by Tara Lain
Edge finally spoke up. “You’re in love with him, right?”
David looked at Gareth, who was now staring at him too, clearly interested.
David nodded slowly. “Yes, I care for Gareth a lot. It could probably turn into love when we know each other better.”
Gareth beamed at him with so much affection it took his breath.
Edge shrugged. “So no blowjobs for me.”
David cocked his head. “But Gareth loves you and wants to give you something special. Is that right?”
Gareth nodded. “Plus, the idea is just sexy as shit. I’m not sure I can ever close my eyes again without dreaming of Edge’s cock in your mouth.” He laughed. “Sorry. Don’t mean to be crass, but I really love the idea.”
David looked down at his own cock, which now made a grand appearance, shoving out the front of his tight jeans. Good thing they were stretch denim or the poor dick would strangle. “Looks like I’m into it too.”
Both he and Gareth simultaneously lowered their eyes to Edge’s pants, which had started out baggy and now looked like the Ringling Brothers’ big top.
David grinned. “What say we take this party to the bedroom?”
“Bedroom?” Edge’s voice had gone up two octaves.
“Well, we can pretend this is all spontaneous combustion and do it here, but if you can lie down, you’ll enjoy it more.”
All Edge did was swallow.
Gareth took one of Edge’s hands and David the other. They led their willing but shy accomplice down the hall. In the bedroom, David faced Edge. “Have you ever had unprotected sex?”
“Uh, no.”
“Truth?”
“Yes.”
“Have you been tested?”
Gareth nodded at David. “We all have. We get tested regularly as part of our team physicals.”
“How was your test, Edge?”
“Clean. Always clean. I haven’t had sex since my last test.”
“Good.” He pointed. “Take off your shoes, sit on the bed, and recline on the pillows.”
Edge followed David’s directions. I’d like to take off these tight jeans, but that would likely scare the shit out of him. David slipped off his tennies and crawled on the bed. Gareth pulled a chair up close and leaned over, already breathing hard.
David stared at Edge’s distended zipper. What was this act he was about to perform? An initiation of a man into himself? An act of giving never to be repeated? Or was it a beginning for all of them? No time for thinking.
He scooted close, slid the zipper all the way down, reached in, and pulled out a long, thick cock. My, oh my. Goliath indeed. He smiled. Good thing my name is David. Stillness above him. Both men were watching—and waiting. Waiting to see what David would do. He wrapped a hand around Edge’s thick rod. His hand looked delicate in comparison. Man, this would be an assful. He licked the bright red head peeking out of its hood. Hmm, salty and good. Opening wide, he took the entire goody into his mouth and sucked hard.
“Holy bloody shit.” Edge pulled back, but his body apparently thought better of it, because next he rammed that cock straight into David’s mouth. Yikes. He had to back off a little to not be choked. He tightened his hand on Edge’s dick and put the other on the big guy’s hip, trying to control his random thrusts. Edge calmed, though his hips kept jerking, and little gasps and groans escaped with every pump.
Above him, David heard Gareth’s soft voice. “Is that good?”
“Oh shit, yes. So good.”
“This is what you need. And more. So much more.”
Edge moaned.
“Look down, mate. Look at that beautiful man with his lips around your cock. He’s the one doing it to you. Nobody’s as good as David.”
David raised his eyes and saw two intent gazes resting on him. Um, kind of fun. Like being onstage. He pulled back and made a little show of licking Edge up one side and down the other. Edge shuddered and when David looked again, his blue eyes were glazed but still watching.
David went seriously to work, sucking Edge’s cock deep into his throat and then pulling all the way to the tip. He’d rim the head, then do it all again.
Edge practically shrieked. “Shit! No way. Can’t be this—holy shit!”
David raised his eyes and saw Edge’s eyes squeezed shut so he wasn’t seeing Gareth jerking his own cock like he was giving the thing life support. David’s eyes met Gareth’s. The man looked wild. Suddenly he jumped on the bed, ripped down the zipper on David’s jeans, which took serious skill considering they were more like skin than fabric, and shoved David’s cock into his mouth. He never let go of his own cock.
