by Tara Lain
“I’ve got ginger ale.”
“Hey, that’d be great.”
He and Gareth stared fixedly at the TV while David clattered dishes in the kitchen. He returned with a tray carrying a ginger ale with ice and lots of bubbles, two beers, and some dip with chips. Edge hadn’t eaten much of his dinner, so he started to reach and then pulled back.
David waved a graceful hand. “Dig in.”
The dip was some mix of green stuff and cheese and tasted great. He shoved a couple of laden chips into his mouth and followed with a swig of soda. The ginger soothed his stomach straight away.
David looked really relaxed, but Gareth kept fidgeting on the couch. Suddenly Gareth leaned forward and waved his hands. “So what are you doing here? You left before acting like we’d never see you again. What the hell’s up?”
David smiled. “You’ve been thinking, right?”
“Yeh.”
“Anything you’d like to share?”
He watched the bubbles in his glass. Too many to count. Bursting on the surface and gone like so many moments wasted. “I never thanked you for that ace blowjob, mate.”
David sucked in a little breath. His pretty lips parted; then he collapsed forward laughing. “Oh my God. You’re amazing.”
“I am? Amazing good or amazing bad?”
David kept chuckling. “Amazing unique, and I think that’s good.”
Gareth wasn’t laughing. “So what do you want, Edge?”
The words fell out. “I don’t want to lose you.” Wow, he knew truth when he heard it.
“Okay, but what does that look like? I’ll be a gay man living in the United States, I hope somewhere near David.” He glanced at David with naked affection. “You and I can still be friends, provided you never say another nasty homophobic thing to David or anyone else in my hearing, but we’ll be thousands of miles apart. We can text, direct message, Facebook. But it’s not like hanging out.”
The heaviness of that fact weighed him down, and he wiped a hand over his face. “Yeh. I know.”
“Shit, man.” Gareth got up and went over to sit on the arm of the chair next to Edge. He wrapped his arms around him and squeezed. “I’ll miss you.”
Never in the last eighteen or so years had Edge ever cried—or at least not since his father had swiped him upside the head for tearing up over Bambi, and once outside the window listening to Gareth and David fuck. But he couldn’t stop. Tears dripped down his cheeks. “Never really had another friend.” He heard a sniffle and looked up. David sat with his knees pulled to his chest and water running down his face. “You okay, Davy?” He raised his eyes to Gareth. “Look after your man, there, mate.”
David cried harder. Gareth looked torn and finally grabbed Edge’s arm and pulled him to the couch, where he wrapped his other arm around David. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
David swiped at his red nose. “You guys are breaking my heart. I can’t come between you.”
Gareth gave him a little shake. “You’re not coming between anyone. I care about you.” He sucked in his breath. “Hell, man, I love you. Edge and I have a different thing. I love him too, but it’s like—you know, kind of different.”
Well shit, that made him want to cry harder. He snuffed.
Gareth looked at him. “Jesus, I love you both, okay?”
Chapter Thirteen
IS IT okay? David stared at the two men, both so beautiful—and so confused. If he opened his mouth, would he wreck his own future? Gareth just said he loved David. Yeah, I’m pretty damned sure I love him back. I can show Edge to the door and take Gareth to bed. But then he’d always wonder if Gareth really loved him more than Edge. And Edge? He’d almost certainly revert. Hell, it was so much easier to just go along with what society wanted. Okay, bucko, what do you really want? Why does the idea of all those arms to hold me send my cock into orbit? He sighed. “Edge, do you love Gareth?”
“Sure. He’s my mate.”
“Bullshit. If he was just your mate, you’d be on a plane to Sydney right now.”
“What do you want me to say?”
“The truth.”
Edge stared up at Gareth.
David’s heart lurched but he nodded. “Go on, do it. Don’t wait another lifetime.”
Gareth looked down at him. “You sure, love?”
Was he? “It’s a way to know. Hell, I sucked his cock, but who doesn’t like a blowjob? Kissing is another matter. More intimate. More gay.”
Edge’s eyes widened. “Kissing?”
David shrugged. Way more casual than he felt. “You and I did it, but it was in the heat of the moment. This is different. It’s Gareth. If you hate it, we never talk about it again, okay?” He grinned and sang, “I kissed a boy and I liked it.” He pushed Gareth’s head closer to Edge. The question is, will I like it?
