I continue with my fantasy of fucking Kyle in front of Todd, and Todd playing the fool beside us.
I groan as I come inside my gym buddy.
****
“You know that thing you were talking to me about last week?” I ask.
Todd opens the brown bag of Chinese food and pulls out the boxes of fried rice.
“What?” he asks.
“A threesome.”
He sets the boxes on the kitchen bar and turns to me.
I carry two plates to the table beside the bar and place them across from each other. Judging by the look in his eyes, I can tell he’s concerned. I knew it. He’s not actually going to follow through with this shit. Such a fucking pansy. But if he’s going to suggest it, he shouldn’t be surprised when a guy takes him up on his offer. Though I’m no dummy. I’m not going to let him pin this on me.
I make my saddest expression and approach him. “Maybe we need to do this. If not for me, for us…for you.”
“Blake, don’t—”
“Shh. Todd, I can’t give you what you need right now, and maybe it’s just the thing to spark things back to life, you know? Don’t argue with me about it, okay? Hear me out. I’m not going to put this all on you, but let’s just say that if either of us does need this, then maybe it’ll help us out more than we now realize. And I’ll take a Viagra or something to make sure I can get through it. What do you say?”
He smirks. “Oh, you’ll take Viagra for another guy?”
I know he’s jealous. He’s really going to struggle when I bring Kyle in. And now that I think about it, I’m going to revel in him being pissed at having to watch what a good time we’re having. How Kyle just begs me to give it to him.
“Maybe it’ll be a good kickoff to me using it more regularly, like you suggested. I can get some from Reese.”
He’s clearly uncomfortable. That’s what I figured. But now I feel like he needs to deal with the consequences. Worst case scenario is that we try it, and he doesn’t like it. We’ve been together too long and been through too much for him to fucking leave over this.
“Okay,” he says. “But how are we going to find the guy?”
I want to burst into laughter.
Oh, stupid, stupid, Todd.
I wonder if I’m just with him because he makes me feel so damn clever.
“How about we go out Friday night. To the bar. See if we can find someone?”
He nods, though I can tell by his expression that he’s hesitant.
Don’t worry, kid. I’ll be doing all the work.
KYLE
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
I’m excited and nervous. What if I don’t like his boyfriend? Blake showed me a picture of him yesterday afternoon, after we messed around. The guy’s cute and all, but what if he sucks in bed. Or what if he doesn’t like me?
This was your idea, so don’t chicken out now.
I scan the bar. I’m early, so I ordered a vodka soda. I’ll need to get as many drinks in me as I can before this goes down.
Blake told me Todd’s only hang-up was that he didn’t want me to talk much. Maybe he’s as uncomfortable about doing this with me as I am about doing it with him. I wonder what Blake’s said about me. Has he told him I’m good in bed? Has he raised expectations too high?
My dick’s not exactly enormous, so has he made fun of it?
Whatever. He wouldn’t want to hook up with me if he wasn’t interested at all. But what if he’s only doing it because Blake suggested it…for me…because I said I’d do it. I had a friend once tell me that when he and his boyfriend were hooking up with another guy, he lost his shit and started punching the shit out of the trick. What if Todd loses it and just starts laying fists into me?
I shake that irrational worry from my thoughts. Blake would protect me. He wouldn’t let his boyfriend do that to me.
I like Blake. A hell of a fucking lot. For a guy I met on Grindr just two months ago, I like him way too much. And it pisses me off that he has a boyfriend. I’d rather be able to finish up with school and then head over to his place and curl up with him in bed. Instead, I have to go back to the dorm with my straight asshole roommates who can’t even clean out a sink. Fucking monsters.
I’ve never liked guys my own age. Always wanted someone older. Someone who had their shit together. Someone like Blake. The things that Blake doesn’t like about himself—the crow’s feet he gets Botox injections to hide, the silver hairs that mystically transform to a dark shade of black, the weary expression he tries to hide so he doesn’t ever seem as tired as he really is—are things that I love about him.
The bar’s packed.
I don’t like the scene. I don’t like being around all these people. I look down at my Converse, tapping one of my feet nervously on the concrete floor. I pull my gaze back up and search around for Blake. I don’t want to miss his entrance.
A few minutes go by before I see him and his boyfriend come through the front door.
Just play it cool.
Blake told me that he wanted me to stay put and let them come to me. Evidently, Todd is a little nervous about it all, so he just wants us to ease him into it.
I wait at the bar while they settle on the other side, chatting with some guys they must know.
Blake looks my way and points to me. I look between him and Todd.
Todd’s much hotter than the pictures Blake showed me.
His hair’s blond like mine, but lighter. A shade I wish I had. Mine’s so dark that I’m sometimes mistaken for a brunet. And guys will even call me out about it on Grindr. I wish I could be a brunet, but all my attempts at dyeing it haven’t produced a believable shade.
Todd’s shirt fits his body tight, which doesn’t surprise me all that much because his chest was impressive in all those nude pictures Blake showed me yesterday.
Blake captures Todd’s attention. They’re talking. Surely about me.
I turn away and continue sipping my drink from a straw.
