The Thing About Us: A MMF Bisexual Romance

by Jennifer Domenico

  “How?”

  “I had a few mates over one day and he told them to be careful because I was a todger tickler.”

  “Todger?”

  “Cock.”

  “Oh shit.”

  “My friends looked at me like I was mad. I tried to downplay it, but the guilt was all over my face. They wouldn’t come round anymore, so I stayed in my room the rest of the summer, deeply depressed and questioning myself. By the time school started, I went about erasing any doubt of my manhood by shagging every girl who would let me. My neighbor ignored me, and soon after got a job and moved off. Eventually I convinced myself it never happened. I truly believed I made it up. I shoved it so far down, it no longer existed even to myself. Even being with you initially didn’t revive the memory. Any man who looked at me from that point on was met with aggression. I was a straight man.” I meet his gaze with tears in my eyes. “But I’m not, am I?”

  “Do you want to be?”

  “What I want, Ben, the reason I’m telling you this, is because it’s time I came clean. I was out there running away from Georgie, from my feelings for you, and the memory hit me like running straight into a wall. I fell to my knees on the side of the road and cried like a baby.” He wipes his eyes. “It’s time I understood myself and who I am. I want you to know the situation that happened all those years ago that made me ashamed and depressed was because I was a confused boy, but I’m not now. I’m a grown man and even though the memory of what I did to him hurts me, it’s in the past. I can handle it now.”

  “What are you saying, Luc?”

  He cups my face. “Take me to bed, Ben. Make love to me.”

  My brow creases. “What?”

  “Isn’t that what people do when they’re in love?”

  I tilt my head as tears flood my eyes, but no words come.

  “Do you understand what I’m telling you?” I watch in shock as a tear streams down his cheek. “Do you?”

  “Say it.” My words come out in a whisper. “Please.”

  A slight smile pulls at his lips. “I love you, Ben. Deeply. I have for a very long time. I tried to pretend it wasn’t romantic love. I explained it away by focusing on our bond as mates. I wanted to make it about the sex.” He shakes his head. “I made mistakes. I hurt you. I admit I didn’t know how to sort those feelings.” He offers a fuller smile. “But I’m sorted now.”

  I’m shocked. Fucking shocked.

  “Ben?” My eyes shift to focus on his. “Do you still love me?”

  “Do I still love you?” My bottom lip quivers under the emotional strain. “Luc…”

  He takes my hand and puts it over his heart. “Do you?”

  “I’ve never stopped. I’ve never been able to. I won’t ever be able to.”

  Luc exhales, as a smile pulls at his lips. “Thank god.”

  “What about Georgie? You’re still together?”

  “We’ll talk about her later and so much more, but for now…” He exhales slowly. “I want you to make love to me like only you can.”

  I try to swallow the emotion clogging my throat. “Are you sure? Because if we do this, we’re doing it my way.”

  “I’m absolutely positive. It’s been a long time coming.” He leans in and kisses me softly. “Teach me how to love you. Show me what you need. I will do my very best. You deserve it.”

  Cupping his face, I gaze into his eyes. “You mean it, don’t you?”

  “No more words. My actions will show you.”

  After taking a moment to recover from his words, I nod, and lead him to my bedroom, holding his hand. My body feels like there’s an electric current running through me.

  Luc smiles. “I was running before I came over. I could use a shower. Do you want to join me?”

  Smiling, I nod. “Yeah. I’ve missed showers with you.” We enter the bathroom together.

  “We have so many things to talk about. I want to know everything that’s happened since things went off track.”

  “I guess I want to know what’s going on in your life too. Obviously, something shifted for you.”

  “It’s safe to say we’re probably not getting much sleep tonight.” He flashes the famous Luc grin. “For lots of reasons.”

  “That seems to be the norm when you’re around.”

  Luc steps closer, wrapping his arms around my neck. “So we’ll shower, get some wine, and celebrate our reunion.”

  I twist around to start the shower, glancing behind me nearly in disbelief that he’s here. Not only is he here but he’s in love with me. I waited so long to hear those words from his mouth, for him to mean them the way I mean them, and now I think he does. I’m dying to know what brought him to this point, what the meaning of Georgie’s message was, and what’s been going on since I pulled away, but right now I just want to get this beautiful man naked and in the shower with me.