Edge looked terrified but interested.
Gareth reached out a hand and gently persuaded Edge closer to his waiting mouth. Edge’s hands clenched into fists, but he didn’t resist.
David’s eyes glued to the spot in the universe where their lips were—about—to—meet—Close. Closer. Touch. Sprong! His cock practically leaped from his jeans. He could feel the kiss on his lips.
Gareth pressed harder against Edge’s nearly closed mouth. His tongue moved back and forth against Edge’s lips, stroking like a kitty cat. David touched his own mouth as shivers ran down his spine to his balls. He might be gay, but he’d never been kinky. No whips, chains, or threesomes. Why had he never known the idea of watching two guys kiss could be so hot?
Edge made a noise. Like an mmfft. It turned to a moan. Beneath Gareth’s questing mouth, Edge’s lips parted. Holy crap. His arms wrapped around Gareth, and he pressed against him as if one kiss could make up for a life full of yearning.
Gareth pulled away but didn’t let go of Edge’s head. He leaned down toward David and smiled. Want in? his eyes said. Well, fuck yeah. David sat up and captured Gareth’s mouth, getting a taste of Edge along with a feast of Gareth. Gareth’s lips were warm, soft, and sweet with kissing. When he lifted his head, he pushed Edge toward David, and the big guy seemed willing. Oh, right. They’d done this once before. David grinned. Okay. Wow.
He accepted Edge’s tentatively seeking, now-sanctioned tongue into his mouth. Jesus, the guy was seriously hot. Easy to see why Gareth dreamed about him all those years.
He kissed more deeply and Edge, bless his little homophobic heart, kissed back. Gareth grabbed David’s hair and pulled him back. “Shit, you two are driving me over the edge. Pun intended.” He kissed Edge wildly, then David, sharing heat and saliva. David’s cock throbbed as his mouth ate from Gareth’s lips and then Edge’s until he couldn’t tell one from the other. Same heat, same taste.
Too good. Needed to be better. David crawled over Gareth’s lap until he sat on Edge’s. He scooted forward until their bulges pressed together. Before Edge could make a sound, David crushed his mouth down in a hot kiss, while he waved a hand toward Gareth. Gareth got the message, and David felt Gareth’s big cock jam against his butt, but oh my, that dick did not feel covered. Gareth’s weight pushed David even farther forward, and he rutted his hips against Edge’s. The big hot rod trying to squeeze between his asscheeks spurred him on.
Edge ripped his mouth from David’s. “Holy shit. Yes!” He wrapped his hands around David’s hips, must have found Gareth’s, and seemed to be trying to wrap around both of them, while his hips managed to thrust up against David despite the weight of a water buffalo on his lap. Well, maybe a baby buffalo.
David laughed. “You like this?”
Edge didn’t reply. Just kept humping.
“Say yes and you might get more.”
“Oh crap.”
Gareth leaned his chin on David’s shoulder. “Want to poke your cock in an ass, Edge?”
Edge froze. David just kept riding him because the heat coming off that bulge could have incinerated Pompeii.
“You’ll love it. Hot, tight. The b
est you’ve ever had.”
“Oh shit.”
“Yeh. You want it. Anybody’d be crazy not to.” Gareth disappeared behind David. David felt hands pulling him off Edge’s lap. Before he could breathe, Gareth had his jeans to his ankles. “Step out, baby.” He stepped. “Where are condoms?”
David pointed to the side table. His breath came faster than his brain could work. Should I—? Will he—?
Gareth was a man possessed. He grabbed the condoms and lube and started pulling the jeans off Edge. Edge leaned his head back on the couch with an arm over his eyes, but he didn’t try to stop Gareth. Hell no. If he regretted later, he’d be able to say it was all Gareth and David’s fault. Shit, that was okay.
The jeans dropped to the floor, revealing boxer briefs that had to be about to rip from the size of that swollen cock. Man, no way Gareth could take that in his ass. Sigh. Has to be me. His butthole clenched. Yeah, big sacrifice.
