The Handy Men

by Jamie K. Schmidt

“Well, since you put it like that…” Jack set his wineglass on the table and then slid out of his pants. “I got a splinter in my knee from the pavilion floor. Maybe we should ask the town if they want us to sand it down and repaint it before the tourists get here.” He picked at it, before pulling it out with his fingernails and flicking it aside.

  “Better there than your ass.” Dean set up the movie and stripped. He deliberately took his time shrugging out of his shirt and slowly unbuckling his belt. Jack’s eyes were riveted on him, and Dean couldn’t believe he was lucky enough to have a man like him in his life.

  “Fuck, I like looking at you,” Jack said when Dean kicked off his jeans. “Are you sure I can’t convince you to get a tattoo?”

  “My body is a temple,” Dean said, and then gestured to Jack’s colorful chest. “I’ll look at your hotness all day, but I’m not putting a mark on my skin.”

  “How about I do it, then?” Jack yanked Dean back down on the couch and kissed him roughly.

  Dean pushed back until their teeth clacked. He was as frustrated as Jack was about Paige. He wanted her between them. He wanted to hear her moan when they both touched her. Dean rubbed himself over Jack.

  Jack smacked his palm on Dean’s ass. Dean reached over and pulled Jack’s stiff cock. He liked playing rough. Usually, they both took turns with each other, playing hard and fast. When they had a woman, though, their lovemaking tended to be gentler. Dean missed that sweetness and that slow pace.

  “Suck my cock,” Jack ordered, pushing him down.

  Dean went eagerly. He was still worked up about seeing Paige watching them. Both he and Jack loved an audience, but with Paige it was even more intimate. Jack pressed play on the remote and Lara Flynn Boyle and her two lovers writhed together on the screen.

  “I like Y Tu Mama Tambien better,” Jack said, his voice husky with desire.

  Taking Jack deep in his throat, he swallowed. Then Dean moved up his cock with slow, hard suction.

  “But that also ended badly. Why isn’t there ever a happily ever after for people like us?”

  Because Jack was guiding his head to take all of him, Dean couldn’t answer.

  “Why wasn’t it enough for Stephanie?” he whispered.

  Dean didn’t want to answer, even when Jack’s hands fell away and he was able to move his head freely on Jack’s cock. Stephanie had wanted to marry Dean and have Jack move out for appearance’s sake, but the thought of pushing him aside had been too painful, and Dean had asked Jack to marry him instead of Stephanie.

  Because Stephanie had broken Jack’s heart, they would have to be more guarded with Paige. But Dean didn’t want a convenient threesome; he wanted a permanent lover. He wanted a wife to go with his husband. And so did Jack—even if he wouldn’t admit it.

  To wipe away the memories, he concentrated on giving his husband the best blow job of his life. Dean loved the salty-sweet taste of him and the way Jack held his breath when the pleasure built to a fever pitch.

  Jack grunted and slapped Dean’s ass, gripping it before hitting him again. “I like putting marks on your body. You like it, too, don’t you?”

  Moaning in agreement, Dean bobbed his head faster over Jack’s cock. Would Paige get scared off if they asked her to join in? Were they crazy to try again with another woman? It was just about perfect the way it was. They didn’t need a woman, but they wanted one. Both of them were bisexual and had shared women even before they started dating.

  Dean would never forget the first time Jack kissed him. The lady they’d gone home with had fallen asleep, but Jack and Dean were still too wired. It started out as a friendly argument over who was going to shower first and escalated into a little pushing and shoving, and Dean pinned Jack to the floor in triumph. Of course, looking back, it was obvious what happened next. Like straight guys wrestle naked all the time, right?

  Jack had kissed him and they wound up rolling around on the floor while their lover snored. He bottomed for Jack that night because it was his first time with a man, but they experimented until Jack loved being a switch as much as Dean did.

  “Yeah,” Jack growled, continuing to slap Dean’s ass.

  The sting of the blows was worth the warmth on his ass cheeks. Dean’s cock ground into the leather of the couch as he slowly engulfed Jack’s cock with his mouth, teasing him with his tongue and just a touch of teeth. The soft leather felt good and he rocked his hips into it to increase the friction.

