"Now that we've all had a laugh at my expense, how about helping me to relax?" Seb said.
Connor stared at them both, anxiety creeping back in.
Still holding Connor's hand, Seb stood. "Just go with the flow," he said, tugging slightly. "Can you do that?"
Connor nodded uncertainly but allowed himself to be pulled to his feet and led through to Matt's bedroom. He trusted them. Cared for them. Loved them. He wanted to be with them. Go with the flow. All he had to do was relax and let them take charge.
Seb tugged him onto the bed. At first, Connor sat, but Seb pushed his finger against Connor's chest. There wasn't enough force to actually knock him backwards, but he let it happen anyway. Seb knelt beside him, leaned over him, and kissed him. Connor welcomed Seb's tongue in his mouth. The bed dipped as Matt joined them, kneeling on Connor's other side. Connor gasped and broke the kiss as he felt Matt's large hands slip beneath his T-shirt to caress his chest and stomach.
"Relax," Seb whispered. "We'll stop if you want."
"It just… took me by surprise," Connor gasped. "Don't stop."
Seb took off his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and stripped to the waist. Matt placed his hands on Seb's chest, running them up and down, tracing the hair that swirled across Seb's chest, following its path to where it vanished beneath the waistband of his smart work trousers. Connor watched, eyes growing wide as Matt circled his thumbs over Seb's nipples, which became hard and round. Then Seb's mouth was on his again, their tongues slowly caressing in a lover's dance. Connor's eyes fluttered shut as he lost himself in the moment.
When their lips parted and Connor opened his eyes again, he saw that Matt had got rid of his work shirt too. His chest had only the faintest dusting of hair. Connor rested his hand against Matt's chest, feeling the beat of Matt's heart against his palm. He bit his lower lip and ran his palm over each of Matt's nipples in turn, feeling the way they hardened in response to his touch. A shivering breath broke free of him, and he lifted his other hand to caress Seb in the same way. They both smiled down at him, both cupped a hand over his and helped him to move his hands in a way that brought each of them pleasure.
"I want to see you," Seb said.
It took Connor a moment to process the comment. He gulped. "You want—"
Matt tugged at the waistband of the jogging bottoms he was wearing. He made no attempt to pull them down, but the intent was oddly clearer to Connor than Seb's words had been.
Matt kissed him, and then Seb took a turn. They switched again, barely giving him time to breathe in between. Each kiss made his body ache in the most wonderful way imaginable. He was at their mercy, totally incapable of denying them anything they wanted, and he was completely fine with that.
Perhaps something shifted in his face as the realisation hit him. Something that signalled to his friends that they could do more because Seb smiled and tugged off his T-shirt before pushing him back to the bed again. Whilst Matt kissed his lips, Seb kissed his chest, working up and down from throat to stomach.
"Oh, God," Connor whispered.
If this was what surrender felt like, he was only sorry he hadn't given in before.
A breath whooshed out of him as Seb's hands grabbed the top of the jogging bottoms and tugged, freeing Connor of them. His socks were next, both whipped off before he had time to blink. He only had a second to register the fact that he was naked before Seb's hand closed around his cock.
"Oh, God."
Matt grinned at him. "You good?"
"Yes, but…" He licked his lips. "This isn't fair."
"What isn't?"
"You've got me naked… but you…" he stammered over the words.
Matt chuckled. "Are you ordering us to strip off for you?"
"No… yes… maybe. Oh, God, I don't know."
Matt rolled off his knees and made quick work of taking off the rest of his clothes, freeing his hard cock, which rested against his thigh, thick and vibrant.
"Better?" he asked.
Connor could do nothing but stare. He swallowed, trying to make his mouth moist enough to speak. Movement caught his attention, and he shifted his stare to Seb, in time to see him strip completely too.
"Oh…" The single word barely made it past his lips before disintegrating into a moan.
They were both glorious. Seb passed Matt a small bottle of lube.
"Give me your hand," Matt said, holding out his own.