  Luc pulls his T-shirt over his head and tosses it on the floor keeping his eyes on me the entire time. He kicks off his gym pants and his beauty rushes over my senses. I follow suit, quickly disrobing. The two of us take a moment to just gaze at each other.

  “If I haven’t told you enough, Ben, I love looking at you.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you’re sexy. Your eyes melt me. Your mouth seduces me.” He steps close enough that our dicks brush together, sending the craziest sensation through me. “Who doesn’t enjoy looking at their person?”

  I gaze down for a moment before returning my eyes to his. “I’m your person? I thought it was Georgie.”

  Luc smiles, gripping my wrist and leading me into the shower. “I’ve learned a lot about myself recently.” He steps closer and kisses me softly. “We’ll talk more. Right now you’re supposed to be teaching me some things.”

  I grin, pressing him against the tiled wall as steamy hot liquid pours down over us. I put my arms on either side of his face. “Any limits?”

  Luc’s eyes soften. “None.”

  I press my lips onto his, slowly snaking my tongue around his. His mouth is hot as his scruffy cheeks brush against my own. Luc’s hands move into my hair as our mouths twist together. My hands slide up and down his back, taking brief squeezes of his tight ass. His kiss is so fucking amazing. He kisses aggressively, sucking my tongue, biting my bottom lip, and softly moaning, lighting my body even more on fire than it already is. He reaches between us stroking my cock, and I exhale from the sensation of his hands on me.

  Twisting my fingers in his hair, I pull his head back and bite gently into his neck. He lets out a low growling noise as our hips come together.

  When I release his hair, he gazes at me. “I need to taste you. Completely.”

  Feeling my confidence building with each passing moment, I nod. “Completely?”

  “No limits, Ben. No boundaries. I want every part of you.” He drops to his knees and drags his tongue on the underside of my erection. “Would you believe I’ve actually dreamt of this beauty?”

  I run my fingers through his hair. “What happened in your dream?”

  “I’ll show you.” He slides his mouth over me, engulfing me down his throat. I close my eyes leaning against the wall as Luc gives me his best. He enthusiastically massages my balls, working my cock in and out of his mouth, dragging my attention back to watching him. I don’t want to come, but then again, I do.

  His eyes shift up to me and I cup his chin. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Do you want me to come? Are you ready for that?”

  Luc nods, batting his eyes slowly as he does. Pulling back for just a moment, he strokes me in his hand. “I want every drop.”

  It’s time Luc learned a few more things about how I like my sex. With both hands, I grip the back of his head, pulling him down on my dick and pumping my hips, essentially fucking his mouth. His fingers dig into my hips for balance, but he doesn’t miss a beat. I watch in awe as he takes every inch, keeping his eyes locked on mine.

  “Oh fuck. Your mouth.” I can literally feel the cum building in my b
alls and surging the length of my cock until I explode in Luc’s mouth. He reacts, gripping my flesh just a little tighter, but he doesn’t take his mouth off of me. I pump my load down his throat, watching in awe as he swallows every last drop.

  He stands, immediately claiming my mouth in a hot kiss. We kiss hard, as if we’ll die if we don’t. I press my forehead on his, catching my breath. “That was amazing.”

  “We’re one now, Ben.” He grips my shoulders. “There is nothing between us that will not be shared. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “I wanted to do that with you now so you knew, deep in your core, you knew that I loved you. I love this connection between us. I love everything about it.”

  I nod, reeling from the intensity of his words.

  “Take me to bed.”

  Without a word, I shut the shower off and lead him to my bedroom. Still wet, we climb all over each other, kissing, rubbing, groping. A moment later we fall back on the bed. I move down Luc’s body, desperately in need of that cock of his down my throat. I held back so much before, but no more. If this is what he wants, he’s getting all of me.

  Sucking him into my mouth, I plunge his length as deep as I can take him. I push his legs up, spreading them wide for me and shifting so that I can eat this beautiful ass of his. I bury my tongue, licking his hole, his taint, his balls, whatever I can reach, while stroking his amazing cock.

  “Fuck! Why does that feel so bloody good?”