David’s eyes rolled back. “Holy crap, Gareth!”
Edge opened his eyes, and they about bugged out. “Oh Jesus, oh Jesus.”
Gareth sucked so hard David’s dick should have turned to goo. Edge’s hips rammed into David’s mouth, and Gareth’s hand worked like a pump handle. Something’s got to give!
Edge went first. “Holy shiiiiit!” Enough spunk shot from his long-deprived penis to drown David, who had to pull back to swallow. Meanwhile Gareth sucked him so hard his eyes bulged and—that was all she wrote.
“Oh God, Gareth, yes!”
A flash of blinding pleasure shot into his balls and his brain at the same time, and Mr. Just Out of the Closet got more than a mouthful. That seemed like the final trigger, and Gareth’s cum shot out and decorated David’s jeans.
Well, holy blessed crap, he’d just done a threesome.
Chapter Twelve
THE SECOND David’s pulse stopped beating in his ears enough for him to hear, the tense quiet closed around him. Like everyone was holding his breath.
Uh-oh.
Maybe I can just drift off to sleep and let the two of them fight it out?
No such luck. If there was a referee in this ring, his name was David.
He opened his eyes. Edge sat against the headboard. A deer in the headlights would look more relaxed. His glance leaped around like he was searching for an exit.
David sat up slowly—no sudden moves—and smiled. “Sorry. I can’t give you vampire powers.”
“What?” His voice squeaked.
“You know, the ability to fly out the window or become invisible at will. Maybe the second one is Harry Potter. But regardless, I haven’t got any.”
Gareth sat up faster, sporting an attitude. “Come on, man, don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it.”
David put a hand on the ripped muscles of Gareth’s forearm. “Of course he enjoyed it. Any guy enjoys a blowjob. But Edge has some serious thinking to do, and we need to let him do it.” He slid off the bed. “Come and help me clean up the dishes.” He zipped up his fly and extended a hand to Gareth, who clearly wanted to stay there and argue Edge into admitting how much he’d loved getting sucked off. Finally he huffed and stood beside David. He made a show out of tucking his cock, substantial even in repose, and followed David out of the bedroom.
When they got to the dining room, Gareth snarled, “Next time you can give me the head and not waste it on an ungrateful asshole.”
That was cute. Gareth was pissed because Edge didn’t appreciate David’s prowess. “I’m sure it’s hard for him to admit how much he enjoyed it.” He gathered dishes and carried them to the sink. “A man doesn’t go from ignorant homophobe to happy, accepting gay guy in one move, Gareth. You need to give him time—and accept that he may never come around.”
“Shit.”
He ran water over the tomato rings in the bowls. “I know how hard it is to accept that. He’s your friend. You love him.”
Gareth leaned against the counter. “Thanks for understanding. And thanks for doing that.” He blushed a little.
David laughed. “Don’t get shy on me now. It was fun and damned sexy. My first three-way.”
“Uh, I think I better be going.”
David turned to see Edge standing in the middle of the dining room. He was all dressed and buttoned up tight in every way.
“Thanks. Uh, for the soup and all.”
“You’re welcome, Edge.”
Gareth kept leaning on the counter, but his whole posture tensed. “So am I going to see you again before you go back home—I mean to Australia?”
Edge stared at the floor. “I—I don’t know.”
“Okay.” The word contained universes of pain and sorrow.
“I thought I could get your shit out of your old man’s place and take it to your aunt.”
“I’d appreciate that.”
“Since I fucked it up and all.”
“Yeah. He may not let you take it.”
Edge looked up and his eyes met Gareth’s. “I think he will.”
The intent in that statement almost made David gasp.
Gareth felt it too. He nodded. “Thanks.”
Edge just stood there as seconds ticked by. Then suddenly some release from the gods must have let him go, because he whirled and walked out the front door.
David turned when he heard the sob. Tears ran down Gareth’s face. David wrapped his arms around Gareth’s big chest and hugged. What can you say to a guy who just lost his best friend and his first love?