  “You getting off on the leather?” Jack asked, slapping him again.

  Dean could only grunt. The moans on the screen were getting to him.

  When they first met Paige last summer, the three of them immediately hit it off. She was funny and sexy, but under that, there was a layer of sadness that had intrigued him and pinged something inside him in return. It took a while, but she finally let them get close to her, and their friendship took off. Jack hadn’t been sure the exact moment when friendship turned to lust, but Dean knew it was the day at the beach for him.

  They had been lying out on the sand, jumping in the water every now and then to cool off. Paige wore a sleek one-piece that clung in all the right places. Dean couldn’t take his eyes off her creamy skin, and luckily, his sunglasses hid his gaze, so she hadn’t caught him ogling her. He found himself wanting to lick the salt off her curvy body, nibble on her pebbled nipples, and sink into the molten heat of her. Jack noticed and at first gave him a little attitude about it. But when they were eating ice cream cones on the boardwalk later, Dean caught Jack staring at Paige licking her cone with her cute pink tongue as if he was picturing it on his cock.

  From that point on, they decided to seduce her. Unfortunately, they weren’t very good at it, or she was just thick-headed and didn’t get that they wanted her as more than a friend. The fact that she responded to their little kisses and caresses encouraged him. Now that he’d seen her playing with herself while watching them, he could work with that. She obviously liked what she saw. If Paige were here now, they would put on another personal show for her until she felt comfortable about joining in, and they’d spend the rest of the evening exploring one another’s bodies. He’d kiss every inch of her and see what made her scream. But she wasn’t here, and when they were at the bed and breakfast it had to be all business.

  “You’re going to make me come,” Jack whispered. “It’s damn good, but I wish I had Paige’s tits in my face and my fingers on her clit.” So he was fantasizing about her, too? They had to have her soon or they’d both go nuts.

  Picturing both of them sucking on her nipples at the same time while she stroked their cocks, one in each of her hands, Dean moaned. His hips rubbed faster on the couch, wishing he was sinking inside her wet heat instead of the yielding leather. Jack’s hand cracked down on his ass again and Dean leapt up snarling. He pulled Jack onto the floor. Reaching into the end table, he pulled out a tube of lube and a condom.

  “Yeah, get me nice and slick for you,” Jack said. “You think Paige would do this for you so she could watch you fuck me?”

  Dean nodded. He unwrapped the condom over his hard member and glided the thick ointment all over it, thinking of how Paige would react. She hadn’t shied away tonight. She watched their performance, riveted.

  He would love to have gotten her off. Hell, they both would have. She hadn’t been shocked, so maybe she had a bit of kinkiness that would allow her to accept a different type of relationship. She wouldn’t have stayed if she hadn’t wanted them. Dean had plans to explore every inch of her and see just where her limits were. He’d like her to ride his cock while he blew Jack. Maybe have Jack eat her pussy while he fucked him.

  Jack’s entire body shuddered when Dean’s lube-covered fingers stretched him, preparing him.

  “I love you,” Jack said, kissing Dean. “But if you don’t fuck me now, I’ll go insane.” Jack gave Dean’s ass another hard slap.

  Bending Jack in half, Dean slid deep inside him with long practice.

  “Fuck,” Jack brea
thed out as pain danced into pleasure.

  “I’ll never get tired of seeing that look on your face,” Dean said.

  When he was sure Jack was used to him, he braced himself on his hands and rocked into him hard. It had always been like this for them. Savage coupling. Never getting enough of each other. Wanting every little pleasure and debauchery to come to them.

  And they loved making a woman come. They liked taking turns, watching each other. Then, when she was ready and half out of her mind with pleasure, they’d take her both at the same time. They would have to go easy on each other when Paige was watching so she didn’t spook. But for right now, Dean had a lot of frustration he wanted to take out, and Jack’s moans only encouraged him.

  Dean eased up when Jack fumbled for his own cock, allowing him to pull it with jerky rhythms. He pictured the two of them taking Paige. Him in her ass and Jack in her pussy, Paige’s soft body between them. Jack would kiss her and Dean would hold them both in his arms. Gritting his teeth, Dean’s breathing became harsh. Pleasure danced along his insides and his whole body shook.

