The Out of Towner

by Lilith Duvalier

  “What did she say?” Carlos asked.

  “She told me I didn’t ‘get it’ and I was smothering her and that it wasn’t cheating with a girl and all this crap. We fought about it for hours. She stormed out. When I woke up the next afternoon she’d already dropped a box of my stuff outside the door. I was crushed. I haven’t talked to her since.”

  Thomas tipped his face up and kissed Jimmy. Carlos’s arm brushed over Thomas’s face as he reached over to run his fingers through Jimmy’s hair.

  Thomas pulled back. “Okay. That’s it. Jimmy in the middle. Double hugging and cuddling.”

  Jimmy laughed, and there was just enough sadness in it for Thomas to actually make good on his promise. He lifted his sluggish body up trunk first and dropped his chest down onto Jimmy’s, then pulled his hips along with him. Their sweat- and come-covered skin sunk warmly together and Thomas took a few moments to kiss Jimmy before rolling off his other side and spooning behind him. Carlos scooted forward and they both wrapped their arms around him.

  Jimmy laughed again. “You guys are ridiculous.”

  “Yeah, usually,” Carlos replied. Thomas felt all three of them move together as Carlos squeezed them both.

  “So, what about you guys? This obviously isn’t your usual night. You sound like you’re a down payment away from a picket fence and two-point-five kids. No offense.”

  “None taken,” Thomas replied.

  “Do you just have a pre-wedding bucket list?”

  Carlos sighed and gave Jimmy the abbreviated version of the unexpected horror that was wedding planning. “It makes you feel… old and boring.”

  “And like you’re drowning in paperwork and red ink,” Thomas added.

  “You guys seem really happy together,” Jimmy said, voice as neutral as a car rolling down a hill.

  Thomas reached his arm out a little farther and linked hands with Carlos again. “We are happy. We are all about spending the rest of our lives together. Legally.”

  “We’re just sick of planning the damn wedding. We needed some fun.”

  “And we are having fun.” Thomas planted a kiss to the back of Jimmy’s neck. Jimmy hummed happily.

  Time became warm and liquid as the three of them lay together on top of the covers. As the warmth of the hot tub and fooling around started to wear off, Carlos pulled up the corners of the duvet to cover the three of them. Thomas dozed peacefully in the warm tangle of satisfied bodies, only peripherally aware that they were all starting to move together again. A slow rock, like a canoe in a river, started with Carlos’s hips and moved across the three of them, Carlos grinding his hips into Jimmy, Jimmy grinding his ass back against Thomas’s cock and then Thomas starting the whole thing over again in the opposite direction. Back and forth. Their mouths joined in on the movement, Carlos kissing Jimmy, Jimmy turning his head to kiss Thomas, Thomas leaning over Jimmy to kiss Carlos. Their hands all wandered downward as well, stroking themselves and each other in the same lazy, warm way that suffused everything about this part of the night.

  Thomas was surprised at himself for how natural and easy it felt now. How good it felt, to fulfill Carlos’s odd little fantasy and lavish Jimmy’s broken heart with the affection it deserved. They all had enough love for two other people tonight.

  Jimmy wound up on his back with Carlos and Thomas making out more on top of him than with him. Thomas rutted down into one of Jimmy’s thighs and Carlos rutted down into the other while Jimmy leaned up to kiss each of them in turn.

  Thomas was taking his turn to ravage Jimmy’s open mouth when Jimmy panted, “I have lube and condoms, you know,” against his face.

  Carlos huffed out a quick breath. “Yeah. Okay.”

  Thomas dipped down to kiss Jimmy’s neck. Things had changed since they’d all been sitting in that booth back at the restaurant, and changed even further since he and Carlos had wrapped Jimmy up between them. For all of Thomas’s hesitation back at the restaurant, this night wasn’t going to be complete without a good, team effort fucking. If they didn’t do it now, take advantage of this odd moment outside of time and consequences, Thomas was going to regret it.

  “So who—”Jimmy started.

  Thomas reached back and pushed Carlos’s face to Jimmy’s, silencing Jimmy with a proxy kiss. He didn’t want to ruin the night’s atmosphere with negotiating and discussion. He wanted the night to keep rolling, effortlessly onward. He reached down, slid his hand around Jimmy’s thigh and pulled it toward himself, spreading Jimmy’s legs open. On the other side of Jimmy’s body, Carlos did the same.