EDGE STARED at the car in front of him and drove. No thinking. Just get back to your mates and drink. Only a couple of the players had stayed in California after the tournament, but that was enough. He turned into the parking lot in Huntington Beach, grabbed the first available space, and jumped out of the car before it stopped rolling. Halfway across the lot, he almost ran into Zeke Harris—and that was a big obstacle to miss.
“Whoa, mate, where you headed in such a hurry?”
Edge plastered on a smile. “To find you, man. Let’s go get a drink—or ten.”
“Sure. I’m going to meet Bernie and Syd now. You ready? Need to go to your room first?”
“No.” Hell no. The longer it took before he looked in the mirror, the better.
Edge fell in beside Zeke, who glanced at him. “Where you been? Haven’t seen you all day?”
He shrugged. “Went to Laguna. Trying to make it up with Gareth, you know?”
“Yeah, man, you were damned hard on the guy.”
“I know. Anyway. It’s done.”
“You two kiss and make up?”
Edge stumbled and Zeke grabbed his arm. “Steady, big man.”
They slid into Zeke’s rented car, and a lot of volume on the radio dampened conversation. Just get me to the booze.
Edge stared at the ocean as they drove. Ocean. On the passenger side. South. “Where we going?”
“To that restaurant we found when we went to that art pageant. The men liked it. We’re going for more steak and chips and lots of beer.”
Shit. Laguna. He could have walked there from David’s fucking house. No way he could back out now. He just swallowed and stared at the waves.
Every person on the street in downtown Laguna looked like David—or Gareth. Zeke parked in a pay lot since there weren’t any spaces on the crowded streets. Edge ducked his head and hurried straight to the restaurant without looking left or right.
Zeke laughed as he stretched his legs trying to keep up. “Hey, mate, what’s your hurry?”
“Sorry. Need a drink.”
They pushed inside. Bernie and Syd waved from a booth on the other side of the bar. When they got to them, Bernie laughed. “Where’d you find this big wanker, Zeke?”
“Roaming around the parking lot looking for beer.”
Edge slipped in beside Bernie, who pushed a pitcher of suds closer to him. Edge leaned back to a serving counter behind them and grabbed a glass. He had it filled and half drunk before Zeke even got settled next to Syd.
The waitress came, and they all ordered burgers and lots of fries. Meanwhile, Edge refilled his glass twice more and asked for another pitcher.
“Whoa, this man has got thirst.” Bernie nudged him.
“Yeh. I’ll pay extra. Not driving. No worries, right?”
“Sure, mate, sure.”
Another pitcher arrived, and Edge dug in. Okay, so the room looked a little tilty and soft around the perimeter. Good. When the food arrived, he shoveled in a few fries but did more washing down than chewing. The guys talked about sights they’d seen that day and the upcoming exhibitions.
Syd looked at Edge. “So whatcha been doing all day? See any good sights?”
Edge swallowed another mouthful of beer.
Zeke nodded. “He’s been trying to make it up with Gareth.”
“No shit?”
Bernie said, “That’s good, man. You two been friends forever. Can’t let a few sucked dicks come between you.” He snorted and beer flew from his nose.
Syd crossed his arms. “Fuck that, man. He lied to us. Hell, who’d have thought Gareth could be a homo? I mean if he could, anybody could.”
Edge stared at his beer.
Zeke looked at Edge. “Is he going to play in the exhibitions?”
“Don’ know. I got ’im kicked out. So he’s American now.”
“What? Kicked off the team? Coach would never do that.”
“Out of his house, man.” He sloshed more beer in his glass. “I got his father to throw him out.”
“Jesus, Edge. You really hate his being a homo that much?”
“I didn’t do it on purpose. I was just a stupid fuck-up who didn’t think about hiz fren.” He pulled a deep draught. “Don hate ’im. Love ’im.”
Bernie threw an arm around Edge’s shoulders. “Sure, mate. I know. Friends since you were kids.”
Syd leaned in and spoke softly. “Yeh, but doesn’t it ick you out to think about how Gar must have his lips on some guy’s cock?”
Zeke kind of flinched. Edge shook his head slowly. “David. Davi’s cock. David.”
