Joshua nearly fell off the bed. “Really?”
“I’d like to try it. Unless it would hurt too much. I mean, you already came and—” His words were lost to Joshua’s tackling kiss that sent him onto his back again. Joshua attacked his mouth like a thirsty man who’d finally found water. When he came up for air, Benji laughed. “Is that a yes?”
“It’s a hell yes.”
Joshua made no move to get up or stop nibbling at his neck, so Benji said, “Uh, don’t you need some prep?”
“Van can do it.”
Arousal jolted down Benji’s spine. He met Van’s questioning eyes and nodded. The bed dipped as Van switched from sitting near Benji’s head to kneeling behind Joshua. He lifted Joshua up, so he knelt on either side of Benji’s closed legs, leaving only air on Benji’s aching cock. The lube cap snapped. Benji stroked Joshua’s back and swallowed every grunt and moan as Van worked him open. Anticipation curled around Benji’s heart, chasing away the last of his fear and hesitation.
This is right. It’s time.
Van clasped his dick and stroke a few times, and Benji thrust into his fist. Then a new snugness enveloped his cock—a condom. Van rolled it down, and then smeared him with lube. He leaned in, close to Joshua’s ear, and said, “Ride him.”
“Fuck,” Benji said.
Van guided them together. Startling pressure against the head of his cock made Benji gasp, then cry out when initial resistance gave way to an intense heat. Joshua worked himself down on shallow thrusts, mouth open, skin flushed and dotted with perspiration. Stars winked behind Benji’s eyes. He wasn’t going to last long, so he held on and memorized the tight slide of Joshua’s body over his cock, the engulfing sensation that no blow job could ever mimic.
Why was I ever afraid of this?
Joshua rose up, then stilled. “Fuck me, baby.”
Benji nodded and gave his hips a tentative roll, pushing up into Joshua’s heat. They moaned in tandem, overwhelmed by something brand new and startlingly perfect. Benji did his best with no practice at it, spurred on knowing Van was watching the whole thing. Watching Benji’s cock slide in and out of Joshua’s body, stretching his hole, making him fall apart one thrust at a time.
He couldn’t imagine what Van was thinking—or what he wanted. “Van!”
Van stretched out next to them, his own erection flush to his stomach, his expression almost feral. He combed his fingers through Benji’s hair. “Yeah, beautiful?”
Benji’s thrusts stuttered at the endearment. “What do you need?”
“This. Love watching you two fuck.”
Not good enough.
“Need you to be part of this,” Benji said. He stilled his hips, and Joshua looked at them, first at Benji, then Van.
Something in Joshua’s entire demeanor shifted. “Want you both,” Joshua said. “Please.”
Benji’s heart nearly stopped. “At the same time?”
“Yes.” He drew in a ragged breath. “Please.”
“Are you sure?” Van caressed Joshua’s cheek. “You need to be sure, because that can be intense. If we aren’t careful, we could hurt you.”
“I’m sure.” Joshua kissed Van, then plundered Benji’s mouth.
“Have you done this before, Van?” Benji asked when Joshua let him come up for air.
“Once.” The bed bounced more as Van moved back behind Joshua. Another condom wrapper wrinkled. Joshua pressedclose to Benji’s chest, his breath coming in short pants against Benji’s neck. “Stay like that, you two.”
Benji couldn’t move if he wanted to, not with Joshua on top of him and Van settling in behind Joshua. Not when more blunt pressure against his dick made his eyes roll back and his lungs seize. Slowly, so fucking slowly it nearly drove Benji out of his mind, Van pressed inside Joshua, his cock riding alongside Benji’s. Joshua gasped and groaned, muscles flexing, his entire body coated with perspiration, but he never protested. Never told them to stop or showed any physical pain.
Van didn’t go in very deep before he began shallow, halting thrusts that stopped time. Nothing existed except the three of them, joined in the most intimate way possible. Sharing their love in every cry and touch and stuttered breath. The intoxicating scents of sweat and musk and each man’s personal cologne. It all combined to create a moment in time, the most perfect chord ever played, never to be heard again once it was over, and that was okay. Perfection wasn’t meant to last, only to be experienced in the moment.
The moment ended for Benji first, who came so hard the world blurred. His entire body trembled through it, and he was only distantly aware of his dick slipping from Joshua’s body. Or of Van continuing to thrust, chasing his own climax. Benji lay there, sleepy from endorphins, while his boyfriends fucked above him, until both were spent. Someone cleaned him up, and then tucked a pillow under his head.
Sandwiched on either side by the two men he’d battle heaven and hell—and even social media—to keep, Benji fell asleep smiling. Content.