Gareth slipped a condom on Edge and started lubing it, while David shoved more lube in his ass. Better make that the whole bottle.
This was so happening. Saliva literally flowed in his mouth, his balls tingled and butt throbbed.
Gareth caught David’s eyes. His pupils were dilated and his breath, together with Edge’s and David’s, sounded like the 1812 Overture. He kind of cocked his head. David nodded back—and climbed onto Edge’s lap backward, his butt waggling in front of Edge’s wide eyes. “Edge. Watch.”
Edge lifted his arm and then his head. He looked wary but so turned on he could have been on drugs.
Gareth pointed toward where David’s butthole now approached Edge’s big cock. “You need to see this.”
David turned his head and stared in Edge’s deep blue eyes. “I want you to know exactly what’s happening. Got it? Watch!”
Edge’s eyes snapped down. David rose on his haunches and positioned the huge head at his pucker. Oooh, feels good already. Slowly, he lowered. Edge’s cock pushed. Pressure. More. More. Pop. In it went, and David gasped.
Gareth grabbed his arm. “Are you okay, love?”
“Shit yes.”
Edge stared wildly. His mouth opened.
David grinned. “Watch it go in.” He lowered his body, the stretch and burn so painful it seared into pleasure. “Oh man, he’s so big.”
Gareth breathed in his ear. “Too much?”
“Just right.”
Edge wailed, “Holy crap, I’ll say. Jesus H!”
David rammed his butt down harder and squealed like a little girl as every nerve in his prostate lit up like the return of July Fourth and New Year’s.
“Oh my God, more. Please.”
David established a rhythm and began to post.
Gareth kissed his neck and shoulders. “Oh man. Oh God.”
David kissed his lips. “Get that cock up here.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Cock in my mouth.”
“Oh baby.”
Thumping ensued as David rode Edge and the man went from moaning to shrieking. “Oh crap. Love this. Love it. Want to fuck you forever.”
David didn’t know what to say, but since Gareth’s cock was shoved between his lips, it didn’t matter. Holy shit, how could he love this so much? He sucked and fucked like a machine, totally controlling the pleasure of both men. Power filled his gut—and love exploded in his heart. Love. Amazing.
Edge had tears on his cheeks. “Oh David, gonna come. Don’t want to, but oh God.”
David released Gareth’s cock and looked over his shoulder at Edge. “Come, baby. We can do this all night. But look at me. You’re fucking a man and loving it. That doesn’t make you gay, but it sure as hell makes you bisexual. So get it, embrace it, and love it.”
Edge stared deep into David’s eyes. “I got it, mate. And fuck, I love it. Give me a chance and I’ll prove it.”
“You’re on.” David grinned.
Edge looked to David’s left at Gareth. “Give me your cock, mate. It’ll distract me. Keep me from coming for a bit.”
Gareth was gasping. “You sure?”
“Fuck yeah. I dreamed about it.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeh. Since I was little.”
Gareth made a gargling sound and jumped on the couch beside Edge. It took some maneuvering, but they got Gareth’s dick aligned with Edge’s lips. Craning his neck to watch practically made David forget to fuck. What an eye feast. Gareth was almost as big as Edge in the penis department, and seeing that thing push between Edge’s carved lips almost made David come—but only almost. Edge licked tentatively, then sucked it in, the look on his face somewhere between horror and wonder. He opened wider. David could feel Gareth trying to control himself and not shove to the center of the earth.
Get back to fucking. He closed his eyes and rose and fell, the girth of Edge’s rod filling him more than he’d ever been filled. Sweet Jesus, this just fit him. If he’d ever thought about it, he’d have assumed he’d be jealous or icked out. Instead, every fiber in him felt—satisfied and safe. Oh shit, and on fire. Waves of heat washed into his balls and the things started contracting into raisins. “Hurry. Not long for me.”
Gareth ripped his cock from Edge’s lips. “Concentrate.” He shoved it back into David’s mouth and, happy as a born ménage lover, David danced on Edge’s cock while he sucked Gareth’s juice and exploded in screaming jets of cum all over Gareth’s shirt. “Ummmmmpf!” Blast one almost blacked him out. Then hot spunk hit the back of his throat, and he exploded in joy as he swallowed and swallowed through two more waves of orgasm. Somewhere far off, he heard Edge screaming.