  Jimmy made a sound that was half choking, half moaning, muffled under the press of Carlos’s lips.

  “Yeah. Yeah. Okay. Good,” Jimmy managed. He started to sit up. Thomas ducked out of his way, but Carlos caught him in a kiss about halfway up and Jimmy pushed him away with a laugh. He yanked open the sticky nightstand drawer, scrabbled around the Bible that had been left in it and set a half used bottle of Astroglide and a few condoms on the nightstand next to the alarm clock. He looked back at Thomas and Carlos.

  Thomas couldn’t help but think Jimmy looked happy. Not just relieved, or excited, but happy. Carlos snatched the lube bottle and popped it open. Jimmy dropped back down onto the bed and spread his legs wide in invitation.

  “No,” Thomas said. “Not like this.” He dropped down next to him. “Come here.”

  He coaxed Jimmy up on top of him, Jimmy’s head pressed to his shoulder. He snuck his knees up into the gap between Jimmy’s legs and used his own legs to pull Jimmy’s wide.

  Jimmy groaned into his shoulder.

  “Yeah, just hold still,” Thomas whispered. “We’re going to take such good care of you.”

  He indicated to Carlos that he needed a pillow by waving at the stack and then pointing behind his back. Carlos tossed it to him and he arranged it behind his head as best he could so that he was sitting up far enough to watch Carlos work Jimmy open.

  Being a little more dominant this time around was fun, Thomas had to admit. He didn’t vie for much control when it was just him and Carlos. Maybe that was a habit built from the fact that, over the course of their entire relationship, Carlos had always been the one who guided him into a new experience. Kissing. Blow jobs. Sex. Spicy food. TV shows. Moving from Android to iPhone.

  A spontaneous three-way.

  Carlos slid his fingers into Jimmy’s ass. Jimmy’s whole body twitched and Thomas wrapped his arms around him, pulling Jimmy tighter to his chest. Carlos kept going, pulsing back and forth while Jimmy ground down against Thomas’s cock. It was hotter than he expected it to be, holding Jimmy down while Carlos worked him open. Jimmy was jerking in his arms and rutting down against the mattress while Thomas kissed his face and stroked his back. The noises he made seemed so loud in the silent hotel room. Carlos was staring at Jimmy’s ass with great concentration as he worked his fingers back and forth, his arm moving in steady synchronicity with the movement of Jimmy’s hips against Thomas’s body. Carlos flicked his gaze up to Thomas’s face as he pushed in again and grinned as Jimmy’s entire body spasmed hard against Thomas.

  “Oh, god,” Jimmy managed. Carlos’s arm pushed forward again and Jimmy cursed and shook again.

  “Fuck me,” Jimmy begged. “Come on. Somebody fuck me.”

  “Thomas?” Carlos asked, quirking up an eyebrow and pushing his fingers inward again. Thomas squeezed Jimmy harder as the other man’s body shuddered in his arms again. “Do the honors?”

  Jimmy huffed out a laugh. Thomas squeezed him tight, a hug rather than a restraint this time.

  “Yeah. Okay.” Thomas loosened his hold on Jimmy and snatched a condom off the nightstand. Carlos pulled Jimmy’s languid body up off of Thomas, holding him up under the arms like a child might hold a pet that was too big for them to actually pick up. Thomas tore the wrapper open and pulled the ring of latex out with a chuckle.

  “It’s purple.” He held it up for the other two men to see.

  Jimmy shrugged as bes
t he could with Carlos holding him up under the armpits. “Surprise.”

  Thomas pinched the tip and rolled the condom carefully over his cock. He and Carlos didn’t use condoms all that often anymore, just for things that required quick easy clean up. Thomas rolled it on and stroked himself a little more than necessary under the pretense of making sure it was secure. Jimmy was practically slavering as he watched and Carlos’s expression wasn’t much more restrained. Thomas reveled in being the focal point of their attention as he picked up the lube bottle and made a show of getting himself wet.

  Carlos let go of Jimmy. Thomas sat up and leaned back against the headboard.

  “No,” Carlos said. “Come on.” He crab-walked down to the foot of the bed, then slid his legs over the edge and stood up. He waggled his eyebrows at them both in invitation. Jimmy followed him, then Thomas.

  For the first time since they’d all started this, Thomas let himself look into the suspiciously enormous mirror that was placed directly in front of the room’s king sized bed, as though the designer really had anticipated a certain level of debauchery from people who had chosen Minneapolis as their destination.