  My own dick twitches with his words, slowly coming back to life. I want Luc’s essence. I want all of him. I rise up, just enough to meet his eyes. “I want your cum, baby. All of it. Don’t hold back.”

  He shakes his head back and forth, moaning as I slide a finger in his entrance. He’s so tight, but it’s important to loosen him up for what I have planned. I remove my finger, lick it and slide it back in while sucking his dick. He gets into it, pumping his hips to match me.

  “Jesus, Ben, so good. So fucking good.”

  “Are you close?” He nods, so I push my finger in deeper. Luc reacts by moaning loudly. At this point, I suck full force, squeezing his ass cheeks and shoving his dick as deep as I can get it. His knees are on the bed by his head. He claws at my shoulders, before falling back on the bed and grunting, releasing hot creamy liquid into my mouth. I swallow, but a little slips from the sides of my mouth. Luc sits up and leans forward, grabbing my face and kissing me hard, licking my face in the process.

  “You are amazing.” He kisses me again. “Fucking amazing. I cannot tell you how good that felt.” We kiss again, both of us just lost in it for a moment. “Make love to me now.”

  Lying between his legs, I drag my hands over his body. “How do you want it?”

  Luc smiles, brushing his fingers across my chin. “I want you to do everything you’ve ever wanted. Everything we’ve both been craving for so long.” My brow creases. “Ben, I asked you to make love to me. Not the other way round.”

  I nod, finally understanding. “You’re sure?”

  “Let’s just say, I’ve been preparing for this.”

  I reach over and open my nightstand taking out the bottle of lube. Luc’s brow furrows. I kiss him softly. “We’ll talk later.”

  He nods, kissing me again. I sit up on my knees and squeeze the lube on my dick before pouring an ample amount between Luc’s cheeks. He feels even firmer than he did before, like he’s been working out more. As he lies on his back, I lift his legs, teasing his opening with my dick.

  “Don’t hold back, Ben. I can take it.”

  As I slide in, we lock eyes, both of us holding our breath. I push further, watching his brow furrow and his grip on my arms tighten, then I push a little more. I reach his limit, leaning forward to kiss him. I’ve never had sex like this, so close, so intimate. The last time he allowed me this treat, Georgie was involved, which added some heat to it, but this is different. This is us. I move slowly in and out, completely absorbed in what his body feels like. His ass is tight, but he’s more relaxed than last time, allowing me easy movement. I wrap my arms tightly around him and he does the same, our bodies moving in perfect rhythm together. Our tongues come together, as we both breathe against each other’s mouths.

  I bury my face in the crevice of his neck, kissing and sucking the flesh there. Luc’s fingers claw at my back as he moans my name. I switch my gaze back to him, surprised when I see tears in his eyes.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  He shakes his head. “I love you. So much. I waited so long, too long for this.”

  I kiss him again, softly, sweetly, then lick a tear from his face. “I love you too. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you.”

  His words are like a switch deep within me. I squeeze my eyes shut, releasing once more into him. Oh fuck. “You feel so good.” I pull out, both of us reacting to the absence it causes. I slide down enough to lie my head on Luc’s chest. He strokes my hair and my back as he wraps his arms around me. I feel myself drifting to sleep, finally comfortable for the first time in weeks. I’m hot, but I don’t care. I’m in Luc’s arms.

  I don’t know how long I’ve been asleep, but when I open my eyes, I’m still in Luc’s arms.

  He smiles. “Hey.”

  “Hey.”

  We lie this way for several minutes until I decide to speak, twisting my face up to see his. “Are you ready to talk?”

  Luc nods. “I am.”

  “Where do we start?”

  “Why did you stop speaking to me? We said we would always be mates, but you deserted me. Why?”

  “I thought I had to. I had to protect my heart. When you told me you proposed to Georgie, it tore me up.”

  “I guess I don’t understand why. We talked about my feelings for her. We talked about our relationship plans. What changed?”

  I glance down for a moment, looking at our entwined hands. “To me it meant you saw her as your one and only. You wanted a lifetime commitment with her, and I didn’t understand where that left me, but I was pretty sure it was on the outside. I stepped back because I needed my heart to heal, and because…” I pause, thinking of my words. “Because I love you so much, I wanted to get out of your way.”

