“Yours.” I kneel so my face is level with Kane’s. “I want to come in your mouth, beautiful. Can I?” I stroke his cheek.
He nods, and I give him a tender kiss before he leans forward, lining his mouth up to my dick. I inch forward, trying not to move too fast despite the desperate need to pump my hips like an animal. When I hit the back of his throat, I lift my eyes to Blake’s. His tongue swipes across his bottom lip. Then we start to move.
Gentle at first, we take turns thrusting so that only one of us is inside Kane at a time, Blake teasing his cock while I play with his nipples. Wet heat surrounds me as he moans on my shaft, sending sparks of electricity from my balls to my toes. It feels incredible, the slide of his tongue over my skin, the pull of his lips as he sucks. But it’s Blake’s gaze that has me reeling.
The emotion in his eyes, desire, awe,love… It’s my undoing. Cupping Kane’s head in my hands, I caress his cheeks as I burst, and my cum shoots down his throat. Blake holds Kane to him, hips snapping forward. After just a few pumps Blake grunts through his release while a muffled shout vibrates around my cock, dragging out my own orgasm.
Dazed yet buzzing, I somehow register that I need to pull away so Kane can breathe. Breaking the connection leaves a physical ache in my chest even as the last jolts of aftershocks ripple through me, and it takes my remaining strength to flop down next to Blake on the bed instead of collapsing on top of them both.
Kane’s arms give out and he drops to the mattress, still impaled on Blake’s dick. Blake loosens his grip on Kane’s hips, trailing his hands over his ass as his chest rises and falls with ragged breaths.
Seconds stretch into minutes, the three of us too content—too spent—to move. Or speak.
It’s not awkward, but it’s not comfortable, either. We all know this moment is temporary—soon Kane will get up to leave regardless of the fact that I’m fairly sure none of us wants that—and when he does, I’ll have to face Blake.
As if he can hear my thoughts, Kane starts to shift, freeing Blake’s cock as he climbs off the bed and starts reaching for his clothes. Blake tugs the condom off and heads to the bathroom, so I reluctant no lyget up and grab our boxers off the floor, tossing his to him as he comes back in the room.
We pull them on as Kane finishes dressing, and the moment his clothes are back in place I pull him to me, wrapping my arms around him so his head is pressed into the crook of my neck. “I hate that you’re leaving.” I kiss the top of his shoulder.
The second I drop my arms Blake takes Kane into his. “I hate it, too.”
“You know why I am.” Kane takes Blake’s hand in his and gives it a subtle squeeze. “Besides, we’ve all got work tomorrow.”
“What if we didn’t?” I ask. “Would you stay?”
Kane worries his bottom lip with his teeth. “Maybe.”
“This weekend?” I raise my eyebrows.
“We’ll see.” He drops Blake’s hand with a coy smile and leaves the room, the two of us trailing behind him to the front door. Kane gives us each a sweet, lingering kiss, then makes his way outside.
As the door clicks shut, I lift my eyes to Blake’s, bracing for what I might find. I’m expecting frustration or regret since I didn’t stop things from getting physical when I probably should’ve avoided that until coming clean about my feelings. Instead, all I see is acceptance.
“You aren’t upset with me?” My voice is barely more than a whisper.
“How could I be upset with you for feeling what I do?”
“You…”
Blake grabs the back of my head and brings our lips together in a bruising kiss. “Of course, I do.” He rests his forehead against mine. “You know I always assumed findingthe onewould dictate what I say about my lifestyle—did you honestly think I’d be living with you if I didn’t know you’re it for me?”
“I mean… I hoped… Why didn’t you say anything?” Pulling back, I search his face for the clues I’m obviously missing as his hand drops to his side.
“I didn’t want to scare you.”
“Why would I be scared?”
“Because I fell for you the first night,” he says softly. “Seeing you again in Utah after I’d been thinking about you since the first time I saw you at Murphy’s… It felt sort of meant to be. And that’s not the sort of thing you admit right away. Then you showed up here and I knew.”
“Why not tell me sooner? I’m not mad,” I rush to clarify, “just confused.”
He puts his hand over my heart, rubbing gentle circles over my pec with his thumb. “I think I wanted to make sure you felt the same way first.”
“I do.” I clasp his hand in mine, holding it against my chest. “I think it was there all along and I was afraid to trust it since it happened so fast, but I’m not worried about that anymore. I love you.”
“And Kane? Do you love him too?”
“I’m pretty sure you know I do.”