Connor obeyed, laying his hand on Matt's, palm up. Matt squirted a good amount of lube onto it. It was cold, making him shiver. Matt guided Connor's hand to his cock and, hand over hand, helped Connor to pleasure him. Connor followed the back-and-forth motion of their hands as they glided over Matt's cock, root to tip. It was hard and warm in his grasp, the lube making it slick. Matt arched his neck and head back, groaning with pleasure as he pumped their hands faster.
Connor barely had time to take in the sensations before he felt moist warmth closing around his cock. Seb. He felt Seb's mouth enveloping him, applying pressure that left him feeling dizzy with desire.
"Oh, God."
His eyes fluttered shut. He was lost in the sensations. Matt's cock. Seb's mouth. His body buzzed with lust. Matt had been right. What Seb was doing with his lips and tongue was better than a hand job. Christ, how deep was Seb taking him? Matt's hand dropped away from his, but Connor kept moving it in long strokes up and down Matt's rigid length. He listened to Matt's soft moans, using them as a barometer to work out how much pressure his friend liked and how slowly he should move his hand. It was a wonder he could concentrate on pleasuring Matt when all his senses seemed to have shifted into his cock, which Seb was doing indescribable things to.
"Oh, that's good," Matt murmured. "So good. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?"
"Only to myself," Connor managed to slur.
Matt chuckled. "You can do it to me any time."
Yes, please. It was weird how amazing it was to turn on someone else. To know that every whimper that escaped Matt's lips was because of him. It was a form of power. Another, more intimate way to take care of him.
"Oh, yes." Matt moaned harder as he started to thrust his hips, his cock moving faster through Connor's closed fist. "You're going to make me come, Con."
They locked eyes.
"Come with me," Matt whispered.
Connor whimpered. "Oh, God."
Without meaning to, he bucked his hips, pushing himself further into Seb's mouth as his orgasm exploded out of him. A second later, Matt joined him, spurting cum all over his hand. Connor lay still, panting hard and trembling. Seb kept sucking, making Connor's body quiver with ecstasy.
"Oh, God," he whispered again.
He let Matt's limp cock go and flopped his damp hand on the bed above his head. "Jesus that was…" He swallowed, unable to summon the right words out of his orgasm-addled mind.
Matt flopped beside him. "Is that all you have to say for yourself?" he asked, his tone teasing.
Connor nodded. He couldn't speak. Seb stretched out beside them, sandwiching Connor between him and Matt. Their arms crossed over him, stroking his still tingling body. He wasn't sure he could take any more, but they didn't seem to care. Their mouths and hands were all over him again. He curled his hand around the back of Seb's neck and pulled him in for a kiss before repeating the action with Matt.
"Seb… you…"
"I'm good," Seb assured him, nuzzling his jaw. "I can wait for you two to recover. I'm sure we'll all have lots of fun later."
Later. He'd already come twice in… how long? An hour? Tops? He was exhausted, but it was a pleasant kind of tiredness.
Seb looped his leg over Connor's. Matt did the same, so he was effectively pinned by their bodies. He lay there between them, stroking their hands as their palms lay on his chest. He let out a contented sigh. He'd never felt like he belonged anywhere more in his life. And he did belong, with them.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Seb
"I've got some flat vie
wings lined up," Seb said over lunch one Saturday.
It was a cold day, with no clouds, so he'd put on an extra thick jumper to stave off the chill. It was just him and Matt in the flat. Connor's garage did a twenty-four-hour rescue service, and the mechanics took turns being on call. It had been Connor's turn the previous night, so he'd stayed at his own flat, which was closer to the garage.
"Sorry, what?" Matt asked.
"I've got some flat viewings lined up," Seb repeated. "Do you want to come?"
"Why?"
Seb ruminated on the question and the shocked expression on Matt's face. "This was only meant to be a short-term solution. I can't sponge off you forever. I wouldn't be able to move into any of these until after Christmas, but they all look promising." As much as he loved sleeping in Matt's bed every night, he didn't want to outstay his welcome.
