Tony dragged a hand down his face, groaning loudly before he looked at me. When he did, his eyes were bright, his pupils dilated. He didn't say anything, but his breathing grew ragged. "Enzo, you know I love you. You're more than just my brother, you're my best friend. If this is weird for you, we won't do it. I know it's bizarre, and it wasn't Max's place to say anything to you."
"Tony, I love you too, but right now, you're not making a lot of sense. Quit with the rambling and just tell me what you think he talked to me about," I insisted. As I waited for him to respond, I swallowed hard and held my breath.
"Okay, so first, I need to tell you this is my fault," he explained, wringing his hands then wiping them on his jeans. He was still tipsy, but the nap had definitely sobered him a bit. "I might've made a comment to Max earlier about how I thought you were attracted to him. And that it might be fun to have a threesome someday."
"Is that something you're interested in doing?" I asked, my heart racing impossibly fast. My fingers tingled, imagining what it'd be like to have the freedom to reach out and see if the thoughts I'd had over the years were skewed by our bond as brothers.
Having Max with us as a buffer seemed like a cop-out, but I couldn't see any other way I'd ever be able to explore my feelings. There had been other opportunities for us to fool around together, but I'd never felt comfortable enough with any of his other partners to give their overtures any serious thought. None of them had gotten me hard with two simple words.
"Enzo, stay."Max's typically melodic voice had deepened as he’d issued the command. I should've been able to walk away, tell him I was going to bed, and yet it was impossible for me not to obey.
I imagined Max striding back into the room, bare-chested, the outline of his hips visible over the waistband of his loose jeans. He came across as laid-back, but underneath it all, there was a forceful man dying to rise to the surface. If we did this—when we did this—he would be the one directing the entire scene. He'd tell us what he wanted, and we'd abide his wishes, both desperate to please him.
"You know, if you're going to ask questions, you might want to pay attention to the answer," Tony suggested, ripping me out of my daydream. I reached down and adjusted myself, wishing I'd at least stopped by my bedroom long enough to change into something more comfortable.
When I looked up, the last thing I expected was to see Tony staring at my erection. My dick twitched and both of us groaned. I snagged a pillow from behind me and placed it on my lap as if that'd keep him from knowing I was aroused. Damn. I really needed to get a grip.
"Enzo, it's okay," Tony reassured me. "Will other people feel the same way? No, but they're not in this apartment right now. There's no reason anyone needs to know what we do in our own home. And if it includes sharing Max for the night, then I'm all for it. He's beautiful, and there's no one I'd rather share him with."
"Do you do that a lot? Sharing, I mean," I stammered. I'd never seen Tony with more than one partner at a time, but that didn't mean he wasn't getting into group action away from home. Before Max, there were plenty of nights he didn't come home, and I wouldn't even begin to imagine what he was getting up to.
"It's on my bucket list, but believe it or not, I never have," Tony admitted. The fact he had a sexual bucket list made me chuckle. Of course he did. This was Tony, the man who made it known to anyone and everyone that he was a fan of sex, regardless of their gender. "Being with multiple partners requires trust. Trust requires time. Time isn't exactly my style."
"So we've all noticed." We both startled at the sound of Max's voice, still deep and throaty. He pushed away from the wall and motioned for Tony to scoot back to his side of the couch.
Max stalked over to us, heading straight for Tony. When he threaded his fingers in Tony's hair, tugging so Tony was forced to look up at him, I swore the base of my skull throbbed. Then his lips crashed against Tony's in a blistering kiss, and I prayed I was next. I wanted to feel him claim me in the same way.
"You two get everything sorted?" Max asked, settling on the couch between us. Rather than shifting closer to Tony, he draped his arm over the back of the couch, tracing lines up and down my forearm. He propped his feet on the coffee table and relaxed as if this was just another normal Saturday night and he hadn't dropped this bomb that was going to change all our lives. He looked to Tony then to me, quirking an eyebrow as he waited for an answer.
"I think it'd be best if we just start the movie and see what happens," Tony suggested.
That was the best thing he could've said because what made me the most uncomfortable was feeling like tonight had been scripted or there were a set of steps we were going to follow. I wasn't as inexperienced as our younger brother, Matteo, had been when he met his partner, but romance had always been a low priority for me. It didn't make sense, but every time I grew close to someone, I felt as if I was betraying Tony.
Max took the remote and hit play. Before the first fight sequence, both Tony and I had drifted toward the center of the couch. Max had one arm draped over each of us. I wanted to glance at Tony to see his reaction, but I was too comfortable. I had one hand resting on Max's chest, and I counted the steady beats of his heart, trying to match my breathing to the rise and fall of his chest.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Tony's hand resting on Max's leg. As it drifted higher on his thigh, I wished it was my palm, and I'd been courageous enough to make the first move. Max slid lower on the couch, spreading his legs as much as he could to allow Tony access. Or so I thought.
"Open my jeans for him," Max directed me. As if to emphasize what he wanted from me, he took my hand and placed it over the bulge in his jeans. Damn. He was already so hard.
"Impressive, isn't it." I looked up at Tony, amazed by how calm he sounded. "Just wait until you put it in your mouth. He has an amazing cock. If you're nice, maybe he'll fuck you."
"Yes please." I didn't realize I'd said that out loud until both of them chuckled. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, but I didn't bother taking back my plea. I fumbled as I tried getting my fingers to cooperate long enough to flick open the button on Max's pants.
He took mercy on me, lifting his hips before I physically injured him while trying to lower his zipper. Tony worked on one side while I shoved the other past his hips. I tried backing away so I could watch whatever Tony had in mind, but Max had other ideas.
"I think you should get the first taste," he told me. "Tony, you can help him."
Damn, this was like a scene out of a porn brought to life. Max tangled his fingers in my hair, guiding my head to the tip of his cock. I inhaled deeply, loving the way he smelled. As much as I was dying to feel him in my mouth, I didn't want to rush anything in case this was our only time together.
"Go on, Enzo, you know you want to," Tony goaded me. I pushed back the memories threatening to invade my mind of all the times he'd dared me to do things when we were kids. Back then, it usually wound up with me getting hurt or in trouble. Tonight, those were two things I wasn't sure I could bear. "Run your tongue around the tip. Max likes it when you tease him."
Max's chest reverberated with his answering growl. Apparently, Tony was once again trying to get me in trouble. The question was, did I follow his suggestion to see where teasing would lead, or did I continue to obey Max?
You only live once, Enzo.
I closed my eyes and sucked in one final breath before I dragged my tongue around the broad head of Max's dick. A second hand joined Max's in my hair as I flicked my tongue through his slit, collecting the first salty drops of precum. "That's it, Enzo. Suck him just like that."
As I took Max deeper into my mouth, Tony kept rambling, telling me when to suck harder, instructing me to play with Max's balls. My own dick pressed hard against the zipper of my pants, and I ached for relief. I could hear Tony and Max kissing and wanted to watch them, but that would require freeing Max from my mouth, and I was savoring the experience too much for that.
