“Fine, fine.” Marc grinned after taking a sip of the bourbon Chris had filled to the brim for him. “What makes you think she’d like to be the meat in our sandwich, though? Because it’s one thing to be interested in you, and another very different thing to want us both.”
There’s no way she won’t want you, too.
“She might say no.” Chris lifted a shoulder. “But something tells me she’ll be up for being stuffed like a turkey.”
Marc covered his mouth and nose with a hand to avoid snorting bourbon like a tap as he leaned slightly forward. “Dude, how in the hell do you get so much pussy being so damn gross?”
“How am I being gross?”
“Really? Do you need me to explain it?”
“I’m not degrading her or anything. Actually, I have so much fucking respect for those who can take two or more dicks at the same time.”
Marc rolled his eyes.
“What? Were you expecting us to just take turns and watch while the other has fun?”
“No, but you don’t need to say shit like ‘stuffed her like a turkey.’” Marc couldn’t hold the chuckle inside as he put out the stub of his cig and tossed it in an empty cup. “It just sounds so damn wrong.”
“Technicalities.” Chris waved dismissively while watching the crowd a few meters away grow bigger under the darkening sky.
“Speaking of technicalities…” Marc started. “I know we usually go with the flow when we’re at it together, but the other times we’ve always had a woman for each other. So, as crude as this is gonna sound, just to be sure you don’t end up touching something you don’t wanna touch…” He gave Chris a knowing look. “Hypothetically, if she agrees to have sex with both of us, mouth or pussy?”
“Who’s being rude now?” Chris earned himself another eye roll and a huff. “Pussy.”
“Okay.”
Marc brought his cup to his lips and downed the half left in it without flinching, his Adam’s apple bobbing as the liquid went down his throat. How he did it was beyond Chris’s understanding. He liked bourbon, loved it straight, neat, or with soda—sorry, not sorry, true bourbon connoisseurs—but could never swallow so much in one gulp; that shit burned like a bitch. But Marc didn’t seem to have any issues with it.
Without knowing why, Chris’s eyes roamed from the perfection of his face edged by the sun’s last rays glowing in the background, down to his neck, shoulders, and chest.
He averted his eyes, shifting from cross-legged to resting his elbows on his knees as he began picking the slightly lifted white stripe on the inside of his right Vans shoe. “What if she likes it from behind, too?” he asked.
Marc slanted his head while glancing at him. “You mean anal?”
“Mm-hmm.” The guitarist nodded without looking at him.
“What about it?”
“Do you think we could do a double penetration? I’ve never done that, and fuck, it’d be insanely hot.” A shiver ran down his spine when their gazes connected.
“Hmm…” Marc bit the inside of his cheek, then cleared his throat. “Do you realize we would beextremelyclose with a double penetration?”
“Yeah.”
Perhaps it was because they’d been there for a couple of hours, smoking weed and drinking, but Chris found himself oddly comfortable with this conversation.
The flashes of twisted desires that had perched in his mind a week before still made him feel conflicted, but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t understand why he needed this so badly, or why Marc had to be the one taking part in those exchanges of energy to fulfill these urges. But he was tired of denying himself what he wanted deep in his guts just because it was out of the realm of things he’d experienced before. It wasn’t as if he was going to fuck his friend. It was simply a healthy curiosity to explore his limits. And who better to do so with than someone he trusted, and who had done it several times before?
“You sure you’d be comfortable with that?”
“I don’t know, and I won’t until I try.”
“Okay… If she’s into anal play, sure. We can ask her if she’d be up for double penetration.” Marc’s eyes raised and focused behind Chris.
“Hey.” Gen waved as she walked towards them.
Chris got up to greet her.
