Ryan and Malcolm are next to say goodbye.
Evan comes back out in time to say good night to them, Miguel, and Nathan, and finally Millie. Bailey is the last to leave, gathering her sangria jar and a decent amount of leftovers. She talks the whole time, complaints about Millie interspersed with, “I’m hurrying, I’m hurrying.”
I walk her downstairs to make sure she gets into her ride share, and she snuggles up for a one-armed hug from me. Herhands are full, so she can’t hug me back. “I think it can work,” she tells me.
“I hope so.”
“But…” And here, she pulls away to look up at me. “You might have a hard time convincing Evan it will.”
“Why do you say that?”
“I don’t know. He doesn’t strike me as someone who’s into polyamory.”
“Did he say something?”
“It wasn’t anything he said. You remember how I said it was obvious how much he liked you before?”
“Yeah.”
“It wasn’t as obvious tonight. More like Isaac’s got him wrapped around his finger.”
“You got all that from what? Body language?”
“Be honest with me. If you had to pick between the two of them right now, who would it be?”
“I can’t answer that.” I think of the blow job Evan gave me before anyone showed up. Itfeltobvious he liked me. But, to Bailey’s point, once Isaac got here, I might as well have disappeared.
“I bet he could answer.”
My stomach drops, leaving me feeling dizzy and sick. “You think he’d pick Isaac?”
She nods.
“I thought you said you like Isaac for me.”
“I just want to make sure if you’re gonna do this that everyone knows where everyone’s at. Like for it to work, youallhave to want it. You can’t be jealous. You can’t be competing. You have to be able to trust each other.”
That sounds impossible, and I am so fucking confused. This is what I get for trying to take advice from someone who’s had her fair share of sangria. Still, is she saying anything I haven’tthought about a hundred times tonight? Because Ihavebeen jealous. Evanhasexpressed mistrust. Isaac fuckingliedto him.
She opens her mouth to say more, but I hold up my hand. “Okay, good night, Bailey. That’s all I can handle.”
“I was only gonna say get back up there and make your intentions clear.”
“Yeah, all right.”
She nods and lets go of me to get into the car. I take a breath of cold, fresh air as they pull away from the curb. Make my intentions clear. I can do that. They better not be asleep when I get back up there.
The vibein my apartment is completely different than the sangria-fueled karaoke party of twenty minutes ago. When I come through the door, the dick thumping bass line of a dreamy trance song is playing through the speakers, and Evan is straddling Isaac’s lap on the couch. Isaac’s arms are inside the back of Evan’s sweater, and the two men are all over each other.
I watch silently for a minute as Evan rocks his hips back and forth on Isaac’s lap, totally unaware of me. Their tongues chase each other’s in plain sight. It’s possibly the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and everyone still has their clothes on. It’s the first time I’ve ever understood the phrase hot and heavy. I imagine the weight of Evan on Isaac’s lap, the heat between their mouths, the grips they have on each other.
My cock is straining against my pants, wanting in on all that heavy friction, and eager to remind them I’m here. But I can’t stop watching. “Fuck,” I say under my breath as I rub my palm down the bulge in my slacks. I thought Evan was sexy before, but seeing him like this—it’s reprogramming my brain again.
In Isaac’s strong grip, it’s all just fuck hot. I wouldn’t think the way two other people want each other would turn me on so much, but it does. Isaac’s desire is something I already have a strong affinity for, but seeing Evan’s from this vantage point puts all our interactions together this week in a new light. Was that the look on his face when he was making out with me? When I was inside him did he want it as much as he seems to want Isaac right now?
I can’t keep my eyes off him as he tips his head back, eyes closed, and Isaac sucks on the skin of his throat.
Isaac’s eyes open, and they slide to me where I’m standing by the door. He arches a brow. An invitation, maybe. Lifting his mouth from Evan’s neck causes Evan to open his eyes and spot me, too.
