It was last night that had done me in. They’d both finished exams the day before me and had gone out to party.
The door crashed open, and I sucked in a breath as I opened my eyes. Jacques and Travis fell through the door. It was as if they’d been leaning against it before Jacques opened it. I watched as they stumbled, catching themselves before they hit the ground. The door bounced off the wall, stopping only when it slammed shut.
“Shh,” Travis whisper-shouted, laughing at the same time.
I shook my head and smirked. They would realize I was awake in a minute, but I kind of didn’t want them to. They didn’t get many chances to hook up, and Jacques was going home to visit the ’rents for a few days during the break, so their time was going to be in even shorter supply.
Jacques slid his hands up Travis’s chest and stripped him out of his jacket, then his sweater and T-shirt in one move. Travis went straight to his knees and undid Jacques’s boots before going for his jeans. Jacques’s ass hung out from beneath the bottom edge of his coat, and Travis ran his hands up the back of Jacques’s thick thighs to grab his cheeks. He kneaded them, and a moment later, Jacques rasped, “Yeah, fuck, deep like that.”
Far too soon, Jacques tugged Travis to his feet. They kissed, slow and sensual, teasing each other like they had all the time in the world. Soon Jacques’s clothes were on the floor, and Travis had his jeans undone, his underwear tucked under his sac. Watching them reveal each piece of pale skin was enthralling. They were wrapped in each other within their own little bubble where nothing but the two of them existed.
I knew I was betraying their trust, watching something I shouldn’t have been, but I couldn’t tear my gaze away. My dick was like an iron spike in my flannel sleep pants, and it took every ounce of control in me not to reach down and jack myself off to them.
Travis spun Jacques around, and I got a full-frontal view of Jacques in all his glory. His cock was beautiful—long and thick and cut too. My mouth watered at the sight. I wanted that monster in my mouth.
Then Travis pushed him face first onto his bed. He crawled between his spread legs, dropping kisses as he went. Jacques spread his cheeks, tilting his hips up in a blatant invitation, and Travis didn’t hesitate. He feasted on Jacques, licking, biting, and sucking until Jacques was fucking the sheets and whimpering.
“Please,” Jacques begged. “Fuck me.”
“Condom,” Travis grunted and reached for his wallet in his jeans. He kicked off his boots, and they thudded to the floor. Travis shimmied out of his clothes, his movements short and sharp as if he couldn’t get them off fast enough. His chest heaved and his hands shook as he rolled the condom on and squeezed lube down Jacques’s crack.
“Want to feel all of you tonight,” he murmured, trailing his lips up Jacques’s back, while he rubbed his cock along the path of the lube. Jacques stretched his arms forward, his back bowed and every muscle rigid. The picture they made was gorgeous. Travis hovered just above Jacques, his cock pointed down toward his ass. Jacques quivered in anticipation, and Travis chuckled.
“Travis. Fuck,” he groaned.
Travis eased into him, his hips moving slowly until he bottomed out. Jacques bit down on his pillow, his shout muffled. Travis pressed every inch of their bodies together, and he worked Jacques over, slow and deep. Their kisses were messy, more tongue than lips, but the way they moved together was beautiful. Perfection. Jacques met every thrust with a tilt of his hips, and Travis didn’t stop touching him.
“Oh fuck, like that,” Jacques ordered breathily.
Travis slid his free hand down and wrapped it around Jacques’s cock.
“You want me to wake up Rusty? Get him to dick you down, too, gorgeous? Or do you want to fuck him?”
I sucked in a harsh breath and took in a lungful of sex. Happiness surged through me, and my heart fluttered in my chest. The knowledge that what I felt was reciprocated, at least in some small way, was incredible.
My body bowed and my balls drew up tight. Then, completely untouched, I unleashed. Ropes of my cum painted the inside of my pajama pants, my cock throbbing in time with Jacques’s cries and Travis’s jerky thrusts. Their breathing was harsh, so they didn’t notice mine was the same. I waited until Travis dropped the used condom in the wastepaper basket at the head of Jacques’s bed, pulled the covers over them, and their breathing evened out before I kicked out of my wet pants, using the dry bits to clean myself up
Tonight. I was telling them tonight. They’d fantasized about me exactly like I’d done with them. The knowledge emboldened me but also made me feel safe too. I knew they wouldn’t abuse my feelings. It was the push I needed to admit to them what I’d been dreaming about.
I looked around and smiled again at the falling snow. It really was perfect. Hopefully tonight ended up being half as incredible.
Two familiar forms walked toward me, and I stopped in my tracks for the second time in as many minutes. What were they doing here?
“Freedom feels good, doesn’t it?” Travis asked me, breaking the silence as he threw his arm around my shoulders. There were too many layers of clothes between us to feel his warmth, but his strength wasn’t so easily hidden. He was tall and broad-shouldered, his arms the size of my thighs and his legs like tree trunks. He was thick in all the right places, and Jacques wasn’t much smaller. It was a good thing my coat was covering the evidence of just how gorgeous I found them both.
“It really does,” I murmured, my voice breathy. “What are you guys doing here?”
“It’s Wednesday. I don’t play until Friday, and you have no more studying to do. We’re celebrating,” Jacques answered with a grin that stole my breath.
Travis tried to tug me along, but my feet were planted in the ground. It was now or never. I needed to get it out, to tell them. I opened my mouth, but no words followed.
Travis interrupted me before I could say anything. “We can have a few drinks at a bar, dance, and maybe find you a girl to make out with.”
“What about the two of you?” I asked. I wanted to slap myself upside the head as soon as the words were out of my mouth.
“I might hook up, I might not.” He shrugged, and I watched as his gaze met Jacques’s and something passed between them.
I sucked in a breath and said in a rush so fast that my words melded into one, “What-if-I-want-to-make-out-with-both-of-you?”
