I glared at him. “But you don't have to worry about that because youarepart of us. “Now, get your ass down here and fuck him.”
“Is that anyway to speak to me?” He could glare at me all he wanted. He was being an idiot, and I was through letting him think he was only a bridge to bring the two of us together before walking away. We needed him for us to work, not because we were incapable without him, but because we would be incomplete.
“It is if you’re going to stand there talking nonsense and wasting time,” I scoffed. There was no doubt in my mind I’d pay for that little outburst later, but I couldn't bring myself to worry about it now. Not when we were this close to being completely connected to one another.
Colin kneeled behind Daniel, quickly sheathing his dick before lining it up against Daniel's entrance. He leaned over, kissing Daniel’s shoulder, staring at me. “You two are amazing, and I can’t tell you how glad I am I met you.”
Whatever Daniel was about to say was cut off as Colin buried himself with one long, slow thrust. He held onto Daniel's hips, pulling him out of my body then shoving us together with every thrust. The world lost focus as the room was filled with nothing but a series of incoherent grunts and cries. Within minutes, we lay in a heap on the mattress, all of us sated and breathless.
Eventually, I'd be forced to move them off of me so I could breathe, but I just needed a little while longer, feeling this connected to both of them. I wanted to hold on to this moment forever, calling it up as a reminder when I convinced myself I was unworthy of love.
16
Colin
The next fewweeks felt like I was living some sort of strange double life. There was Colin the student, trying to get to know my brother without our parents’ overbearing personalities keeping us from being the men we were. I was starting to see him as not only someone who I was related to by genetic bond, but also a guy I liked hanging out with.
Who knew?
But the newfound friendship with my brother only made it that much harder when I disappeared to my side of the suite at the end of the night. Every night, I retreated into my room, waiting until the common area went silent. Then, I snuck into Zach and Daniel’s room, taking my place between the two men I was falling for.
The mattresses had never made their way back to the bed frames after that first time. Zach had pulled his mattress to the floor, creating one big bed that covered the center of the room, and we’d hidden away until the following morning. Daniel snuck out at some point to grab food and drinks, but we just hung out, talking about nothing in particular.
Last weekend, we disassembled both bed frames, neatly stacking the wood in Zach’s closet so we had more room to place the mattresses side-by-side on the floor, pushed up against the wall. It was the closest any of us could get to moving in together when we were already sharing a living space but hiding from the rest of the suitemates.
Whenever I joined them, it felt like one of them had stayed awake enough to welcome me. I quietly closed the door behind me and stripped out of my sweatpants as one of them lifted the sheet, inviting me in. It was perfect, except for that whole bit about my guilt keeping me awake at night.
I thought I had done a good job of hiding how much it was eating at me, but late one night in early November, I felt a firm hand pressing between my shoulder blades.
“You want to talk about it?” Daniel whispered. I slid closer, nestling my ass against his groin. He draped an arm over my chest, gently rubbing circles against my stomach with his thumb. “I don't know how you function when you never sleep.”
“I'm sorry,” I apologized. “If I’m keeping you awake, I can go back to my room.”
Another hand clamped down on my hip.
“Like hell you will,” Zach grumbled. “If you have shit keeping you up at night, you're supposed to tell us about it so we can fix it.”
I choked back a weak laugh. Zach, the same one who kept telling us he was shit at talking, was sitting here lecturing me on needing to open up to them.
But he was right.
“Are you unhappy with us?” It was impossible to miss the anxiety in Zach's voice.
I pulled him on top of me, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Not a bit. The only time everything feels close to right is when I'm in here with you guys.”
“What’s bothering you when you’re out there? Because, as you can tell, you’re not doing as good of a job as you thought at pretending.” Daniel pulled me closer to his body. I closed my eyes, soaking up his warmth.
“I don't like lying. I know I was the one who said we shouldn't tell everyone, but I didn’t think it was going to be this hard,” I admitted. “I keep thinking about saying we should come clean, but I don't want to wreck the relationship I finally have with Chase, either.”
“So, we tell them the truth,” Zach blurted out his suggestion as if it would be simple. When I didn’t immediately agree with him, he added, “I mean, unless you have a reason you don't think that's a good idea. Your brother loves you, but I get if you think—”
“I'm not ashamed of you, Zach,” I insisted. “But I don't want them thinking either of you coerced me into anything.”
Daniel chuckled. “Oh, if they only knew. But I suppose they'd never believe it if we explained that this is all your fault, would they?”
That was it!
I sat up, an idea forming in my mind. “That's exactly what we need to do. Chase knows how convincing I can be when I want something. And we need to tell them this weekend.”
