Van helped Joshua stand on shaky legs, his cock flat to his belly, red and ready to go. Benji started mentally preparing himself for whatever Joshua wanted, even if it was anal. Even if he wanted to do it in front of Van.
“C’mere,” Joshua said.
Benji tucked his dick away and stood. He held his pants shut, instead of zipping them, because he recognized the look on Joshua’s face. Van stepped away, watching them with blatant curiosity. Without being asked, Benji put his hands on the back of the sofa and bent slightly at the waist, tipping his ass up. Joshua tugged his jeans down to his knees, and a worm of worry darted through his gut.
But Joshua didn’t ask Van for a condom, only a squirt of lube. When Joshua stepped in and thrust his dick into the tight space between Benji’s closed legs, that worry disappeared. Joshua loved this—fucking him without really fucking him. Joshua held his hips and found his own release in only a handful of hard, desperate thrusts, then collapsed on top of Benji.
“Fuuuuck, that was good,” Joshua slurred. “All of it. Amazing. Yup.”
Benji laughed and tried to dislodge the loose-limbed human weighing him down before he fell asleep up there. “Uh-uh, you need a shower before you crash. Van?”
“Got him.” Van peeled Joshua off his back. “Come on, I think all three of us could use a good rinse.”
“How big’s your tub?” Joshua asked.
“Unfortunately, not big enough for all of us at once.”
“You guys go first,” Benji said as he straightened. His ass was hanging out, and cum was dripping down his legs, but Benji couldn’t back away from the couch, which was hiding his crotch. Stupid, but whatever. “I’ll go last.”
Sensing Benji was nearing the end of his stretched limits, Van nodded and dragged Joshua through the door on the right. Benji let out a long breath, and then went to work freeing his legs from his jeans. He’d crossed a new line today, allowing Joshua to expose him, faux-fuck him in front of another guy. And Benji was okay with that. More okay than he expected to be.
Because it’s Van. I trust him.
He’d had that same innate sense of trust all during those first few weeks of getting to know Joshua, but with absolutely no sexual experience under his belt, he’d been hesitant. Shy. And they’d gone extremely slow.
Older and more experienced, Benji knew deep down that he wouldn’t need to wait as long to be intimate with Van. They’d alreadybeenintimate, sharing deeply without actually touching. He and Van had connected to each other, and that was what mattered most to Benji.
Everything else after that was a bonus feature.
SEVENTEEN
All good thingsmust come to an end.
Van was content to snuggle on the couch with Benji sandwiched between him and Joshua, all of them relaxed and sated, to binge a few episodes ofGlee.Benji had an adorable habit of singing along to all of the songs, while Joshua tried to hide his boredom with the show.
Eventually, though, Van had to go to work. Every fiber of his body rebelled at them leaving, but it was inevitable. They said goodbye inside, Van taking turns kissing them soundly. A firm, claiming kiss from Joshua; a soft, passionate kiss from Benji. Both of them perfect.
He watched the car until it had disappeared from sight, and then went inside to change, a little sad, but positive he’d see them again soon.
And he did, around eight o’clock that night at Off Beat. Sundays were often quieter nights, so they planted themselves at the bar, and he spent his entire shift flirting with them whenever possible. Sasha gave him a funny look at one point, but didn’t comment.
Beatrice had no such boundaries. When he slipped into the back to use the employee bathroom, she was waiting as he cameout, still drying his hands on a paper towel. “I thought you avoided complicated?”
Van shrugged. “They’re worth it.”
“They? I thought the threesome was a one-off? You’re fucking both of them? Still?”
“Technically, no, but I am seeing them both.”
She pulled a face. “Do I want to know what that means?”
“I have no idea, but it’s my private business, and I don’t need approval from anyone else to date a couple.”
“You’re right, it’s your business.” She studied him a moment, not judging because that wasn’t Beatrice. She was concerned, sure, but he was a grown man and he knew what he wanted. “Don’t let it affect your job, okay?”
“I won’t, I promise. Benji’s only in town for the week, and we all want to spend as much time together as possible.”
“Ah, yes, the honeymoon phase. Be careful, okay? A relationship with one person is tricky enough, never mind with two.”
