by Lillie Jayne
“I don’t have a revolving door.” He pauses, giving the concept serious thought. “Though, that’s not a bad idea. It would save time,” he teases, and we both chuckle. “Seriously, Sunshine, you know you’re welcome to join whenever you like. It’s not as if we haven’t had a threesome plenty of times before. The girls know you well enough and don’t mind.”
Now, to anyone but Theo and me, that would be an odd thing to say, but it’s how we’ve always been since college. We shared a dorm room, which often led to sharing women, or group sex, so it’s easy for us to share now. It’s what we do. Well, except for men. Theo touches none of the guys present, for obvious reasons, but he doesn’t mind them being there for me.
“It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just…” Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I tell him what I want. “I need to have a guy, too, more often these days, it would seem. I mean, I still lust after girls. I’m still a boob man. I’m just attracted to guys more. It’s been on my mind a lot, and as much as I enjoy women, I want to settle down with a guy. With girls, it’s only sex, but with guys it’s sex and romance I want.”
Theo nods in understanding. It’s a difficult thing to explain to someone straight, but I hope he gets it. Our lives intertwine, and I need him to accept that about me. I often wonder how our friendship will change when I feel ready to settle and Theo still plays loose and hard. I hope we can survive that. Theo missing from my life is not an option I will ever consider.
I do worry about his future, though. He told me once that he never wanted a relationship or kids. His choice, and I respect the hell out of him for that. I want kids, and he’ll make a great uncle, but I don’t want him to be alone. It will take an understanding partner to fathom the dynamics of our friendship.
I’ll never let him be on his own though, even if we have to live next door to each other.
“I get it, Finn. Really, I do. I know I want to be a bachelor for the rest of my life, but more than that, I want you to be happy. If that means you settling down with a husband and some kids running around, then I’ll be happy for you. I mean that.”
I can see the sincerity swirling in the depths of his blue eyes, and my heart flutters, while my stomach flips like a pancake on Shrove Tuesday. We catch each other’s gaze and have another of those intense moments, lost in something we have yet to acknowledge.
I swallow hard, trembling from the adrenalin coursing through me. A rush of heat consumes my body, and I’m convinced my face is bright red. Whatever this is, I’m starting to think it’s mutual, though I don’t dare get my hopes up.
Theo breaks first, and the moment passes as he turns to face the bar once again. I observe him, disorientated and breathless, as he runs a shaky hand through his tousled hair. I wonder if he is as affected as I am.
Fuck, that was intense.
We finish our beers in silence, and I order our next round from the same bartender who ogles Theo again without shame. My gut clenches, and I want to smack his face. I have no right to feel jealous, but I always get like this when guys check him out. Girls eyeing him up never bothers me, just guys.
It’s not like they have a chance with him anyway. But a small part of me will always hold on to the dream that, if Theo ever shows any interest in men, it will be me he wants and no one else. A stupid dream, but a dream of mine all the same.
I throw the bartender a scathing look as I pay for our drinks, one that tells him to keep his filthy paws off. He gives me a small nod and waltzes off to the other end of the bar.
“That bartender blatantly checked you out,” I mutter.
Theo turns to me with a cheeky smile. “And? He can check me out all he wants, but it will be a pointless exercise.”
I side-eye him as I drink from my bottle. “I know that, but he doesn’t. He will now, though.” I grin, smug as fuck, and I straighten.
Theo smiles back, levity written all over his face. “Oh, Finn, you didn’t?” He pauses, looking at me for answers. “You did it again, didn’t you?” Laughter rumbles from his chest as he shakes his head. Some of his curls fall forward, and I imagine reaching out and pushing them back off his gorgeous face.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I feign, swigging my drink and throwing him a wry grin.
“You warned him off again, didn’t you? What was it this time, a dirty look or a verbal warning?” We encounter this situation often.
“A look, but he got the message loud and clear. He won’t be bothering you again.” I lean my elbow sideways against the bar and smirk.