  “And Georgie? Do you feel nothing for her?”

  I shake my head. “I feel a lot of things for Georgie. She’s like my spirit animal. She understands me on a level deeper than I understand myself.”

  “But romantically?”

  My brow furrows. “Honestly, Luc, I’ve been so overwhelmed by my feelings for you.”

  “And Ryan? What about him?”

  “What about him?”

  “Don’t fuck with me. You spent so much time with him. Are you still seeing him?”

  “No, but he’s become a good friend.” I squeeze his hand. “Ryan started out as a distraction. He’s a great guy and we had fun together. He makes me laugh, and he’s just fun to be around.”

  “Did you fuck him?”

  “Why?”

  “I just want to know. I want to know what your bond with him is.”

  “Luc…”

  “Please.”

  “We did some things. Nothing serious and not full blown sex. Nothing like what you and I have done. To be honest, he noticed how tense I was around you and picked up on the sexual attraction. He had a sit down with me one day and we talked it through. I told him everything and how badly I was hurting without you. I hope you’re not mad I told him about us.”

  He shakes his head. “You needed a confidant. Did he have advice?”

  “He told me to stop being a pussy and talk to you.” We both laugh softly. “He said in his perception, you were equally hurting.”

  “I was. Far more than you know. But you didn’t take his advice.”

  “That was just a couple of days ago before he went back to San Fran. Trust me, I haven’t thought of anything else. Georgie’s been calling. You’ve been calling. I honestly thought you just planned to tell me the same shit we always talk about. I cou
ldn’t take it.”

  He nods. “I saw the lube in your drawer and assumed it meant you were having sex with Ryan. You didn’t?”

  “No, but it’s not really fair to ask. I’m sure you had plenty of sex with Georgie.”

  “It’s not the same. She’s part of us.”

  “Us?”

  “Yes, us. Do you want to hear my side now?”

  “Yeah.”

  “The night I proposed to Georgie, I knew in the pit of my stomach it was the wrong thing to do. I knew I was motivated by something far from love.” I listen in complete surprise. “But I did it anyway. I asked.” He smiles. “Fortunately, she declined.”

  “She said no?”

  “Not only did she say no, she lost her bloody shit on me. Went completely mad. Screamed at me in fact. Told me I was a fool and left me.”

  My mouth falls open. “She left you?”

  “Walked out of the restaurant. I went home without my girl, without my mate, without anyone I loved or cared about. I tried calling her, but she told me I had to do some soul searching and that she believed I was smart enough to figure out what to do next.”

  “She’s a tough one.”

  “Indeed she is.”

  “I guess I just assumed she accepted. So what happened?”

  “Everything went to shit, mate. Everything. You wouldn’t talk to me and you were in San Francisco. Georgie gave me the cold shoulder. I didn’t even go to work for two days. I sat in my flat wondering how I ruined everything I had. After a few days of digging deep, I realized the problem. I proposed…” He exhales slowly avoiding my eyes.

  “Look at me.” His eyes shift up. “You can tell me anything.”

  “I know.” He nods. “I know.” After a moment, he continues. “I proposed out of this insane fear. Georgie kept talking about you and I panicked. I thought I was losing her.”

  “Losing her?”

  “She didn’t seem to think of me as much as you. She didn’t act like what we had was serious. Whilst you were gone, I felt like she couldn’t stop thinking of you.”

  “So you proposed?”

  He nods. “I did. I thought doing so would prove my level of commitment and feelings for her. When I realized it was driven by fear, I went back to her and told her I understood. She clarified for me I was only half right. She said it was time to have a serious talk about you. This all just happened. Hours before I showed up here, we had a bit of a row. She told me it was time I admitted I was in love with you as much as I was in love with her. She knew how I felt about her, but that wasn’t the issue. We were at the point where moving forward would be impossible if I didn’t accept and embrace it. She explained her desires and feelings and told me that I needed to quote get my shit together in the Ben department.” I laugh softly. “I was angry, confused. I left her place and started to go home, but then I just started running. The memory of what I did as a teen rushed back, so I kept running. The further I went, the more I realized she was absolutely right. My fear all along wasn’t losing Georgie. It was accepting the truth in my heart and realizing without a doubt, I cannot live without you.”