“No, that’s good,” Carlos whispered. “Little bit of patience. Come on.”
Thomas started kissing Jimmy’s knees, then moved up his inner thighs, acclimatizing himself to a new body. The muscles under Jimmy’s skin were taut, pulling tighter every time Thomas set his lips against them again.
“See, that’s the signal that it’s all about you tonight. That’s how he starts when he’s going to go to town on you.”
Carlos sounded so proud of him it was ridiculous and Thomas tried not to laugh because he was pretty sure it would ruin his attempt to be sexy while he was kissing Jimmy’s thighs. He didn’t usually drag it out this way with Carlos, preferring to go straight for his boyfriend’s cock when he teased him, but touching Jimmy so far away from his dick when he was already hard and dripping was obviously driving both of the other men nuts. Jimmy’s cheeks were beet red. Carlos was rocking against his back so hard that Jimmy’s legs were moving back and forth under Thomas’s mouth, echoing Carlos’s movements.
Thomas adjusted his knees on the pillow and leaned forward, landing a couple of light kisses to Jimmy’s inner thighs a fraction of an inch below his balls, before taking just a little of the soft skin carefully between his teeth.
“Shit,” Jimmy said with a hiss. His knees tried to snap together, banging into Thomas’s shoulders suddenly and then flying back outward again.
“Oh, Jimmy, you haven’t lived until my boy has sucked you off,” Carlos groaned.
Thomas’s heartbeat ratcheted up. He was getting sold pretty hard here. He knew what he was doing, sure, and it looked like it was working just fine, but he knew how to ‘go to town’ on Carlos. When he was blowing Carlos, he could make it last until his fiancé was a panting, incoherent, babbling, shaking mess. Then with a couple quick flicks of his tongue, he could make Carlos come so hard he screamed. He could also drop down, unzip Carlos’s jeans, hit the highlights and have Carlos satisfied and zipped back up in less time than it took to poach eggs. He knew every button Carlos had. Hell, he’d created a few of them.
He pushed the worry to the back of his mind. They were having fun. Cocks weren’t different enough from each other for this to be a big deal. He glanced up at the other two men. Carlos had moved all of the pillows behind him and Jimmy. He was lying back against them with Jimmy sitting between his legs. The flush across Jimmy’s cheeks had moved down his chest. The pink blossoming under his tan skin created a really lovely red color. His head was thrown back over Carlos’s shoulder and Carlos was kissing his neck. Thomas could tell from the way he was moving that he was dragging his cock along Jimmy’s back now. He could also tell that the sensation wasn’t quite enough for Carlos. He was even more frustrated than Jimmy was.
“Come on, baby, give us a show.” Carlos started rubbing his hands up and down Jimmy’s toned obliques, and Thomas wasn’t entirely sure which of them he was talking to, but he smiled up at him anyway. Carlos always wanted to watch. It had taken forever for Thomas to convince him that it might add a little mystery to the experience if they did it in the dark, or if Carlos would let Thomas blow him under the covers. In the end Thomas had ended up blindfolding Carlos and sucking him off so slowly Carlos had nearly cried when he’d finally come. Thomas had declared it payback for Carlos not letting him get his way for so long.
Jimmy moaned and bucked his hips up, begging. Thomas took pity. If he didn’t hurry up and suck some cock all three of them were going to end up needy enough to cry. His pointless reticence was throwing a spanner in the works. He took Jimmy’s erection in hand.
So far so good. It felt like a penis: velvety soft skin over hard tissue. Jimmy was thicker than Carlos, but a similar length. Thomas set the tip of his tongue to the base, and licked up, flattening his tongue as he went upward and stopping just short of Jimmy’s frenulum, just to hear the sound he made.
“Oh, he’s going to tease you,” Carlos narrated. “He’s going to make you beg for it.”
Thomas went back to just the tip of his tongue, flicking it over the small line of skin between the head of Jimmy’s cock and its shaft until Jimmy groaned and his thighs twitched under Thomas’s hands.
“I can feel every muscle in your legs, Jimmy,” Thomas told him. He put his palms against the insides of Jimmy’s knees and slid up Jimmy’s legs, behind him, to Carlos’s body. “Every muscle in that ass.” He chuckled and squeezed as he looked up at the other two men. This didn’t happen in real life, Thomas reminded himself. It happened in porn, obviously, but what didn’t? It happened in indie flicks, like the one that Carlos originally got the idea from (or said he’d gotten the idea from). It happened in fantasies, like when Carlos brought it up when they were playing.