“He wasn’t bothering me anyway, Sunshine.” He laughs. “I think he bothered you more,” Theo ribs me, pushing his hair from his face while I pout.
“Come on, Rocky, let’s order some tequila and get shit-faced. Then we can dance and go on the hunt for some hookups. I’m thinking a guy and girl this time. We can get a private booth in the Red Room and see what happens from there. What do you say?”
It doesn’t take much persuasion. “Sounds like great plan,” I agree all too quickly.
THEO
Many shots of Patrón later…I lost count…I throw my arm over Finn’s shoulder, kiss him hard on the cheek, and lead him to the dance floor. A writhing mass of sweaty bodies, many clubbers are wearing only their pants now. We squeeze in the middle of the mayhem, facing each other, and start to move to a classic eighties tune.
Finn’s dance moves rival mine tenfold. Every move oozes sensuality, seductiveness, and intent. He always catches someone’s eye, and like an expert fisherman, he reels them in. The curls on top of his head have fallen forward with the heat, his cheeks are flushed, and his eyes sparkle as he moves in a fluid motion with each beat. I love to bear witness to moments like these. Finn lost in the music, letting loose, gives me the best kind of high.
Hot as fuck tonight in his blue skinny jeans and dark red button-up shirt, he could be mistaken for a model. I’ve suggested to him once or twice that he should try out for it, but it doesn’t interest him. He just wants to write music and play guitar. Simple as that. And I admire him for his tenacity.
Not that I don’t love my job. I do. That’s why I started my own practice when we moved here. I just hoped to feel more settled by now, but I still lack purpose and I still don’t know why.
We both moved from the country to attend Cambridge University; to experience life, meet more people, and escape the isolation. We would never have left each other, so it only made sense that we went together. Together, always, that was our motto, which is why Finn studied music while I attended veterinary school.
We even have matching tattoos. An infinity symbol etched over our hearts; the letter F on one side of mine, and Finn has the letter T on one side of his. It connects us during those times we can’t be together. Something meaningful to us both.
I notice Finn watching me, lost in my own thoughts, so I dance a little closer to him. Both a little drunk and relaxed now, we almost fall into each other.
Finn’s hands gravitate to my hips while he breathes in my ear. “What you thinking about, Doc? I lost you there for a moment.” His hot breath tickles my neck, and I shiver.
Shit, it’s happening again. After all these years.
“Remember moving away from the country? When I started the practice and we moved in together? I could never have done it without you, Finn. You keep me grounded. I would have gone fucking mad, staying isolated back home. I’m so pleased you came with me, even though you aren’t a party animal like me,” I yell back in his ear over the music.
He pulls me even closer and grasps my face in his hands so I’m unable to avoid eye contact. “I would never have let you go without me, Theo. Never. You’re stuck with me from now to eternity. I love you, man.”
“I know. I love you, too.” He smiles at me then, his eyes shining under the lights. His lips look more red than usual when he licks them.
Those sinful lips. Sweet Jesus.
Finn moves his head toward me, slow and steady. For a second, it looks
like he’s going to kiss me.
“Do you know what I remembered today?” He breathes in my ear. “Vi’s party back in high school. Do you remember? She had us do that stupid dare, and we drank beer for the first time.” He throws his head back and laughs at the memories of that night.
Our hands have now drifted to each other’s hips, and we sway from side to side.
“Yeah, how could I forget? I taught you how to kiss that night, shithead. You needed the lesson,” I tease him.
How could I ever forget that night. That fucking kiss. That incredibly erotic and legendary kiss, which I’ve never experienced with anyone else since. It’s also the first and only time I got a hard-on for a guy. I put it down to teenage hormones back then, but now I know better.
“Fuck you, you cheeky twat. People have told me I’m an amazing kisser.” He grins and punches my arm.
I rub my arm, feigning injury. “Yeah, that’s because the master taught you. Even at that age I had skills.”
But I didn’t.