Syd squinched his face. “Is that his name?” He leaned in farther. “And what if they, you know, fuck. I mean shit, man, how would a cock feel in your butthole?”
Edge squirmed on his seat. His heart slammed against his chest.
Syd stuck out his tongue. “Yuk. In there where stuff is supposed to go the other way?”
Edge drained his glass.
“And I’ve seen Gareth’s dong. Shit, he’s hung. What must that other guy be like? Probably has an asshole like the Central Train Station.” He snorted beer through his nose again.
Zeke shushed him. “Come on, man.”
Edge shoved a hand in his pocket. Could barely get it past his throbbing cock. He grabbed a handful of bills and threw them on the table. “Gotta go.”
Zeke looked up at him. “Okay, man. Give me a few seconds. I need to pay my part.”
“Nah. I gotta go by myself.”
“But I drove. Don’t you remember?”
“S’okay. I gotta go. I’ll get back—later. ’Kay?” He staggered a few steps backward. “See ya, mates.”
Zeke looked at Syd and Bernie. “Wait, I can’t just let him go like this. He’s drunk.”
Bernie shook his head. “Nah, he’s okay.”
“Yeh. I’m okay.” He smiled and ran out the door of the restaurant into the cool night air. Whoa. It hit him like a damp blanket, and his stomach turned. No. No. Have to make it. He headed down the sidewalk. Twice he had to stop and sit on the curb. The second time, he jumped up fast when a cop car slowed down across the street. Just drink the air like it’s water and sober up. They don’t need a drunk. No drunk. One quick stop at Starbucks for a black coffee, and he plowed up the hill.
It was just dark when he crept up on the cottage, warm lights shining through the curtains. Warm. Yeh. He took one big, deep-assed breath and mounted the front porch. Hand raised, he paused. C’mon, mate. You need to do it. Maybe you’ll be sorry. Maybe not. But now you’ve got an idea what you’re missing and you can’t unring a bell. He rapped on the door.
The sound of footsteps inside made his heart beat fast. The door opened slowly, and David’s pretty face looked out with some suspicion on his face. “Hi.”
He swallowed
. “Hi.”
“Did you want to come in?”
“Yeh. Thank you.”
David stepped back and let Edge cross in front. He walked into the entry, then went the few extra steps into the living room. Gareth sat on the couch. The big television was on to some kind of movie with a lot of shooting, although Gareth stared at Edge.
Edge tried to smile. “Whatcha watching?”
“Die Hard with a Vengeance.”
“Oh yeh, I loved that one. Jeremy Irons, right?”
Gareth nodded.
David passed by him and sat beside Gareth. He cocked his head. “Would you like to sit down?”
“Okay.” He flopped into one of those really comfortable chairs with flowers on them. “I had dinner in town.”
Gareth said, “Oh?”
“Yeh, with Zeke and Syd and Bernie.”
“How are they?”
“Good. Uh, okay. I told them how I fucked things up with your father.” He swallowed.
Gareth shrugged. “It’s okay. I mean, it’s actually good since I had to tell the old man sometime. This way it was like pulling off the bandage really fast. It hurt but not long. I really wanted to come to Santa Barbara anyway. Now I can go next semester and not waste any more time before I get my degree.”
Edge frowned and breathed in slowly. “Was it wasting time, playing?”
“No, Edge.” Gareth crossed his arms. “But going forward would be a waste. I can’t go home. I won’t be able to play on the team. I’ll try out for volleyball at Santa Barbara.”
“Wish I could play there.”
Gareth’s eyes widened. “Uh, you do?”
Shit, why had he said that? “Oh I love this part.” He pointed at the TV. Jeremy Irons walked beside the trucks in his tank top, looking all Prussian and slithery. “Jesus, who knew Jeremy Irons could be so sexy? Man.”
Silence except for the dialogue in the movie. Edge looked up. Both Gareth and David stared at him like he’d grown another head. “What?”
David cocked a half smile. “Who are you and what have you done with Edge?”
He stared at his hands.
“Would you like a drink?”
“Nah. I already had too much booze.”