  Jack swore and snarled, bucking up into him. “Come,” he ordered.

  Shuddering, Dean came with a satisfied rush. That was the problem about public displays. You had to be quick so you didn’t get caught. They’d left things half-finished back in the pavilion, but now everything was as it should be.

  Jack’s body spasmed and he came over his hand and chest, roaring into the room.

  Chapter Four

  Paige took two men into bed with her. Unfortunately, it was Ben and Jerry. Fortunately, it was New York Super Fudge Chunk and she chased it with half a bottle of Merlot. She had ripped up the cheerful paper announcing her ex-husband’s wedding to the slut he’d cheated on her with. An hour later, though, she went back and taped it together. Which was an adequate metaphor for her relationship with Fred. He would make her mad. She’d do something rash. And then she’d try to smooth things over.

  There was a very large list of things Paige would rather do than go to his wedding with homewrecker Barbie. In fact, attending that wedding was right under getting a root canal without Novocain and explaining to her mother-in-law how to reset her wireless router.

  Still, there was a little defiant part of her that wanted to walk into the reception with a gorgeous guy on her arm and be able to tell all of their old friends how much happier she was running a bed and breakfast than she ever was being Fred’s wife. Paige had spent ten years as his glorified maid and unpaid administrative assistant, while he was banging Barbie, who it turned out was an IT professional in his office building. Barbie must have spent a lot of time under his desk fixing his internet connection or something.

  Spooning a big gob of chocolate ice cream into her mouth, she took some pleasure in the fact that now Fred’s mother would be calling Barbie to fix her computer instead of her. And she was pretty sure that Barbie’s coq au vin wasn’t as good as hers, either.

  Scraping around the container to get the last bits of chocolate, Paige wondered when the hurt would go away. She didn’t mourn her old life. She didn’t miss being at Fred’s beck and call, and she certainly didn’t miss the sex. Well, that’s not completely true. She missed the orgasm part a whole lot, but more often than not, Fred wasn’t around for those, either.

  She tossed the empty ice cream pint into the trash can and brought her wine with her to light the candles around the room, then put on soft music and took out her vibrator. Draining her glass, she lay back on the bed and put it on a low buzz. As she circled her nipples with it, she replayed the scene from the pavilion in her mind.

  Paige squirmed and turned up the vibrations as she rubbed the device harder over the sensitive tips. She liked seeing Jack’s muscled back and firm ass while he pleasured his husband on his knees. Tucking away the guilty feelings of intruding on their personal moment, she trailed the vibrator over her silky nightgown, down to her belly, and then rested it between her legs.

  Turning the vibrator on its highest setting, she touched her clit with it and let it buzz over it while picturing Jack taking Dean from behind with a passion Fred had never shown her. She imagined being in Dean’s place, feeling Jack’s body slap into hers with a force that shook the bench.

  “Oh,” she moaned. Her voice echoed back to her and she flinched. She usually wasn’t this loud. Fuck it. She was the only one here. “Yes!” she cried out, moving the vibrator through her slick folds while she imagined Jack fucking her. “Yes, Jack!”

  Paige quivered, feeling naughty. “Fuck me, Jack. There. Right there.”

  Her body arched upward, rising to meet a phantom lover. Her limbs trembled as the little device sent vibrations through her. But she didn’t want to forget Dean, talented, toned Dean. He had to have his turn. In her fantasy, after Jack had his way with her, he let Dean have her. Once Dean lifted her up into his arms, she wrapped her legs around him. He pressed her against the walls of the pavilion and fucked her hard, making the flimsy building shudder and shake, as if he was going to fuck her through the wall. Paige pictured herself burying her face in his neck as his big body pleasured her.

  Slipping the vibrator inside, she pretended it was Dean. “Dean, please,” Paige moaned. “Harder. Fuck me harder. Oh Dean. Oh yes.” She screamed as her orgasm took control over her body, curling up into the fetal position and letting the buzzing shake through her.

