“Do you carry Mallory wines?” Emory asked.
Something bumped Calvin’s foot and slid up…the toe of Emory’s shoe pushing up under the hem of his jeans.
“We do,” the waiter confirmed.
“Merlot, then,” Emory ordered, raising an eyebrow at Calvin. “What about you, boss?”
“Manhattan.”
Emory grimaced.
“I’ll have those right back to you.” The waiter turned and headed toward the bar.
“What was that face?” Calvin leaned back, and Emory’s toe continued its glide up and down his ankle.
“I’m not a fan of whiskey.”
“It’s a developed taste.”
Emory’s foot skated higher up Calvin’s thigh, and he adjusted his weight, locking his eyes on Emory’s, whose own glimmered with intent.
The waiter returned a few moments later, setting their drinks down and disappearing. Emory grabbed his wine and raised the glass to his lips, not taking his eyes off of Calvin.
“Wait there,” Calvin rasped.
Emory froze.
Calvin fished his phone out of his pocket and snapped a picture of him. He looked at his screen. The picture was dark, but not indecipherable. It was clearly Emory, and he was clearly at Puck’s. He sent the picture to Graham, then set the phone on the table. Emory’s wine glass hovered in front of his face while his eyes tracked Calvin’s movements.
“Can I move now, boss?”
“I mean…” Calvin licked his lips. “If you must.”
“That’s a whole new sort of game to play.” Emory took a sip of his wine and set the glass on the table between them.
Calvin’s body hummed as he thought of the dominant hand Graham had always taken with him, even though they’d never put a name to any of the things they’d done together. He raised an eyebrow at Emory and put back a swallow of his own drink.
“Do you want to get told what to do?”
Emory’s nostrils flared and the corner of his lip pulled up toward his cheek. "I’m not against it every now and again.”
Calvin’s phone buzzed across the table and the screen illuminated. They both turned their attention downward, and Calvin swiped across the screen to read the reply text from Graham. His pulse accelerated as he read each word.
“How do you feel about it right now?” He passed the phone to Emory.
“Show me more,” Emory read aloud. He looked up at Calvin and passed the phone back. “How ever should we do that?”
“Come on.” Calvin stood up and tilted his head toward the back corner where the restrooms were.
Emory followed him, not making a sound as Calvin pushed open the large wooden door of the handicapped stall to make room for them both. Calvin stepped in and locked the door. Emory flattened himself against the wall and waited for Calvin to make the next move.
“The three of us are technically together, right?” Calvin’s arousal from earlier hadn’t waned, and they had set out to tease Graham after all.
“You could argue that.”
“Come over here then.” Calvin opened the buckle on his belt and pulled down his zipper. His cock bulged against the material of his briefs and he pulled it out. Emory took a step closer, his body swaying.
“Come on,” he coaxed Emory closer, taking his cock in hand and pointing it at Emory. “Come do what you’re told.”
“This isn’t like you, boss,” Emory whispered, closing the space between them.
“Your mouth inspires me.” He stroked his hand up his length.
With a passing glance at the floor, Emory dropped to his knees and pressed his face against Calvin’s cock. He licked at his balls and inhaled, stifling a moan.
Calvin dialed Graham’s number and hit the video chat button.
“Enjoying your meal?” Graham answered with a rough chuckle.
The main door to the bathroom opened and Calvin held his forefinger over his lips, indicating Graham should be quiet, then he tipped the camera down, revealing Emory on his knees.
Graham opened his mouth, but didn’t say anything, and then Emory opened his mouth. He wrapped his lips around the head of Calvin’s cock and hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard. His tongue swirled around Calvin’s slit, lapping up his leaking precum. Calvin dropped his head against the back of the bathroom door and threaded the fingers of his free hand through Emory’s hair.
Emory worked his mouth around Calvin’s cock, taking him deeper, and Calvin kept the camera of the phone trained on the action below his belt. He couldn’t see the screen, but he hoped Graham had a good view. Calvin pumped his hips against Emory’s mouth.
The door to the bathroom opened again.