I had only used my tongue on two other occasions before that. The first girl, Maria, had drooled all over me and the second girl, Anthea, had opened her mouth so wide she almost swallowed me whole. With Finn, the kiss happened organically, like we had been kissing each other for years.
“So that’s why we have so many girls in and out of our flat? Your expert kissing skills? And here, I thought it’s because you liked to cuddle.”
My mouth falls open in mock shock. “I only cuddled you that one time, Finn. One time…and I told you I thought you were a girl. I mean, you do have a great rack.” We both laugh out loud at that.
“Oh, I love this song. Let’s dance more,” he shouts as Nine Inch Nails starts singing about sex and being closer to God.
He moves from side to side with his arms in the air, and I mimic his rhythm. The beat of the song thrums through our bodies, as I dance closer and spin him around. We now sway our hips in tandem, his back to my front and my hands on his hips. Finn then brings his arms up around my neck.
To anyone else, we look like a couple, or, at the least, like we’re hooking up, but we do this often when we dance together. It means we can relax and let loose with each other, with no expectations, and just enjoy the music, the dancing. I mean, we can’t ever be more than best friends, so no need to worry.
Sure, Theo.
Given that we’re almost the same height, Finn’s arse perches snug against my cock, which seems to have a mind of its own tonight. I can’t control the traitorous bastard.
What the actual fuck? Down, boy.
I’m hyperaware of eyes on us as we move, and I see a tall, handsome, blonde guy with his blonde, attractive girlfriend, or friend, studying us while they also dance.
Finn’s breathing kicks up a notch, and glancing down, I notice he’s also sporting an impressive erection being strangled by his jeans. He’s spotted them, too.
Time to crank up the heat.
“We got company, Sunshine. Ready to sell it?” I rasp in his ear, making it look like I’m kissing him. I nibble his lobe for good measure. He closes his eyes and nods. We play this game on a regular basis, so we’re familiar with the drill.
Still swaying our hips, I slide my hands up toward Finn’s nipples, giving them a little tweak. He fakes a groan and places his hands over mine, allowing them to follow the path I set. I tweak his nipples again, hard this time, before trailing my hands back down to his hips, while I kiss his neck and the spot behind his ear.
He fakes more groans and shoves his arse into my crotch. I almost flinch in shock at the new manoeuvre, but, figuring it can only add to the show, I go with it and grind my hard length into his denim-covered arse.
We love being watched or watching.
The couple now dance toward us.
“Finn, I think we’ve scored. They are both hot,” I say in his ear, aware of his body vibrating against mine.
The blonde couple watch us as we continue gyrating. I move my hands lower on Finn, down along the cut of his V muscles toward his dick, stopping just before I make contact. He’s hamming it up now, groaning and grinding with fervour. My cock almost punches its way out of my fly, and I yearn to free it from its confines.
“Finn, you can ease up now. We’re in,” I urge, aware of every movement of his arse on my dick. Before I chastise myself, the couple dance in front of us, copying our little routine.
“Hey, I’m Tom, and this is my girlfriend, Sara. Are you guys looking for some fun tonight? We’re thinking of going to the Red Room and getting some drinks. And maybe a private booth. We’re hoping you guys would join us.”
I look at Finn, who seems to be in an alcohol or lust-filled stupor, so I answer for both of us. “Hi, I’m Theo, and this is my best friend, Finn. We would love to join you.” Finn nods his assent.
“Excellent. Follow me,” Tom exclaims, ushering us out and leading the way.
Chapter 6
FINN
Now, this room is designed to seduce.
Private booths run along the sides, each section walled off from the next and covered by heavy crimson curtains. Ivory-coloured French-style couches face each other with a low marble table between the two.
Adorned in red velvet, the walls scream temptation, while dimmed lampshades hang from the ceiling. A small square-shaped bar sits centre stage of the whole production.
Shown to a booth by our hostess, Paige, she takes our order and returns at once with our drinks. All of us chose vodka over ice, which Tom ordered. I relax on one couch with him, sipping my alcohol, and Theo settles on the other with Sara. Tom’s hand snakes onto my thigh, while Sara and Theo move closer to each other, within kissing proximity.