But it didn’t actually happen in real life.
And if it did, it probably didn’t go as well as it felt like this was going. He was gaining confidence, feeling sexier. He’d thought he’d feel jealous, watching another man squirm in his lover’s lap while Carlos kissed his neck and pinched his nipples, or that he would feel more scrutinized. His fiancé was looking on while Thomas ran his mouth around another man’s cock. Carlos had been right, though: this did feel more like a variation on sex with each other than it felt like sex with someone else, even with the light, slightly sweet taste of Jimmy’s precome on his tongue.
He licked around the fleshy underside of Jimmy’s cock like it was an ice cream cone, running around the curve at the bottom and cresting up to the top. Jimmy jumped when Thomas flicked his tongue over Jimmy’s slit. Thomas couldn’t stop the gasp of pleased surprise at the twitch.
“Watch with me,” Carlos whispered into Jimmy’s ear. “I want you to watch him suck you off.”
Jimmy let out a sound that was almost a growl. Thomas glanced up. Carlos was holding Jimmy by the back of the hair. He’d forced his head up so he had to watch Thomas.
Thomas moved back down Jimmy’s shaft, to the base, wondering as he did if Jimmy liked Carlos taking charge as much as he, Thomas, did. They didn’t really go in for bondage or submission, other than a few experiments cherry-picked off the list. But usually when they were in bed Carlos was just so much more direct than Thomas was that he wound up dominant despite himself. Thomas had grown to really get off on it. The blush deepening all over Jimmy’s body was probably a good indicator that he was on the same page.
Thomas pulled one of Jimmy’s balls into his mouth, then dropped it and turned his attention to the other, giving a small pulse of promising suction to each. As far as this had already gone the resistance to break a taboo and just suck a cock that wasn’t Carlos’s, was still sharp. Butterflies went crazy in Thomas’s stomach again as he licked over the head of Jimmy’s cock again, lowering his mouth further, but still not quite taking Jimmy’s cock inside. It was a thin, weird line to draw in the sand, but penetration, even like this, felt more like it would count somehow. Thomas huffed out a breath, and then held in a laugh when the air wafting over Jimmy’s cock made him groan.
This was silly. It wasn’t like he’d never done this before. He’d done this thousands and thousands of times. To Carlos. And Carlos was right here, egging him on. He looked up and locked eyes with his boyfriend. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, Thomas sunk down over the head of Jimmy’s cock.
Now things felt a little different. Jimmy’s cockhead was more bulbous than Carlos’s. The shaft was thicker. While Thomas had barely noticed the difference with only his hand around Jimmy’s cock, his jaw was having a harder time accommodating Jimmy. He pulled off, spit in his hand, slicked Jimmy’s shaft, and tried again. His jaw stretched as Jimmy moaned and Carlos grunted. Thomas set his hand against his lips, wrapping around the length of Jimmy’s shaft and moving down as fast as he could.
“Yeah,” Carlos muttered. “There he goes. How’s that do it for you?”
Jimmy tried to answer, but all attempts at words just came out as garbled nonsense. Thomas hummed to himself happily as he sped up. Jimmy twisted underneath him, pumping his cock further into Thomas’
s mouth than Thomas had been ready for. Thomas’s throat clenched and he pulled away, choking like a virgin.
“Sor… sorr,” Jimmy managed. Carlos kissed the side of his head and reached between Jimmy’s legs, rolling his balls in his hand while Thomas caught his breath and started over, prepared this time.
Thomas let his mind go quiet. He stopped worrying if Jimmy liked totally different things than Carlos liked. He bobbed his mouth up and down over Jimmy’s cock and concentrated on the sound of Jimmy panting and the susurration of Carlos’s voice while he whispered dirty things to Jimmy and praised Thomas’s performance. The way Jimmy’s cock twitched as it moved through his lips. The heavy scent of arousal and the taste of clean skin.
Under Thomas’s palms, Jimmy’s thighs got slicker and slicker with sweat. He was rocking his hips upward into Thomas’s mouth, shallowly this time, whispering “Fuck” every time Thomas flicked his tongue over the slit of his cock.
It seemed like no time at all before Jimmy’s hand jerked up and grabbed Thomas’s hair again. “Coming!” he managed. “C-c-coming.”