“Sorry,” Graham’s voice said from near the sinks. “Bathroom’s closed.”
Calvin ended the call and dropped his arm down to his side.
Whoever had come in after they had mumbled something and stepped out. The door locked and the handle of the handicapped stall rattled. He reached behind him and flipped the lock. The door swung open and Emory’s eyes flicked up and he let loose a moan that vibrated Calvin’s bones.
“I thought we had a rule.” Graham stepped alongside him in the stall.
Calvin tucked his phone into his pocket and tilted his chin up. “We’re together.”
Emory reached over and fussed with Graham’s belt, pulling his dick out of his pants and stroking him until he was hard, then Calvin’s cock was met with a rush of cold air as Emory rotated to the other side and sucked Graham into the back of his throat.
Emory’s hand worked Calvin while his mouth attended Graham, and Calvin split his attention between the rosy flush on Emory’s cheeks and the heat creeping above Graham’s collar. He snaked his hand around Graham’s neck and pulled him over, slanting their mouths together and pushing his tongue into Graham’s mouth.
Calvin grunted when Emory’s mouth returned, the hot heat of his cheeks and throat surrounding Calvin in a wet piece of heaven.
“I’m supposed to be working,” Graham said against his lips.
“Missed you, tiger,” Emory mumbled around Calvin’s dick.
“Fuck.” Calvin fisted Emory’s hair. “Stop talking. It feels too good.”
Emory’s eyes darted up. “I love you.”
Calvin’s eyes rolled back.
“I love you.” Graham cradled Emory’s head in his hand and guided him back to his own dick, fucking himself into Emory’s mouth.
“Get closer,” Emory lifted his arms and shoved them together, moving his mouth back and forth between their slick and swollen erections. He used his hand and jerked them both off.
“I love you both.”
“Kiss each other,” Emory rubbed Calvin’s cock against his cheek.
Graham’s other hand fisted Calvin’s shirt and tugged him in. Graham licked his tongue over Calvin’s parted lips before dipping inside. His body hummed and his knees trembled, but neither man stopped. Graham pillaged his mouth and Emory twisted his slender fingers around his cock, and everything that existed in Calvin’s world consolidated into one central beam of light that expanded without warning.
His orgasm slammed into him and he shouted into Graham’s mouth, his fingers digging into Graham’s arm and Emory’s shoulder to stop himself from falling over.
“God, you taste good.” Emory’s tongue lapped the cum from his cock while Graham’s continued to explore the inside of his mouth.
He felt Graham’s body wind tighter, his muscles tensing beneath his hands. Graham tore their mouths apart and blinked down at Emory, on his knees with his face covered in cum, and then he came. Fingers twisted tightly around Calvin’s, his cock spurted ribbons of hot release across Emory’s lips. Some of them he swallowed, some of them he didn’t, and when Graham’s orgasm settled, Emory used their softening cocks to clean his face and push their mingled releases into his mouth.
“I don’t think there’s anything better than that on the menu.” Emory relaxed back onto his heels and smiled up at them.<
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“You’ve never tried the tiramisu,” Calvin answered.
Graham scoffed and gently tucked himself back into his pants. When Calvin didn’t move to do the same, Emory leaned in and did it for him. Emory stood up and dusted off his knees, his own cock hard and tenting against the material of his pants.
“Let me.” Calvin reached for him, but Emory swatted his hand away.
“I’ll wait. Just give me a minute.” He braced his hands on his hips and breathed deeply. He glanced up. “Stop looking at me like that, you’re not helping.”
Graham laughed and stepped out of the stall.
“So what did you think of that?” Calvin asked. He wrapped his fingers around Emory’s wrist and pulled him close, leaning down for a kiss.
“It’s not a secret I like to suck your dicks.”
“The doing what you’re told part.” Calvin nipped his lower lip between his teeth.
“Barely a hardship, boss.”
“Just because you like to do as you’re told doesn’t mean everyone does.”
Calvin turned and smirked at Graham, who watched him knowingly.
“You can’t always be the one in charge.”