  The mirror’s heavy frame encompassed the scene like it was an old picture, or a painting: Jimmy staring up, wide eyed at Carlos while Thomas made himself comfortable at the edge of the bed. They created an amusing gradient across the surface of the mirror: Carlos’s cappuccino brown to Jimmy’s warm tan, to Jimmy’s pale freaking white. Carlos pressed his cock to Jimmy’s lips and Jimmy took him in. Thomas grabbed his own cock with one hand, caught Jimmy’s hip with the other and pulled him back and down, setting his cock to Jimmy’s hole.

  Against the gray wallpaper, black headboard and blindingly white sheets, and bordered by the mirror’s heavy wooden frame, they almost looked like a significantly more pornographic version of a painted-in Victorian tintype. Thomas laughed out loud at the thought.

  “What are you laughing at?” Jimmy asked. Mostly, he sounded horny, but there was an edge of indignation to it as well.

  Thomas leaned forward to kiss his shoulder. “Nothing, Jimmy. Come on. Take my cock while you suck off my boyfriend.”

  Carlos stroked Jimmy’s face and set his cock back to Jimmy’s mouth. “Yeah, make us both come again.”

  Thomas couldn’t believe they were really starting a third round. It had been a long time since he and Carlos enjoyed a round of marathon sex, but the way Jimmy was whimpering and moaning as he worked himself down onto Thomas’s cock was too hot to ignore. When Thomas shifted forward just a little bit, it caused both other men to change their positions just enough that Thomas could get the full view of Jimmy blowing Carlos. Thomas looked down between his legs to watch Jimmy sliding Thomas’s cock deeper and deeper inside himself.

  Jimmy was tight and hot. Thomas grabbed a handful of his round ass in each hand and squeezed. Jimmy rocked down with a moan.

  “Fuck!” Jimmy’s cry was muffled as he tried to shout around Carlos’s cock. In the mirror, Thomas could see Jimmy pull away, a line of saliva strung from his bottom lip to the head of Carlos’s dick.

  “I can’t… I can’t do both,” Jimmy panted. “Let me just… I’m gonna….”

  Carlos petted Jimmy’s hair while he caught his breath.

  “Let me get Thomas in first,” Jimmy finally huffed out.

  Thomas stroked his sides. “Take all the time you need.” He popped his chin up at Carlos. “Come here, baby, don’t want to leave you out in the cold.”

  Carlos crossed the few paces of carpet between them, and leaned down to kiss Thomas blazingly. Jimmy moaned as he bottomed out, and Thomas echoed at the feeling of his entire cock finally sheathed in Jimmy’s perfect ass. Jimmy held still, adjusting. Thomas wrapped his arm around Jimmy’s stomach and Carlos slipped his cock into Thomas’s eager mouth. Thomas hummed happily. Every part of him felt good. Everyone around him was groaning in pleasure. Jimmy threw his head back as he started to ride Thomas’s cock. Carlos petted Thomas’s cheekbones and Thomas sucked his cock.

  “Carlos? Fuck my mouth,” Jimmy panted. “Fuck my mouth while I ride your fiancé’s cock.”

  Thomas looked up at Carlos, grinned around his cock and winked at him as Carlos pulled away.

  Jimmy must have done this before. He set a rhythm to please the man on each side way too easily. The slick, slippery noises of both cocks sliding easily in and out of him underlaid Jimmy’s moans, Carlos’s panting. Thomas slid his hand around Jimmy’s hip and found his cock, as rock hard as it had been before.

  The sound Jimmy made as Thomas started jacking him off was practically a scream. Carlos echoed immediately.

  Thomas watched as Carlos wrapped his hand around the back of Jimmy’s head, tightening his fingers in Jimmy’s hair and pounding into Jimmy’s mouth. In the mirror, Thomas could see the look of bliss on Jimmy’s face, eyes soft, lips tucked in as Carlos rocked his cock in and out of Jimmy’s mouth, until Carlos screamed out.

  When he pulled his cock out this time, a trail of white came with it. Come dribbled down Jimmy’s chin. Thomas groaned at the sight, dropped his face down to Jimmy’s shoulder and fucking him hard, wrenching Jimmy’s cock in his fist.

  “Uh, uh, uh,” Jimmy groaned through tightly gritted teeth.