My dick could still pound nails from that fucking dancing display. I didn’t even realise we had scored, so lost had I become in the feelings encompassing my body. I never grind against Theo that way. But I felt feverish, out of control. Now I’ll find the release I crave with Tom and Sara.
Theo soon starts kissing Sara’s neck, so Tom rises and closes our drapes, offering us privacy, before retaking his seat. He slides his hand along my thigh toward my groin as my eyes flick over to Theo sliding his hands under Sara’s top and fondling her breasts. She reciprocates by rubbing his cock over his jeans while he thrusts his hips into her palm, seeking friction.
Fuck, he oozes sexiness.
Tom recaptures my attention by grasping my dick with a strong hand over my jeans and I grunt in response.
“Do you enjoy watching, gorgeous?” he asks, as I press my pelvis against his grip. “That bring you off…does it turn him on, too?”
“Yeah,” I hiss, becoming more aroused the more I survey Theo’s movements.
“Let’s do it together, Sara. They get off watching each other,” he informs her, as they both slide to their knees in front of us. Theo and I peer at each other, grinning. Rarely do we discover a couple as acquiescent as these two.
Sara opens Theo’s fly as Tom opens mine and pulls out my stiff length. It pulses with excitement. Too long, I’ve been having only covert wanks while listening to Theo fucking girls through the dividing wall of our bedrooms. I need more than that tonight.
Tom has his fist around me, giving firm, slow pulls, while Sara licks Theo from root to tip and sucks his balls. His head rests on the back of the sofa and he groans. Tom plays with my heavy sac before putting his mouth around the head of my dick, tasting my salty pre-come. I sigh, still focused on Sara sucking Theo.
Tom laves his tongue around my tip, making me writhe and moan. I hear Theo groan, along with the simultaneous sucking and panting noises in the booth, glad the music plays over them.
I put my hand on Tom’s head, urging his mouth further down my rigid shaft. He obliges, and I gasp in relief. Sara latches on to Theo’s impressive cock, and she and Tom swallow us in unison.
Something causes me to glance up from Sara’s bobbing head to find Theo staring at me, an odd expression on his face. My gaze locks on to his as Tom
and Sara work us over in earnest. His eyes shine in the dim light and flicker with an intensity I haven’t yet seen. The sexual tension in the small cubicle becomes palpable. It’s the first time we’ve ever made true eye contact during sex, and it throws me off balance.
Without warning, Theo arches forward, and a growl escapes his chest as he comes hard, still looking straight at me. My breathing stutters at witnessing him fall apart like that, and I ejaculate down Tom’s throat in a spectacular climax.
Before I’ve even finished, Theo jumps up, fumbles with the fly on his jeans, and storms out of the cubicle. Still gasping for breath, I feel limp, wrung out, and confused.
“Need…to go…check on him,” I pant as I try to sit up straight.
“Don’t worry, Finn. Sara will go. He’s just gone for fresh air. You stay here with me, catch your breath, and they will be right back,” Tom utters as Sara leaves the booth.
I stand to fasten my pants and find Theo when dizziness renders my legs unstable. “Whoa, I must have drunk too much. I…feel…woozy,” I slur at Tom, falling backward on the couch.
“Don’t fall asleep on me, lover boy. We haven’t finished yet,” he whispers as he flips me over with ease. “My turn.” My body flops, like someone has pulled out my bones. I seek to pull my jeans up, but he tugs them down again. This time over my hips, along with my boxers.
My body struggles, in vain, to fight him off. I refuse him, tell him no repeatedly. But his strength overpowers me, and with Theo outside somewhere, I have no rescuer. My pathetic shouts for help come out as weak grunts.
I remember little more after that, but judging by the excruciating pain deep in my backside, he penetrates me.
Then there’s only blackness.
THEO
Outside in the rain, hands clutching my head, I fight for breath. My chest heaves in and out, and my head spins, my imagination running wild.