“And yet, here you both are.” Graham gestured to the privacy of the bathroom. “Doing what you’ve been told.”
Calvin flushed in embarrassment at the realization he’d as willingly done what Graham asked of him as Emory had. But he’d loved it, and it definitely hadn’t been boring. He laughed to himself at the ridiculousness that his life had become over the past months. From thinking his world was ending and reeling from his separation with Graham to now having not just Graham, but Emory in his home and his bed…
“You’re deviant.” Emory grabbed Graham and kissed him, looping his arms around Graham’s neck. Strong arms that Calvin knew like his own wrapped around Emory’s waist, and Graham walked him backward, pushing Emory into the wall and deepening the kiss.
He didn’t think he’d ever understand why seeing Graham and Emory together didn’t make him jealous. If anything, it ignited a fire inside of him that burned twice as hard, twice as bright.
“You’re not helping my erection go away,” Emory grumbled. He batted at Graham’s chest, and Graham laughed, putting space between them.
Graham rubbed the corner of his mouth with his hand and looked to Calvin. “He’s right. You do taste good.”
Calvin inhaled sharply and bit the inside of his cheek. “Didn’t you have work to do?”
“I do.” Graham popped the inside lock on the main door and kicked it open a few inches. The loud sounds of the restaurant filled the room, sending Calvin straight back to reality. “But when I’m done, I’m meeting you both in our home and marking you as mine.”
Twenty-Six
Graham
Calvin was in the kitchen drinking a glass of wine and Emory was in the shower when Graham got home from work. Calvin padded into the living room to meet him. He was barefoot, wearing only low-slung lounge pants that barely concealed the thick base of his cock behind the waistband.
“I’ve been thinking about you all night,” Graham opened the buttons on his shirt and pulled it free of his pants.
“I’ve been thinking about you for eleven years.”
The water in the bathroom turned off and Calvin glanced down the hallway with a smile. Graham didn’t think he’d ever loved him more.
“You have one very excited lover down there.” Calvin finished off his wine and set the glass down on the coffee table.
“What about the lover here?” Graham came closer and wrapped a hand around the back of Calvin’s neck.
“He’s always excited about you…now….again.”
“I don’t want to keep anyone waiting.” Graham pressed a kiss to Calvin’s forehead and turned their bodies, following Calvin down the hallway to the bedroom.
Emory was already there, toweling off. His skin was shiny with residual water and his hair dripped down his face. His cheeks flamed a dark red when he saw Calvin and Graham in the doorway, and he dropped the towel to the floor.
“You’re terribly overdressed for the occasion, tiger.”
Graham shrugged out of his shirt and tossed it into the hamper, kicking off his shoes at the same time. He discarded his pants and socks, leaving his cock half-hard in the confines of his underwear.
Emory scrunched his nose.
Graham pushed his underwear down his legs and kicked them away.
“I’ve been thinking about the both of you all night.” Emory took a step backward toward the bed.
“What about us?”
“How lucky I am to have found you.” He crawled backward onto the bed and arranged himself around the pillows.
“I’m lucky,” Graham countered.
Emory’s lips flicked into an agreeable smile. “I know.”
Graham dragged his hand down Calvin’s back, slipping his fingers under the elastic of his underwear. He toyed around Calvin’s hole with two fingers, and Calvin relaxed against him. Graham walked them both closer to the bed. Closer to Emory.
“I want to play a game,” Calvin arched into Graham’s hand.
Emory raised an eyebrow. “I’m game, boss.”
Calvin nodded and shoved his underwear down his legs. Graham pushed his fingers farther into Calvin’s crack. He groaned, reluctantly stepping away. He removed one of Emory’s ties from the dresser and wrapped it around his hands.
“You still in the mood for a bit of kink?” Emory chuckled.
Calvin crawled onto the bed and lifted the tie. Emory nodded and Calvin secured it around Emory’s head, waving his hand between their faces to check his vision.