  Thomas felt his balls tighten as Jimmy ground back against him, felt that sting at the base of his spine. He came inside Jimmy as Jimmy spilled over his hand, panting and swearing again.

  Thomas collapsed backward onto the bed as he felt the last pulse of come pull out of him. Jimmy pulled off of him. The sudden chill of the air against his cock didn’t quite manage to startle him into moving. He was spent. The last of his energy, the last of his arousal, it was all gone. He was back to zero. He didn’t even manage to pull the condom off himself. Other hands did it.

  Warm moments passed while Thomas recovered. The mattress shifted around him. The duvet smacked him in the face as Carlos and Jimmy turned the blankets down. It pulled him out of his afterglow haze enough to convince him to crawl up to the head of the bed and slip under the covers with the other men.

  “Guys?” Jimmy said quietly, as Carlos pulled the covers up around all of them. “Thank you.”

  “For what?” Thomas asked.

  “Tonight,” he sighed, nuzzling into Thomas’s chest. “I really needed this.”

  “Yeah,” Carlos said with a sigh. “Us too.”

  They fell asleep with the light still on, tangled together warm and happy and satisfied under the covers.

  ****

  An awful, siren-like sound with an evil buzz underneath woke Thomas from the deepest sleep he’d experienced in months. He shot up, trying to pin down the source of the noise with half-closed eyes. A hand pitching forward from behind his head hit him in the face en route to its destination–– the alarm clock on the nightstand.

  It took Thomas a second to remember where he was and the heavy, double sided drapes coating everything in nearly absolute darkness weren’t helping anything.

  The noise stopped. The body behind him—Jimmy—slumped back down into the pillows. The edges of the furniture started to materialize in Thomas’s vision. The dark frames around the black and white abstract paintings hung on the grey wallpaper. The square, black, modern nightstand. The small wall lamps above it that someone must have turned off in the night. The expanse of the king sized bed around him. The smell of sheets that weren’t his, and the remnant of the scent of sex and sweat in the air, some of which was his.

  “Why is that your alarm?” Thomas asked gruffly. “So loud.”

  “I always set a backup,” Jimmy answered. “Missing a flight into La Guardia is a freaking nightmare and I have show tickets tonight.”

  “What time is it?” Thomas asked, rolling over to face the other two men. He almost laughed at how sore his back and his glutes were. He must have really overdone it. He hadn’t been this sore since he’d started taking over Kat’s classes when she got too pregnant for Heated Vinyasa.

  “It’s
one in the afternoon,” Jimmy said with a yawn. “I figured that was the latest I could sleep and still have time to grab a sandwich before I got on the train. Airport food is expensive as hell.”

  “Is Carlos still asleep?” Thomas asked.

  “No, he’s not,” Carlos’s voice rumbled from the other side of the bed. “He’s just not as jumpy as the two of you are. Is it really one already?”

  “Yeah,” Jimmy said. He started working his way up to sitting. Thomas placed his palm against his stomach and tried to push him back down.

  Jimmy resisted. “Mmnn, I don’t think so, hot stuff. I’ve got half and hour to be cleaned, dressed, packed, checked out and running toward the train, sandwich in hand.”

  Thomas let his hand fall off of Jimmy’s stomach. It wound up in Jimmy’s lap. Jimmy pushed it away with another chuckle. “Nice try.”

  Carlos and Thomas shuffled upward reluctantly, stretching every muscle and twisting out every crick in their necks, backs and shoulders.

  Jimmy ducked into the shower.

  “We probably should have thought about waking up earlier if we wanted to clean up,” Carlos said with a yawn.

  “Whatever. We won’t be the smelliest people a downtown cabdriver has seen on a Saturday morning,” Thomas replied.

  “I’m not putting my suit back on when I’m this gross,” Carlos said, sitting up and stretching wide. “Come on.”

  Jimmy followed Carlos into the bathroom. Jimmy had left the door unlocked. Reluctant to jump in the shower and risk making him late for his flight, they grabbed washcloths off the towel rack, poured hot water over from them in the sink and scrubbed themselves up.

  Jimmy came out into the main room, towel around his waist as Thomas and Carlos got themselves back into their suits and did their best to straighten their hair while Jimmy pulled his suitcase out of the closet. He grabbed a pair of jeans and a long sleeved shirt out of it, then scurried around the room, tossing things into it. A phone charger, the lube, the extra condoms, his computer bag.