I feel bad that I even looked. Blake told me not to make a fuss. No waving. No eye contact. I guess I fucked that one up.
I keep my attention on the television screen behind the bar, which plays music videos. That gives me something to do.
“Hey, there,” Blake says.
I turn to him.
“Sorry about—”
“Shut up. You didn’t do anything wrong. He thinks you’re really cute.”
Cute? I would have preferred hot, but considering I don’t have a muscle-bound body like Todd, that must be what a twink like me looks like to a guy like him.
“Thanks.”
“Like I said, he’s not really big on you talking. And he definitely won’t want to hear about how we met or anything like that. We have rules about things like that, you know?”
“I remember.”
“Okay. I’ve already worked everything up, so we’re just going to go meet up with him and head back to our place.”
“I could have just met you there.”
“I know that, but he wanted to see you out first. In case he wanted to back out.”
Makes sense, I guess. He probably wanted to bail if he didn’t like what he saw, so maybe he does like what I look like.
Blake guides me through the crowd, to Todd, who he pulls away from the other guys he’s talking to.
“Todd, this is Kyle. Kyle, Todd.”
A rush of heat washes over me as Todd’s gaze meets mine again, and I look away. Something about his look, and his beautiful face, totally throws me. I feel like I’m thirteen years old. It’s weird, because this guy isn’t as old as I typically like. He only looks a few years older than me. And with his chiseled jawline and crew-cut, he looks like the kind of frat-boy I would hate. He’s even wearing a douchebag’s signature look: polo and jeans.
As we make eye contact, he looks away quickly.
Has he changed his mind about me?
His hand is extended for a shake, and I quickly take it, trying
to act normal.
I’m clearly overthinking this whole first meeting.
“Nice to meet you,” I say, my voice higher than usual, my face hot as I blush.
His hand his so warm. His touch so soft.
There are some guys that you just have a chemistry with. You can’t explain where it comes from or why it exists, and that’s how I feel about this guy. With that simple shake, I suddenly want his hands all over my body.
But since he’s not even looking at me, he must not feel the same way about me. Is he disappointed? Is it because I’m closer now, and he can see how weird my face looks. I like to think I’m not that strange looking, but my nose is a little too small and my eyes a little too big, so I’ve always felt like I look like a cartoon character.
I can’t help but assess his form. His clothes fit him so well, and I can see the shape of his nipples forming in his blue and white striped polo. He makes eye contact with me again. Like he’s forcing himself to. I force myself to maintain it. I want to turn away. I fear that if he looks at me head-on like this then he’s just going to scrutinize me. Find things to criticize about my appearance. And this guy is way too hot to find someone like me attractive.
After our greeting, Blake puts his hands on either of us and leads us to the entrance to the bar.
I thought I could go through with this, but I’m trembling. I thought I would feel at ease with Blake there, but now I feel like I need to impress Todd. I feel bad for feeling so attracted to him. What if Blake catches on? Will he be mad? He must know he has an insanely hot boyfriend, so he should expect me to appreciate him, but what if he notices me enjoying him maybe a little too much? Will he get mad? Will he never want to hook up with me again?
TODD
Why the fuck did this guy have to say yes?
I’m so fucking hard. I think this is the hardest I’ve ever been in my life.
Before Blake, this was the kind of guy I was interested in. Shorter. Skinnier. I don’t know what’s cuter: his bright red converse, his full-rim glasses, or the tight short-sleeved button-up that fits his little body just right.
He must think I’m a dumbass for how quiet I got when Blake introduced him.
I figured we were going to hook up with some average looking guy. Someone that would give us an excuse to get off. But this kid is hotter than anything I could have picked up on my own. I feel bad about it. I don’t want Blake thinking that I’m too into this kid. He’ll get paranoid about not giving me what I need. I don’t want him to feel like anyone else can do it for me the way he can.
Maybe once we get in the bedroom and start messing around, I’ll realize that what I felt when we shook hands was just in my head. But I’m not sure. That touch and that look in his eyes remind me of what it felt like the first time I met Jeremy and Blake. I hate myself for thinking that, but there was some spark. Some silent exchange that I couldn’t explain. I feel terrible that the feeling with Kyle felt the same.
When we get back to the condo, Blake is talking. I guess he’s trying to make up for how silent I’ve been the whole time and how hard I’ve been working to keep from looking at Kyle. I consider offering to make drinks, but as Blake closes the door behind Kyle, he turns around and kisses him.
I tense up. Jealousy wells within me.
I knew this would happen. I’m not the kind of guy that can do this. I knew that even when I suggested it, but I’m doing this for us. But I’m wondering what I’m more jealous about. That I’m not the one kissing Blake. Or that I’m not the one kissing Kyle. I know the answer, but I don’t want to admit it.
Blake continues kissing him, moving his hands up and down Kyle’s body.
I stroke my hand over the bulge in my jeans, an instinctive response for how much pain I’m in right now.
I stay back, beside the kitchen bar while Blake pushes Kyle up against the door, providing him with the sorts of kisses I remember at the beginning of our relationship. Wide, wet, passionate. Kyle is eager to reciprocate.
