“Do you want to get out of here?” I repeat, mostly because I’m aching to be of assistance to Emory.
He tugs his shirt collar up around his face and nods. We leave. Casey walks in front of Emory, and I walk behind him. Taxis are waiting outside, and there’s no queue at the rank, so we get one straight away. I take shotgun while Emory and Casey sit in the back. I watch them through the rear-view mirror. Emory still looks mortified, but Casey is doing a good job of calming him down by cuddling him and whispering to him. I’d love to know what Casey is saying.
By the time we get back to their flat, Emory seems a lot calmer, although the bulge of his cock in his jeans hasn’t gone down. Not that I mind one bit.
“Tonight was fun, thanks,” I say to them once we’re inside.
“Your night isn’t over yet. Have fun,” Casey says.
I catch hold of his hand as he tries to go towards his bedroom. “You’re amazing, do you know that?”
He wrinkles his nose. “So you keep telling me.” He kisses me and then turns to kiss Emory. “Enjoy each other.”
I let him go, and he slips into his room.
Emory sighs and presses against me. “Is he okay with this?”
“Yes,” I say, staring at Casey’s half-open door. “And I’m not just saying that because I want to get my mouth on your cock.”
“You—?” Emory trembles against me.
I thread my fingers through his and lead him to his bedroom. “I’m going to strip for you, and then I’ll make you come so hard you see stars.”
“Oh, fuck.” He whimpers. “Yes, please.”
* * *
Afterwards, once Emory is capable of moving again, we clean up, put our underwear on, and go to Casey’s room. His door is still half-open. His lamp is on, and he’s lying in bed, arms tucked under his head, headphones on. His eyes are closed, but he’s not asleep.
“Knock, knock,” I say.
He cracks one eye open. “Hey. What time is it?”
“Bedtime,” Emory says.
“Can we join you?” I ask.
Casey takes his headphones off. “I’d love that.”
We get into his bed and lie on either side of him. I pull the quilt over us.
I squeeze his arm. “Hold on to me all night and make sure I don’t fall out.”
He grins and puts his arms around our shoulders, hugging us close. Emory and I rest our cheeks on Casey’s chest.
“You guys are the best,” Casey says.
I chuckle. “We are.” I twist and turn the bedside lamp off, plunging the room into total darkness.
25
AUGGIE
The last two weeks of term zip by quickly, although not as fast as the first week of the holiday. Thanks to Emory, I attended most of my lectures, labs, and tutorials in the run-up to the break, and the essay I handed in didn’t suck. I could have probably got a higher mark if I’d given a flying fuck about the subject matter, but Emory handheld me through the process of researching and planning it, so all that was left for me to do was prove I had a grasp of pharmacology, which I do now. Just.
While Casey swims, Emory and I spend our early evenings getting to know each other better sexually. Emory gets more practice giving blow jobs, and damn, it’s a sexy sight to see his mouth around my cock, his pretty blue eyes staring up at me from behind his glasses.
After swimming or on Casey’s evenings off, we spend time together. As fun as it is to get sexy with Emory, I miss Casey when he’s not with us. When we’re all together, everything feels right in the world. I’m content to lounge on the sofa, cuddling and kissing my two beautiful men.