David collapsed onto Edge, and Gareth fell onto the couch beside them. Whoa. Amazing. He listened to his breathing slow and felt Edge’s heart hammering against his back. Okay, what now? Giant Goliath homophobe just fucked a man.
He felt shaking and scooted back until he could turn sideways across Edge’s lap. Edge had his hand over his face.
“Edge?”
Edge raised his hand and laughter poured out of him. Hmmm. That could be a good thing. His laughing slowed and turned into a grin, giant dimples flashing. “Crikey, that was bloody great.”
David laughed. This was the giant that had frightened him so? No, this was the giant that had saved him. It was like fears dissolved in that laughter. The fear of caring again. The fear of loving again. The fear of letting life take him where it wanted to go.
Poof.
Yeah, that was him. Pouf.
David stood and held out his hands to them. “Why don’t we go see if my bed can handle three men, two of whom are demonstrations that they grow them big down under?”
Gareth rose slowly, moaning. “Could just sleep right there.”
“You’d be sorry tomorrow.”
Gareth halfway tucked his cock into loose jeans and shuffled barefooted toward the bedroom. Edge stood, looking shell-shocked but not unhappy. His very relaxed cock stuck out under the hem of his stained jersey.
David pointed. “See what I mean? Big down under.”
Edge snorted and let David lead him to the bedroom. After some quiet ablutions, where David tried to find two unused toothbrushes, they all ended up sitting against the headboard with, strangely enough, David in the middle. If someone took their picture, it could be a movie poster for awkwardness.
David leaped up onto his knees and turned to face them. “Okay, here’s the thing. Edge, you don’t have to feel weird about having gay sex, because man, what we just did is a whole lot kinkier. I mean, how many people do you know who have really had a three-way? Seriously.” He laughed. “And personally, I loved it. I actually loved it. I’m up for more if you are.”
Gareth looked at Edge. Edge looked at Gareth.
David snorted. “Jesus, you two, you’ve been dreaming about fucking each other most of your lives, right? Gareth, how old were you the first time you jacked off thinking of Edge?”
He grinned. “Twelve.”
“Edge, what about you?”
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“Older. I was fifteen the first time I came in the shower staring at Gareth’s naked ass. I had to turn against the wall and pretend to be having a coughing fit to keep my mates from seeing. Jesus, they thought I had whooping cough.”
“Okay. Now fucking each other is going to be tough, because you’re both huge and unprepped.”
Gareth shook his head. “Nah. I can take it.”
David raised an eyebrow. “You have no idea.”
“Oh come on, little man. You’re not so scrawny down under yourself.”
Edge cleared his throat. “Uh, you mean I should, uh, fuck Gareth’s ass?”
“That’s the discussion on the table.” David folded his arms. “What’s your thought?”
Edge shook his head.
Maybe the guy isn’t ready for this?
He looked up at Gareth. “If you make all my dreams come true, how can I leave?”
And maybe he is.
Gareth took hold of Edge’s forearms. “You’ll come back. We’ll have lots more time to fuck—and anything else you want to do.”
Edge gazed back and forth between Gareth and David. “Will it hurt you? Like David said, I’m big.”
Gareth flashed a cheeky grin. “Quit bragging. Yeah, David’s got my ass so loosened up, I think I’m ready.”
“So he fucks you?” He looked surprised.
“We fuck each other.”
“Could somebody fuck me?”
David raised a hand. “Whoa, boy. Let’s take on the Americans before you try the Brazilians.”
Edge cocked his head.
Gareth said, “He means you need to be stretched before it would feel good.”
“But if I fuck you, I don’t want to leave David out.”
Tears sprang to David’s eyes, and he blinked them back. Not the moment to be a sentimental ninny. “No worries, mate. I’ll have my dick so far down Gareth’s throat, I’ll tickle his tonsils. Then next time, I’ll fuck you.” Shit, when Edge got back to Australia, would there be a next time?
Gareth popped up onto his hands and knees. “Let’s do doggy so I can suck more easily.”
David smiled at Edge’s wide eyes. “That means you’ll really do the deed this time. You have to get it in there and ride him. Are you up for it?”