This kid’s only hooking up with us because he likes Blake.
I’ve never had a three-way before, but I always assumed that this is how it would be. There would be a third wheel, and that’s clearly going to be me. But this isn’t about me. This is about helping Blake through everything he’s been going through. About reigniting his passion. His interest in me.
As much as I want it to help him, I can’t help but selfishly want Kyle for myself. To kiss him the way Blake’s kissing him.
Blake pulls away from Kyle and turns to me, tilting his head, indicating that I need to join.
I approach Blake slowly and kiss him. He kisses me the way he kissed Kyle, and I’m pleased because it’s a sign that this is working. This really was a good idea.
He pulls away from me and returns to Kyle, kissing him softly before saying, “I think we should probably get into the bedroom before we end up fucking each other in the kitchen.”
I lead the way as we round the corner into the bedroom entryway.
As I turn back, they enter, kissing and undressing each other at the same time.
Blake has always been a lot smoother than me. He’s just better at picking up a guy. It’s one of the reasons we ended up together. He has a talent for fucking, too. And then there’s me. Awkward me. I don’t like hookups. Never have. I need to get to know a guy before I’m comfortable doing something like that with them.
I undress myself and pull the sheets off the bed. At least I can do the legwork. I crawl onto the bed, but they’re still making out beside it. Am I supposed to join in or wait for them to get into the bed?
Kyle opens his eyes and glances at me, his eyes going straight to my cock. I want to cover up, but I figure he’s going to see it anyway.
“Oh, shit,” he whispers between one of Blake’s kisses.
Blake smiles and turns to me. He looks back to Kyle and chuckles. “Yeah, it’s big.”
I blush. “Shut up.”
Kyle looks me in the eyes again, but I quickly redirect my attention to Blake. Blake pulls back and takes Kyle’s hand, leading him onto the bed. They crawl to me. Blake offers a kiss. It’s so nice to taste him again. To feel him with me like this. And while I’m trying to revel in our renewed chemistry, I can’t help but imagine kissing Kyle. I just want to try it, and I feel bad for how much I want to. Although, why should I feel bad when Blake hasn’t held back?
Blake pulls away and glances between us.
“You guys might want to kiss at some point.”
My muscles tense. My dick hardens even more. I’m pissed at myself. I shouldn’t want this as much as I do, and when I look to Kyle, I can tell that he doesn’t want me. He appears apprehensive. Like he hasn’t made up his mind about whether or not he wants to be doing this with me. But as Blake continues gazing between us, I figure we just need to get out of this awkward situation, so I crawl closer to him and lean into him. I plant a soft kiss on his lips, one that I hope will give me an idea of how Kyle feels about my participation. As our lips touch, it’s as if a wave of fire rushes across my face. Goosebumps prick across my flesh.
Oh my God, his lips feel so good.
I instinctively wrap one arm around him and pull him closer as I cup the other behind his neck and pull him in to firm our kiss. The way he kisses back, he doesn’t seem apprehensive anymore. And since Blake got to enjoy him so much already, why shouldn’t I get to enjoy him, too? We tilt our heads either way, moving with each other, offering passionate kisses. I feel like he’s quenching a deep thirst that I’ve had for so long. It’s not like I want this. It’s like I need it. Like his lips and his touch are all that I need.
He rests his hand on my shoulder. I want is to throw him back on the mattress and take him. Own him. But I remind myself that he’s not just mine right now and that I shouldn’t even be wanting him as badly as I do. I despise myself for too many moments that Blake’s presence evaporates from my awareness.
BLAKE
It’s so funny watching them t
ry to make this work.
I lean back on the mattress as they kiss. Todd’s putting on a good show. He wants me to buy that he’s into this, but considering how apprehensive he was about even kissing Kyle, I can tell that he’s making the best of the situation. Good on him. I’m impressed. I was expecting him to throw a tantrum when I kept making out with Kyle like that. Kyle on the other hand, is totally loving it. He’s eagerly welcoming every kiss Todd offers. This kid’s a real whore, so I’m not surprised.
I retrieve condoms and lube from the nightstand. Not something I’m eager to do, but I’ve gotta put on a show for both of them. Make them think I’m somewhat responsible. I approach them and grip on to Todd’s neck, pulling him away from Kyle.
They exchange a brief look. Todd appears concerned. Although, his dick tells another story.
I recall Kyle’s response to Todd’s cock and chuckle. I’m eager to see him take it.
I kiss Todd, granting him reassurance that I care about him before I fuck the shit out of Kyle. I can tell by his kiss—reserved, quivering—that he’s having a more difficult time with all this than he’s letting on.
I catch a look from Kyle through my periphery. I can see the jealousy in his eyes. He wants me all to himself. Greedy little ass.
“Why don’t I open him up for you?” I ask Todd with a smirk.
The look he gives me suggests he didn’t want me to say that.
Kyle crawls around us and makes himself comfortable in his usual position, lying on his back and spreading his legs like a good bottom. I remove the condom from the wrapper, roll it on, and lube up before approaching him.
Todd doesn’t move. I’m going to have to coach him through this.
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