skates, and I wind up falling right on my ass.
Jake comes over and stands over me, cackling, before offering me a hand. He pulls me up.
“Once more,” says Lexi, extending her hands.
I’m getting better. That’s something you can always say about me: I’m a fast learner. That’s why I was good in the military. That’s why they wanted to promote me, along with Jake.
“Damn,” says Lexi, watching me skate away. Sure, I’m going clumsily, horribly actually, but I’m skating on my own. Just my second try.
Jake lets out a low whistle.
“You look like an overgrown toddler, man,” he cries out. “But you’re fucking skating.”
A woman nearby gives us a cross look. She apparently doesn’t like this kind of foul language.
I’m heading across the rink. The wall is coming at me. I try to turn, but I don’t yet know how to do that. My head is calm. I try to stop. But I know there aren’t any brakes on these things. But I know my physics. I point my skates together, doing a clumsy stop. But I do it, rather than smacking right into the wall. The last thing I need right now is another injury. I’d never tell anyone, but I’m still aching from the injuries I’ve sustained the last few days. I know Jake is too, but he’d never tell anyone either. It’s a sort of code that the two of us have. We just grunt through our injuries and misfortunes, trying to improve on things next time.
Jake and Lexi are skating around each other, and now they grab their hands together and do that thing where they spin around each other, their hands making the fulcrum point of the motion.
It’s not jealousy that comes up, or is it? Something’s here, a feeling that I haven’t felt in a long, long time, a feeling that whenever I’ve felt it, I’ve buried it deep down.
We spend another two hours here on the rink, and I just keep getting better. By the end of the time, I’m skating like a mediocre skater.
/> “You learn fast,” says Lexi, looking at me like she’s impressed.
I shrug. “I’ve had to learn a lot of things quickly,” I say. “I guess it’s a skill.”
She’s standing in front of me. We’re off the ice now, and I can stand well in these skates on the rubberized matting they have. She’s much, much shorter than me, and she presses her body in towards mine. Her legs are almost between mine, even though we’re both standing up.
“Get a room, you two,” says Jake, taking off his skates.
She leans in and kisses me gently on the mouth. I kiss her back, ever so softly, letting the touch of our lips linger for a moment. Now she pulls away, looking down at her skates.
What was that? A moment between just the two of us?
Jake gives me a look that I can’t read, which is rare. I always seem to know exactly what he’s thinking. Is he jealous or something?
“Let’s get something to eat,” I say, as I take off my skates. My feet suddenly feel wonderful, the tension of the laces leaving them aching for freedom. It seems like a shame to put them back into my shoes.
“Where to?” says Jake. “What about that cheesesteak place on Eighth?”
Lexi makes a face that only I can see. I can tell she’s not in the mood for something like cheesesteaks.
“Maybe we could take Lexi to somewhere nicer,” I say.
Jake nods. “Whatever the lady desires,” he says, in a comic rather than sarcastic voice. “Shall we depart, my lady?”
“Why certainly, my… um… count?”
Jake laughs. “Your count?”
He takes her hand, which she holds in an elaborate princess like way, and kisses it slowly. Now he picks her up in his arms, carrying her close to his chest. I watch as her left breast presses against his torso.
A pang of something hits me… is it jealousy?
They have so much fun together. I don’t know if I could ever give her that. I’ve never understood how Jake responds with such humor to almost every situation. How can he be so light hearted and jovial despite everything the two of us have been through? Even in prison, he was always cracking jokes.
But then again, his jokes got him into a shitload of trouble at times. Guys in prison don’t usually like being made fun of, but it was just another couple dozen that we had to fight. In the end, it didn’t make much difference one way or the other. We were going to have to fight for our lives no matter what.
Jake drives this time, with Lexi in the front seat with him.
I have to admit that I hate watching the way she curls up by his side, sliding her body across the long bench seat so that she’s pressed up right against him. He casually drapes one arm around her, his left arm stretched out, hand on the wheel.
I give Jake directions for a fancy French place that I went once when the two of us were working on a weird case involving embezzlement. It was one of the few times that we had to split up and work different parts of the city. One of us had to watch the restaurant and one of us had to watch a junkyard—it’s a long story, and you’d never expect the two establishments to be related But if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that there’s always some shady shit going on behind the scenes.
Of course, that was years ago, and the restaurant is in new hands. They always had good food anyway.
“My lady,” says Jake, doing the routine again, as he holds the door open for her.
Lexi does a little curtsy.
I grimace to myself and follow them into the restaurant.
The obsequious waiter comes over, speaking with a practiced fake accent. I order a bottle of a wine for the three of us and some appetizers, whose name I can’t pronounce.
The place is somewhat frilly, with fancy lacy tablecloths and antique looking tables and chairs.
Ornate chandeliers hand down from the ceilings, casting a low light all over the place, giving us the illusion of eating by candlelight. I don’t like how dark the place is.
This is the type of place where the knives are always sharp and everyone is always dressed well… I’d forgotten that last part until just now.