“For every correct guess, you get something else,” Calvin told Emory. He extended a hand back toward Graham and pulled him closer. Calvin stood at the foot of the bed, his shoulder bumping Graham’s. They both studied the slender and pale body sprawled against their sheets. Graham’s heart skipped into his throat and he swallowed it back down.
“This’ll be easy.” Emory licked his lips.
Graham stepped closer and trailed his fingers lightly over the top of Emory’s foot. His body shuddered and he dropped his head against the pillows. Graham dragged his hand up Emory’s foot, drawing small swirls around his ankle. Then he stopped.
“Calvin,” Emory panted.
Graham huffed out a small laugh.
“No?” Emory pulled the blindfold down, exposing one sharp blue eye that darted between the two of them. Graham held up his hand and waggled his fingers. Emory narrowed his eye and pulled the blindfold back into place.
“Alright,” he said, rubbing his hands together. “You’ve stepped your game up. I see how this is gonna go. I’m ready.”
Calvin traced the same shapes over Emory’s foot, and Graham stifled his amusement when Emory’s brows furrowed beneath the silk of his tie.
“That was Calvin,” Emory guessed.
He was rewarded by Graham skating both of his hands up Emory’s legs, spreading them apart and settling between them. Graham swirled his thumbs around the fold of skin where Emory’s thighs met his groin, pressing just hard enough.
“Graham.”
Graham leaned down and sucked Emory’s balls into his mouth.
“Graham,” Emory repeated, fisting the sheets and bucking into Graham’s mouth.
Calvin crawled onto the bed and took the head of Emory’s cock between his lips. He jerked his own dick in his hand while he slid down until his lips nearly met with Graham’s.
“Calvin. Jesus.”
Graham popped Emory’s balls out of his mouth and slid lower, using his tongue to saturate Emory’s hole with spit. He darted his tongue out, pushing through the tightly puckered muscle.
“Gra…” Emory’s words failed. Graham spread his cheeks apart and buried his face, licking and sucking at the hole he was going to fill up with cum later in the evening.
Calvin let Emory’s cock bounce against his stomach, choosing to work his way up Emo
ry’s body, dropping kisses as he went. He aligned himself over Emory’s thigh, with one leg over Graham’s shoulder so his cock could rub against Emory’s.
“Fuck,” Emory rasped, and Calvin swallowed it into his mouth. Graham kissed him the same, but different, using two broad fingers to push inside and stretch him out. Emory bucked off the bed, his body already slippery with sweat.
Tearing their mouths apart, Calvin kissed his way down Emory’s chin, around his jaw, up his neck, over his ear. Emory’s neck angled up and Calvin humped their bodies together. The friction from the sheets was enough to drive Graham mad on his own, and he fumbled for the nightstand, reluctantly removing his face from Emory’s ass.
Calvin continued his assault on Emory’s body, utterly lost to the world around them. Graham opened the lube and squirted some into his hand. He reached between Emory and Calvin and forced his fingers around their hard cocks, the lube adding a faster and easier slide.
“Both,” Emory panted.
Graham squeezed their cocks together and Calvin grunted, rutting against his palm. Graham leaned down and sank his teeth into the back of Calvin’s shoulder hard enough to pull an agonized grunt from his throat. He was nearly mindless with want, and desperate to fuck Calvin and Emory both.
“Someone get inside of me,” Emory begged.
Graham took Calvin by the hips and shoved him to the side. His cock slipped against Emory’s slick hole, and Graham took him in hand, lining him up but not pushing him in. He prepped himself and buried his fingers into the round globes of Calvin’s ass. He hadn’t been prepped, but Graham couldn’t wait.
“Do it,” Calvin whispered, and Graham pumped forward, breaching Calvin’s tight hole with his bare cock.
This wasn’t a new thing for them. They’d been fucking like this for years, but it felt more now, and Graham knew it was because of Emory. Because of the way they loved him, because of the way they were better for having him as their own. He seated himself fully and changed his angle, using his thighs to propel Calvin forward.
Emory cried out when Calvin entered him and his hands flew up, desperate and clinging against Calvin’s back. Graham leaned down and kissed his fingers, withdrawing and pushing forward again.
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