“Would you stay inside me while we doze?”
“For a bit. After a while, the condom starts to chafe.”
“We could get tested?” I suggest. “It would make sense if we’re going to see more of each other.”
“Which we are.”
Spence smiles and tips us onto the bed. Somehow he manages to keep his cock buried inside me. I can tell that his dick is soft now, but it doesn’t matter. It still feels amazing. We lie face to face, my legs hugging his waist. For a while, we both stay awake, stroking each other’s faces, occasionally kissing lazily. But eventually, my eyes become too heavy to keep open. The only thing stopping me from feeling truly happy, safe, and content is the knowledge that in a few hours Spence will have to go to work, and I’ll have to return home. I tighten my grip on him. At least we have right now, and I intend to savour every second I get to spend in his arms.
15
Spencer
I’m meeting Hamish, Gabe, and Cal at the pub, and I’m the last to arrive. Even though we’ve been friends for a few years, the only thing we have in common is that we’re all Doms. Hamish is an author, Gabe a welder and shibari artist, Cal a photographer. Maybe it’s our differences that make our friendship work.
Hamish wants us to meet his partner and sub, Archie. Yes, one of my best friends is dating the brother of the man I’m screwing. Or maybe we’re dating now. Not that we’ve been on our first date yet, although I’m very much looking forward to it.
I order a beer at the bar before joining my friends. It’s impossible not to stare at Archie. It’s like looking at a carbon copy of Corey. They even both wear their hair gelled back in the same style. There’s only one obvious difference between them: Archie is wearing glasses.
“Wow,” I say. “You and Corey are identical.”
Identical triplets are rare. Not that Corey and Archie being identical means that all three of them are. For all I know, they are identical, and Blake isn’t. Still rare, but less so.
“Except the glasses,” Archie says. “You’re Corey’s doctor?”
“Hold on,” Hamish says, staring at us all. “We’reallseeing a triplet each?”
Hamish is Scottish. He’s lived in London for a few years, but his accent is still thick. He’s pretty good at toning down the Scottish slang, but sometimes I wish I had a translation guide. He’s a huge, intimidating man—tall, broad, and wide, with a shaved head and a thick beard. He’s the oldest of our friendship group, nearing fifty, while the rest of us are in our mid-thirties.
“We’re sharing,” Cal says, smiling at Gabe with a level of affection I’ve never seen pass between them before.
They must be seeing Blake. I can’t decide what’s more unexpected: that all my friends are seeing one of Corey’s brothers or that Gabe and Cal have hooked up in the process. It’s a lot to take in. I must admit it was the last thing I expected, but seeing the small glances they’re trading and the way their shoulders are brushing, I can well believe that they’ve stepped out of the friend zone.
Cal is a big man, but in a very different way to Hamish. He’s the only one of us who goes to the gym several times a week, and it shows in his bulging muscles that he’s not afraid to show off by wearing skin-tight T-shirts. He’s as tall as Hamish and also shaves his scalp. He’s Black, his African heritage clear in his broad nose and plush lips.
On the other hand, Gabe is shorter, like me, but at least two or three stones heavier. We’ve been mistaken for brothers before. Not that I see it myself. His hair is darker than mine, his white skin a few shades paler. I’ll admit our eyes are a very similar shade of brown, and we both have similar slicked-back hairstyles—although mine is shorter on the back and sides—and neat beards and moustaches.
“Apparently so,” I say as I sit beside Hamish. “It’s a funny old world, isn’t it?”
Obviously, I need to do better at keeping tabs on my friends. We tend to only meet up once or twice a month to do a big catch-up. I missed the last one because I was working. It was a few weeks ago, before Hamish’s party.
“I’d say we all have excellent taste,” Cal says, winking at Archie.
Archie blushes and drops his chin.
“If I’d known, I’d have invited your brothers,” Hamish says.
“I don’t think it would have mattered,” Archie replies. “As I said, Blake’s working, and Corey has Lexi to think about.”
ShouldIhave invited Corey? I didn’t even think about it. This thing between us is so new. It was only yesterday that I asked him to go on a date with me. Until then, we’d been nothing more than fuckbuddies.
I lean around Hamish so I can shake Archie’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Archie. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“You have?” Archie raises his eyebrows. “If any of its bad, Corey is lying.”
I chuckle along with everyone else. “All good,” I assure him. “You’re close?” I know the answer to that, but I’d still like to hear Archie’s take on his relationship with his brothers.
“We are.” Archie sits more upright. “We’vealwaysgot each other’s backs.” He glares at me, Gabe, and Cal in turn.
