His torso rises as he inhales deeply, then deflates as he lets the breath out. “I understand what you’re saying about not wanting to choose between two equally incredible people. I can get on board with that to a degree. What I don’t get is how to make sure one of the three doesn’t feel left out. I mean, what if something happens between Kane and I while you’re traveling or something? You wouldn’t be upset about that?”
“Honestly, theideaof you two together is a huge turn on for me. I’d enjoy any combination between the three of us, including one-on-one time I may or may not be part of.” I feel some of the stiffness leave his body as I continue working his muscles.
“What if two of the three are in an argument? How does that work?” He glances back to meet my gaze, brow furrowed as he waits for my answer.
“I think that’s something we’d all have to decide together. Maybe the third acts as an intermediary. Maybe the third leaves the other two to work things out on their own. We’d all have to talk about what we think makes the most sense.”
“What if the town doesn’t accept us? Or my parents?” His question is barely more than a whisper.
I press my lips to his, holding the kiss long enough to feel him sigh, then pull him with me as I lean back into the couch. “Let’s start with the town. They accept the other queer couples, right?” I brush my fingers over his arm as he sinks against me, his back to my chest.
“You know they do. But those are couples, not…more.”
“Still, the fact they accept queer relationships is a good start. It means they’re open to the idea of more than just male/female relationships, don’t you think?”
“I guess, yes.”
“And some of your friends aren’t strictly gay, right? Some are bi, and didn’t you tell me you thought Lennon was ACE at first?”
“Yeahhh.” Blake draws that out like he’s not sure where I’m going with it.
“So, there’s several people in town who maybe don’t fit into the gay or straight box. They’re shades of gray.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying chances are since several of your friends fall into multiple facets of the queer community, they’re probably not going to reject you for doing the same.”
“Maybe not.”
“And as for your parents, didn’t we talk about how they’d probably want you to be happy instead of living a lie?” Blake shivers as my fingers ghost over the crook of his elbow.
“We did, and while I think they might initially be hurt I haven’t said anything before now, they’d probably accept that I like men. Oraman. Two is…” He sits up, glancing at me over his shoulder. “I’m not sure how well they’d accept the idea of two.”
“Look.” I clasp his chin in my fingers and nudge it so he’s forced to hold my gaze. “I know you never envisioned being with two people at the same time, and I’m not gonna lie to you and tell you a polyrelationship won’t invite curiosity at best and criticism at worst. What you have to decide is how much influence you want other people to have over your choices. There’s no wrong answer by the way. You have to do what feels right to you.”
Blake shoots me a tentative smile. “Okay,” he whispers. “But, can we still do the secret thing, at least until we know for sure it’s what we all want?”
“Of course.” I bring my mouth to his, savoring the feel of his plush lips against mine.
“So…three. At a time. How does that work exactly?”
My tongue darts out to swipe over my lower lip. “Close your eyes.” Blake exhales deeply as his eyelids drift shut. “Lean back.” My hand falls to his chest, pulling his back against my front as I recline into the couch.
His weight settles against me like a thick blanket, familiar and comforting. How that’s possible in such a short span of time, I can’t say. I just know that it feels right to have him pressed against me, with our breaths in sync.
My fingers dip beneath his shirt to wander over his pecs, and I give his nipple a little tug before letting my hand drift lower, following along the slim lines of his stomach. Where I’m sinewy, Blake is trim without being cut, and my hands glide effortlessly over his smooth skin, mapping the dips and planes of his body as he relaxes into my touch.
Blake’s head rests against my shoulder, giving me a clear view down his body, and the bulge of the fabric between his legs. I drag my fingers over his warm skin to the waistband of his shorts. With a quick flick, I have them undone and Blake lifts his hips cooperatively so I can pull them down and free his dick. It springs up, already stiff enough to stand at attention, and mine starts to harden in response.
Fishing my wallet from my pocket, I grab the packet of lube I keep stashed there and squeeze a few drops onto my palm. Then I wrap my right hand around the base of his cock and drag my fist up his length, repeating the motion with my left.
A contented sigh passes through his lips as I stroke him from root to tip, giving the head a firm squeeze with each pass. “Picture two hands running up your length. One big and warm, one smaller and cooler. Both of them tugging and pulling, teasing your slit.” I swipe my thumb over the sensitive skin at the tip, smiling to myself when I hear the sharp intake of breath.
“Or one set working your dick while the other plays with your balls.” I pull his shaft up with my right hand so I can snake my left down to his balls. Sandwiched between my thighs, there’s very little room for me to work with, so Blake lifts his legs over mine, opening himself up to me.
My left hand kneads his sac, rolling his nuts around in my palm as my right hand glides up and down his length. Though my grip is loose, designed to tease as much as arouse, Blake’s cock is rigid, his balls round and full.
“You’re covering all the bases now with only two hands,” he says through gritted teeth.