Matt shook his head. "I'm not kicking you out, Seb."
Seb smiled. "I know. But I don't want to keep treading on your toes. I'm sure you want your space back."
"I don't," Matt said. "I don't want you to go at all."
Warmth blossomed in Seb's chest. His smile grew wider.
"I like having you here," Matt continued. "I like having you in my bed every night and waking up with you there every morning."
"I like being here," Seb said. "But let's face it, if I'd had somewhere else to go, we wouldn't be talking about moving in together just yet, would we?"
"No…" Matt pursed his lips. "But you are here, so why change things if they're working?"
"What if—" Seb faltered, almost making himself shut the hell up. "What if we don't work out?" It was a possibility they had to face. They were in the honeymoon period right now, but they wouldn't be forever. "It would be really weird if I'm still crashing here." He sighed. "I don't want to end up with nowhere to go again."
"That won't happen."
"You can't guarantee we're going to work out. No one can. None of us have a crystal ball." He hated sounding negative, but Craig's actions had been a slap in the face with the reality stick. It wasn't pessimism that fuelled his words, but realism.
"No," Matt agreed. "But I can guarantee that I wouldn't kick you out onto the street."
That was good to know, but things would end up being awkward if they were living together but weren't together anymore. It had only been five weeks since those two drunken kisses had changed everything between them. All the initial awkwardness had faded, especially now Connor was a more active participant sexually, but they still had a long way to go. There were a lot of hurdles they still had to jump, including the topic they'd mostly avoided: sex. As much as he loved what they did together, he missed having sex. He hated that it might throw a roadblock into the path of their relationship.
"Stay," Matt said softly.
Despite all Seb's reservations, Matt's tender request had his heart begging him to agree. "Are you asking me to move in officially?"
Matt hesitated for a moment, his lips twitching slightly as he contemplated his response. "I think I am."
Seb glanced around the tiny kitchen space. "Do you think it's big enough for the two of us?"
Although it had two bedrooms, Matt's flat was significantly smaller than the one Seb had shared with Craig.
"It's been working so far."
"Only because a lot of my stuff is in boxes at Connor's place."
To be fair, he wouldn't need all of it. The kitchen stuff was mostly redundant. But he had lots of books, law journals, and textbooks as well as a healthy supply of fiction. He had no clue where any of those would go. There was no room in the lounge for a bookcase, and the room he was technically sleeping in barely had room to breathe around the single bed, wardrobe, and chest of drawers that were in there.
"Share my room," Matt said. "We'll get rid of the bedroom furniture in yours and turn it into a study. Get some bookcases, a desk for you to work at…" He trailed off and looked at Seb expectantly.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" If they did split up, he'd need a room of his own to sleep in again.
Matt reached across the table to grasp Seb's hand. "Not really, no. I only know what I feel now. I can't imagine my world without you, Seb. We've been friends our whole lives. We've faced everything together, and I truly believe we can get through anything to make this relationship between the three of us work. I know I love you both, but I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you both, too." He smiled. "Maybe further down the line, the three of us can find a bigger place."
"I'd like that," Seb whispered, not daring to speak any louder as it would draw attention to the wobble in his voice.
Matt's words had knocked the breath out of his lungs. His senses homed in on the warmth of Matt's hand clutching his and the deep tenor of his voice.
"So?" Matt asked. "Do you want to make this official?"
Seb chewed the inside of his cheek, not quite ready to commit. "What about Connor?" He didn't want their lover to feel left out.
Matt inhaled deeply before replying. "Honestly, I think right now Con needs a space of his own to retreat to. I'd love him to sleep over every single night. To come straight here after work instead of heading home for a shower and to get changed. I'd give over as many drawers as he needs so he could do that, but sometimes I think he needs to be on his own."
Seb nodded thoughtfully.