The place isn’t totally full, but as my eyes adjust, I can see there are plenty of people here. My semi hard cock is drawing me back towards Lexi, but my training is taking my eyes around the restaurant, sizing everyone up, even though there’s almost no risk of a threat in a place like this.
The other diners don’t seem to be thrilled at our presence.
“I think people are looking at us,” says Lexi, quietly, looking down at the table.
“They’re not used to seeing two men with one woman,” I say.
“For all they know, we’re friends though or co-workers.”
“They see the way we look at you,” I say.
“We’re not exactly dressed the right way either,” says Jake. “But fuck it.”
“Yeah,” I say. “Fuck it.”
“That’s right,” says Lexi, her demeanor changing a little. “Fuck it.”
“That’s the spirit!” says Jake.
The waiter comes over and pours us each a glass of wine out of the bottle I ordered.
As he leaves, I raise my glass. “I propose a toast. To…”
“Fuck it,” says Lexi, raising her glass, a glint in her eye.
“To fuck it,” I say.
“To fuck it,” says Jake.
“To fuck it,” repeats Lexi, and we all clink glasses.
Jake and I both have our eyes on Lexi and she’s looking back and forth between us.
Just looking her in the eyes, feeling her desire for me, makes my cock raging hard.
Her foot brushes against my leg softly under the table. My cock’s only harder now. I take a napkin and fold it neatly over my erection, hoping to cover some of it, but it’s still a very obviously large bulge.
“You’re going to get us kicked out of here, if you keep that up,” says Jake, joking, of course.
Apparently her foot is on his leg, too.
“Hmmm,” says Lexi, finishing her first bite of the appetizer, which is some type of baked dough stuffed with vegetables and duck meat. It’s pretty good. She holds the appetizer daintily in her hand, her lips pursed, her eyes almost rolling up in an imitation of an orgasm. “This is so fucking good.”
“You’re getting the hang of the way we talk already,” says Jake.
“I’m glad you like it,” I say.
“I like a lot more than the way you two talk.”
That gets my cock even harder. I adjust the napkin, but it’s pointless to even try to hide it.
Lexi
The meal is delicious. I can’t keep my eyes off Jake and Luke the entire time.
Their personalities are really starting to separate for me, staring to mature. It’s always been interesting to me that your first impression of someone usually doesn’t stick. If you keep spending time with them, you’re bound to get new impressions of them, and all of these impressions tend to get stuck together, forming a more complex understanding of the person and who they are, and what they’re capable of.
Underneath Jake’s joking exterior, there’s a real sadness. I catch it in his eyes sometimes, when he thinks I’m not looking, when he thinks no one is looking.
Luke could be funny too if he could just relax. I know he has a good sense of humor hiding underneath his tough guy exterior. But honestly, his somber and serious tone makes me want him so much. I don’t want him to change, and I don’t want Jake to either. They say there’s no better aphrodisiac than laughter, and for Jake thats true, that is, until I look at Luke.
I want them both. I want to do more with them. I want them to show me what they’re really capable of, what they can truly do to me.
“What should we do next?” I say.
“You’re not tired?” says Jake.
“Of course not,” I say. “I feel better than I ever have. You’re not tired, are you?”
“Of course not,” says Jake, shaking his head.
Luke
’s in the bathroom. It was pretty funny watching him try to navigate through the tables with his huge cock sticking out of his pants like some artifact from a museum that he’s trying to steal. What a weird simile—but that’s just where my mind goes sometimes.
Jake excuses himself to go to the bathroom as well, and I’m left with my own thoughts for a few minutes.
This has all happened so strangely, and yet I already feel so comfortable with them.
But a part of me is nagging at me, telling me that I shouldn’t be doing this. I mean, am I crazy? The first guys that I like… and there are two of them. Fucking two of them. I can’t do this, can I?
I mean, can this kind of relationship really become a long term one? Would that even work? Would it be accepted by other people? I’ve gained a bit of their “fuck it” attitude, in terms of what other people think about me and us, but it’s still hard for me. After all, I’ve spent my whole life wondering what people think about me, and trying to make a good impression on people, trying to get them to like me. But what was that all for? In the end, I made some friends that I probably shouldn’t have, people who didn’t like the real me, and it turned out I didn’t like them too much.
I don’t feel that way with Jake and Luke. I know they like me for who I really am.
But am I expecting something long term from this? And, perhaps more importantly, are they?
But there I go again, wondering what they’re thinking, when I should be concentrating on trying to figure out what the hell it is that I actually want.
There’s still their hidden past that I don’t know anything about. There’s their long history of bedding as many women as they could, together, of course. And, then, what, I come along, and I suddenly change everything and they spend the rest of their lives with me? I mean, that’s the sense I’m getting from them today. But could it just be an act that they’re putting on for me? Or, worse, could it just me that I’m seeing in them what I want to see, and they’re not looking for anything more with me than some fun?