Thomas almost didn’t pull back, he and Carlos always swallowed, but Jimmy was the type of guy who took two men he hadn’t seen in nearly a decade back to his hotel to fuck.
Thomas squeezed his fist around the base of Jimmy’s cock and licked a stripe up the bottom, then jerked him off mercilessly. Carlos leaned backward, pulling Jimmy with him. Jimmy cursed like a sailor as he pumped ropes of gooey, white come all over himself.
“Fuck, fuck, guys I can’t even––” Carlos muttered as Jimmy writhed and cursed between them. He shoved Jimmy’s side, hard. Jimmy, taking the hint with more cognitive ability than Thomas felt capable of right now, rolled to the side. Carlos scooted forward, slotting himself right into Jimmy’s former position. He grabbed Thomas by the hair and pulled Thomas’s face to his cock. Thomas took Carlos into his mouth instantly, marveling at how hard Carlos was. He was so close to the edge he was shivering, ready to pop at any moment.
Jimmy’s lips brushed against Thomas’s cheek as he sucked Carlos off. Thomas grabbed the length of Carlos’s cock that his mouth couldn’t reach. To his surprise, Jimmy’s fist squeezed closed under his.
Carlos let out a sound that Thomas had never heard come out of him before, somewhere between a bark and a growl.
“Thomas,” Jimmy panted, kissing his face again. “Let’s try something.”
Thomas kept sucking, almost frenzied, until Jimmy threaded his fingers into Thomas’s hair, around Carlos’s and yanked his head back hard. Thomas moaned. Carlos swore. Jimmy leaned forward, licked Carlos’s cock and pulled Thomas back in.
Carlos’s body began shaking harder. A rumble went through him from head to toes, like someone had switched him to vibrate. Thomas lurched forward, kissing and licking the parts of Carlos’s shaft that Jimmy’s mouth wasn’t already attending to.
A string of profanity, swinging between English and Spanish, was falling from Carlos’s lips now as Thomas and Jimmy kissed and licked his cock. They didn’t seem able to set a rhythm around Carlos’s cock the way that Jimmy and Carlos had done to Thomas earlier, but they were certainly getting a reaction. They both came up to the head at the same time, Jimmy still holding Thomas’s head close. Thomas realized with a filthy shudder through his entire body that he was kissing another man around his fiancé’s cock.
As Carlos had promised, Thomas was already hard again. He stuck his free hand between his legs, stroking himself just enough to take the edge off.
“I can’t,” Carlos groaned. “I’m gonna, I c-ca––”
Jimmy pulled away, leaving Thomas to finally close his mouth back around Carlos’s cock. He took his fiancé in deep and gave him one quick, teasing pulse. Carlos rocked up into his mouth. Thomas grinned around his lover’s cock and started to hollow his cheeks again, but the suction was cut short when he let out a gasp of surprise.
Jimmy had dived between his legs and wrapped his lips around Thomas’s cock.
“Thomas!” Carlos scolded. Thomas closed his mouth back around him immediately, petting his thighs in apology. Carlos had been high and dry through two other people’s orgasms already tonight. He’d been so patient and now it was his turn.
Thomas eschewed any of the fancy moves he’d perfected over the years, choosing instead to go for as much hot, wet, movement as fast as he could manage, just like Jimmy was using on him.
Carlos’s legs clenched under Thomas’s hands and then he was coming. Fluid burst in Thomas’s mouth and he swallowed it all down pulse after pulse. This was harder than Carlos had come in months too, Thomas thought fuzzily, continuing to bob his mouth down over Carlos’s shaft until Carlos finally pushed him away with a whine.
Jimmy was still sucking Thomas off, fast and steady and amazing and Thomas’s system was too overloaded to do anything but fall forward. He let his forehead drop down onto Carlos’s thigh, but left his arms up on the bed, loosely wrapped around Carlos’s hips. Jimmy was indefatigable. Thomas moaned and muttered into Carlos’s thigh. Jimmy deep throated him suddenly and Thomas cried out so loud the noise made Carlos jump.
Thomas clenched fistfuls of the duvet in his hands.
“Jimmy,” he panted as a warning. Jimmy popped up instantly, jerking Thomas off with one hand and throwing himself over Thomas’s shoulder to suck at his neck like he had been in the tub. Thomas was too damn old to have hickeys in the morning, but he was going to. He came, moaning into the soft flesh of Carlos’s thigh.