"It's nothing against us," Matt said. "It's just the way he is. I think the more comfortable he gets with the notion of the three of us, the less he'll feel the need to do that. And when he's ready, we can suggest finding a bigger place."
Seb turned his hand over so he could thread his fingers through Matt's. He adored the thickness of Matt's fingers. There was one place in particular he really wanted those fingers to explore.
"If the three of us moved in, we'd probably need to let people know we're together."
Matt pursed his lips. "Do we? I'm not suggesting we hide it from anyone, but do we need to broadcast it? Whenever I've started a new relationship before, I haven't shouted it from the rooftops or worn a flashing neon badge."
Seb laughed. "No, but I bet at least some of your girlfriends changed their Facebook status to 'in a relationship'."
"Yeah, probably. Hey, I can do that right now if you like. Although I'm pretty sure Facebook doesn't give you the option to choose that you're in a relationship with more than one person. I could be wrong though." His eyes danced with amusement. "Maybe I could change it every day? That would confuse the fuck out of people until they figured it out."
"You're ready to tell people?" Seb asked, not sure how much of what Matt had said was spoken in jest.
"I'm not sure," Matt admitted. "This is big for me."
Seb nodded. "I know."
"Just telling people that I'm in a relationship with a guy after only ever dating women is going to invite a barrage of questions and maybe a ton of gossip. Telling people I'm in a relationship with two guys is going to set my office and my family on fire."
Seb couldn't argue against anything Matt had said. Their relationship was less than conventional, but it was right for them, and as far as he was concerned, that was all that mattered. But like Matt, he wasn't sure he wanted to face the questions, gossip, and potential hostility from others. Not yet, anyway, while it was all so new and fresh and tentative.
"We don't need to tell anyone yet," he assured Matt.
"I will tell people," Matt said. "When it feels right."
"I know." He squeezed Matt's hand. "It's not a big deal, honestly. I feel the same way. I want to keep the two of you all to myself for as long as possible. We don't need people interfering in our business."
Matt's smile was filled with relief.
"I'll move in properly," Seb said after a few moments of silence had passed.
Matt's eyebrows shot up. "Really?"
"Yes." Seb laughed. "Let's do this.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Matt
With Connor's help, they spent most of Sunday sorting out the spare r
oom. A couple of posts on Freecycle got rid of the existing furniture in record time without them having to move or transport it themselves. Once the room was clear and cleaned, they headed to IKEA to buy new furniture. It was all flatpack, so they spent the latter half of the afternoon putting it together. After a run to the local recycling centre to get rid of all the packaging, Connor took Seb over to his place to collect the boxes that were stored there. By late evening, the room looked like a lived-in study, and they had a stack of collapsed cardboard boxes that needed carrying down to the shared recycling bins.
Matt cooked, putting into practice the skills Connor had been teaching him. They ate and talked, laughing their way through the meal like they had done a thousand times or more since they'd all met. Afterwards, they crashed on the sofa, arranged like a line of dominoes that had toppled over onto one another. Seb lounged against Matt's chest, whilst Connor's head rested on the crook of his arm over Seb's lap. They binge-watched a few episodes of a new sci-fi show on Netflix.
Not that Matt really paid all that much attention. Images flashed on the screen, and he stared at them, but the words and events didn't sink in. His thoughts were elsewhere, as though he'd only just realised the magnitude of asking Seb to move in with him for good. He didn't regret it, but he did wonder what it meant for their relationship. They'd shifted into yet another gear by committing to each other more completely. Did that mean they owed each other more, too? Would Seb expect sex from him, too?
Not that he'd tell either of the other two, but he'd spent some time reading articles and forum posts on how to give a man a great blow job. Not that reading them had helped him feel more comfortable with the notion of giving one or given him the confidence to try. He wasn't sure what his reticence said about him. Did it mean he wasn't as comfortable with their relationship as he wanted to be?
The other thing he'd been looking up was anal sex. He'd never been interested in having anal sex with a woman, but at least there would have been no question as to who was on the receiving end.
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