I’m not sure how I ended up here. Like this. With the two of them. Why me? Why now? Why like this? Why, when the two of them could be so perfect on their own? Parker’s eyes find mine in the mirror, and they stick their foam-covered tongue out at me, including me without even saying a word.
We finish brushing our teeth, then go back to the bedroom together. The air feels thick and charged, tension and longing bleeding into the spaces between us.
Parker fidgets with their hands, nerves radiating off them. Ben, poised and confident, seems to be chomping at the bit. He steps into Parker’s space, and I nearly hold my breath as I watch the two of them.
Ben slides a hand into Parker’s hair, and I watch, awed, as they stare at each other.
“You said before,” Ben says, fingers toying with the strands of pink in Parker’s thick hair. “That I didn’t kiss you that way. What did you mean?”
“Like with Landon,” Parker says. “You kissed him like he meant something to you, and I just… I don’t want to feel like nothing to you.”
Oh, fuck. I’m not sure even Parker expected that level of honesty to come out of their mouth.
“You are a great many things, Parker, butnevernothing.”
Ben cups Parker’s face with his free hand, thumb ghosting over Parker’s lower lip.
I inhale just as sharply as Parker at the contact. The anticipation is killing me, and even though I’m not getting kissed, it feels the same way in my gut.
Ben leans down, and I hold my breath. I find myself shifting forward without meaning to, dying for the two of them to close the space. My heart pounds in my ears when Parker’s hand lands on Ben’s chest, fingers flexing.
Fuck. They’re killing me.
“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this,” Ben whispers, then closes the distance between them, slotting his lips softly over Parker’s.
They gasp, eyes falling shut as Ben slides both hands into their hair, tilting their head sideways to deepen the kiss.
He doesn’t rush it, and watching the way he expertly commands Parker’s mouth has my cock swelling and my lips tingling with the memory of his mouth on mine.
I didn’t know kissing could be that way. Slow and deep, but also demanding and rough. Parker leans into Ben, body going lax.
I’m sure someone would argue that this should make me jealous—watching two people I care so much about kiss like no one else is around. I’m not, though. I’m feeling a host of things, and jealousy doesn’t come close to making the list.
Ben breaks the kiss with a sharp breath, then rests his forehead against Parker’s.
“Better?” he rasps, voice low and rough.
Parker nods, chest heaving. “I think so. Maybe you should kiss Lan again so I can be sure, though.”
I barely have time to take a breath before Ben’s hand is gently cupping the side of my throat, pulling me into him. Our lips crash together in a flurry of heat and want and desperation.
A surprised noise flies from my mouth, melting into a, truthfully, embarrassing whimper. Parker echoes the sound, and my gut clenches.
Like with every kiss we’ve shared, Ben takes exactly what he wants, moving my head to get the right angle, making me lose my mind with the way he expertly tangles his tongue with mine.
When he groans, Parker does too, and my cock throbs. Holy fuck.
I need to see Parker, though; I need to make sure they don’t feel bad or left out, so I pull myself away from Ben with a gasp, finding Parker immediately.
Their hair is mussed from Ben’s fingers and sleep, blue eyes hidden by blown pupils, bottom lip slick with spit like they just licked it.
Goddamn. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”
Parker laughs, a little weak and brittle. “You say that after having Ben’s tongue down your throat?”
That makes me smile, but it’s also the truth. Ben is incredible and gorgeous and mind-numbingly hot, but Parker is ethereal, like a fucking paint-spattered angel, so I nod.
Parker steps toward me, and Ben steps back.