  When the wave of pleasure faded, she turned off the vibrator. Her feelings of fulfillment crept away to melancholy. How fucked up was it to masturbate while thinking about your gay friends? How the hell was she ever going to face them tomorrow?

  …

  Paige was talking to Mrs. Sundby when Jack and Dean showed up the next morning.

  “We’re going to start on the third floor,” Jack said, brushing a kiss on her cheek as he walked by. Her nipples tightened as a flash of her fantasy came to her. Hard on the heels of the unexpected arousal, she nearly swooned when Dean also kissed her. She had half turned her face to him before she realized what she was doing. And his lips brushed her lips instead of her cheek.

  He grinned at her. “Good morning, sunshine.” He held up a bag of doughnuts. “Is the coffee on?”

  Nodding, Paige was at a loss for words for a moment. He had no idea he had just rocked her world with that little kiss. It took a moment before Mrs. Sundby’s words penetrated the thick fog of desire that had come over her.

  “So I told him that if he wanted to keep my business, he would have to take down his signs.”

  “Good for you,” Paige said, not wanting to let Mrs. Sundby know that she hadn’t been listening.

  It seemed to work. Mrs. Sundby beamed at her. “Your parents would be so proud of you. I bet they can’t wait to see what you’ve done with the place.”

  The smile froze on Paige’s face. “Yeah, can’t wait.”

  They actually wanted a progress report, which she’d been putting off because it wasn’t as if they were her shareholders and she had to present her budget to the board of directors. But they acted like that. The last time she outlined her plans, her father had nickel and dimed her about shopping around for cheaper help. She didn’t want cheaper help. She wanted her friends. She wanted Jack and Dean. The real reason her parents didn’t want her hiring Jack and Dean was because they didn’t agree with their lifestyle, but Paige didn’t give a shit. And her parents didn’t like that one bit.

  “I should get going,” Paige said, hoping Mrs. Sundby would get the hint.

  “Your bed and breakfast is going to really help with the tourist traffic this year.”

  She wasn’t sure how her ten rooms would make a difference one way or the other, but it was nice to hear some support anyway.

  “Are you booked solid?”

  She wasn’t even booked through the summer. “I have a few more openings,” Paige hedged. “I’m full for the month of June and July. It’s going to be here before you know it.” The house was sound. The air conditioning was holding, and so far t
he plumbing was as good as you were going to get on an island. It was just the little things now, she told herself, although it should have been ready a month ago.

  Why did she always wait until the last minute to do things?

  See, she wanted to tell Mrs. Sundby she didn’t need to call her parents. They were already here. In her head, nagging and chipping away at her confidence.

  Mrs. Sundby nodded. “Don’t worry, dear, you’ll fill the rooms. Just be careful of associating with the wrong people.” She gave Paige a significant look.

  “What do you mean?” Paige narrowed her eyes at her, knowing she was probably talking about Jack and Dean. She wanted to hear her say it, so she could make sure Mrs. Sundby knew that she wasn’t going let homophobic douchebaggery go without calling her out on it.

  “Anyway, I need to get going. Zsa Zsa needs her exercise.”

  At her name, the big black Chow stood up and stretched. She allowed Mrs. Sundby to walk her down the driveway.

  “What did she want?” Dean asked. He was leaning a hip against her counter and drinking a cup of coffee.

  Jack was a freak and didn’t touch the stuff, but he’d probably come down in a few minutes for a pot of mint tea. Dean had already put the kettle on to boil.

  “The usual gossip. John thinks someone is pulling his lobster parts.”

  “Pots,” Dean corrected.

  She grunted. “Henry at the store had offensive signs up that she made him take down. And Ida’s daughter is pregnant again.”

  “What’s that make? Five now?” Dean asked.

  “Six.”

  He whistled. “Better her than me.”

  “You said it.” Her ex hadn’t wanted children. He thought they were messy and unnecessary. Paige would have liked someone to love and fuss over other than Fred, but in the end, at least they didn’t have a child to tie them together after the divorce.

  Why on earth was he inviting her to his wedding?

  “You’re frowning,” Dean said, pouring her a cup of coffee and setting a jelly doughnut on the table. “Eat that. You’ll feel better.”