“There you go, yeah, there it is,” Jimmy growled into his ear as Thomas emptied himself all over the duvet.
Jimmy slumped down onto his back. He felt sweaty and leaden on top of Thomas, his breath hot and wet against Thomas’s neck. Everything felt sluggish and slow and Thomas barely opened his eyes when Carlos started tugging him up onto the bed. He fell onto the soft blankets next to his fiancé with a sigh, then another as Jimmy collapsed next to him.
“That was fucking incredible,” Carlos said. He sighed and ran his hand over Thomas’s hair. “Fucking mind blowing.”
“Too bad we can’t register for something like this,” Thomas replied.
“You can count it as my wedding present.” Jimmy chuckled. “Well. The first half anyway.”
Thomas laughed, and suffused with afterglow, rolled over enough to allow himself to throw an arm around the other man. Jimmy tipped his face up to kiss him.
“You’re promising more?” Thomas asked.
“Oh, baby,” Jimmy replied. “No one’s even fucked you yet.”
Carlos’s endearment on Jimmy’s tongue was strange. Not offensive, not presumptuous, but just out of place enough that it sent a reluctant shiver of nerves through Thomas’s spent and satisfied body.
Carlos made a strange sound, somewhere between concern and protest. “Mnnn…. You might be pushing too hard there, Jimmy.”
“I… I don’t know,” Thomas said. Tonight had been amazing, and all the reservations he’d had when the three of them had walked up here had melted away through two team-effort orgasms, but what held true for fooling around wouldn’t necessarily hold true for fucking as well. He wasn’t a prude by any stretch, but he wasn’t sure he liked the idea of Jimmy, of anyone besides Carlos, fucking him, no matter how well everything else had gone tonight.
Jimmy shrugged. Thomas felt it as Jimmy’s shoulder bumping up weirdly into the soft part of his underarm. “Doesn’t have to be me. Hell, doesn’t even have to happen. I’ve already gotten more than I bargained for.”
Carlos’s arm settled over Thomas’s stomach. He pulled Thomas more snugly back against his body.
“So…is this a typical night for you in New York?” Carlos asked. His body was furnace warm around Thomas’s. Thomas let his eyes drift shut. “Picking up a gaggle of handsome men, luring them back to your apartment for a romp?”
Jimmy laughed. “Hardly. I’ve been a picture perfect shut-in for the last few months actually.”
“Yeah?” Thomas’s mouth
stretched wide with a yawn as he asked.
“Bad break up.”
Carlos and Thomas made an identical noise of empathy, then chuckled at each other.
Jimmy leaned over and kissed them both, then dropped back down to the mattress.
“I was seeing this girl, Mary,” he said eventually. “It was serious but not… it was sort of an open relationship.”
“Sort of?” Carlos asked. He squeezed Thomas a little closer as he said it. Thomas untangled a hand from the pillows above his head and wrapped it around Carlos’s.
“She was bisexual, also bisexual, and she had a, you know, a friend. Female friend. And I knew that they were fooling around, but I figured, you know, whatever. That’s what we agreed to. If I had wanted to go spend some time with a guy, that would have been within the guidelines.” Jimmy’s voice got smaller while he told this story. The rich buzz it had all through dinner started to fade away. It was a little bit like hearing an actor talk in their real accent when you didn’t know they had one. No, it was like hearing the difference between Hugh Jackman as Wolverine and Hugh Jackman in the interviews for X-men, exactly like that, Thomas thought sleepily. He realized that he was running his thumb through the crease in Jimmy’s back, where the muscles met the spine.
“But I wasn’t looking to get the most out of the deal. I wanted to be with her. With Mary. I wanted to be, you know, it, for her, because she was already it for me. She came home one night, a little drunk, her lipstick ruined, so I knew what she’d been doing and who she’d been with. I told her I loved her, and I didn’t want to be in this stupid open thing anymore. Mary told me she loved me too, and she agreed. For like… a month everything was great. Our apartments didn’t feel too small. Our checking accounts didn’t feel too empty. Work was good. I swear to god the sun was shining every fucking day.” His breath shook as he forced it out. Thomas felt Jimmy’s chest tremble under his arm. “And then I found out she’d still been sleeping with this girl the whole time. She’d been lying to me about it the entire time. So I asked her if she loved this other girl, and she said no, and I told her, again, how important it was to me that this open thing end, and that I really wanted to commit for real.”
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