I swallowed and quickly looked back up. "I don't think they make hats for those. Well, unless you count latex ones."
Totally deadpan, Leif said, "From now on I'm going to refer to condoms as latex hats."
"Of course you are," Forrest said. "Are you going to start wearing them on your head?"
Leif grinned.
"The head on your shoulders," Forrest added belatedly.
"Nah. People might think I'm a dickhead," Leif said. He hooked his arm through mine and led me over to the elevator.
"Too late," Forrest said dryly.
"You sure know how to hurt a guy." Leif pressed the button to call for the elevator car.
"Yes, I do," Forrest agreed. "Physically and verbally. I have many skills."
"That's a matter of opinion." Leif drew me into the car beside him. He leaned over to press the button to close the door, but Forrest smirked and followed us in.
"This is still my date, remember?" he said, giving Leif a dark look that didn't have any heat behind it.
"You may not know this about me," Leif said slowly, "but I'm competitive. If you give me an in, I'm going to take it." He leaned over and kissed my cheek.
Forrest hooked his arm through my other, leaving me pressed between the two of them. "No ins here."
"You're not going to fight over me, are you?" I said, only half-joking.
"Do you want us to?" Leif asked. "I might have a few boxes of Jell-O in the cupboard."
"You'd Jell-O wrestle for me?" I looked from one to the other, not sure if they were joking or not. Would I object to seeing that? Not really, no.
"I'm not going to Jell-O wrestle you," Forrest said.
"Of course not. Forrest Cross doesn't do Jell-O wrestling," Leif said. "If we wrestle, it's going to be in something hardcore. Mud, or gravy. Maybe a paddle pool full of cum."
"Exactly," Forrest agreed. His eyes shone with amusement.
"Hockey game, then wrestling. Could this night get any better?" I said. Except now I was wondering how many times someone would have to orgasm to fill a pool full of cum.
I'm thinking…lots.
"Definitely." Forrest's voice was low and husky, his meaning clear, and definitely involving orgasms. Possibly starting on filling up that pool.
"There's always room for improvement," Leif said. "We might make this a competition to see who can show you the best time, him or me. Or maybe even Woody," he added, looking sly.
Don't imagine all three of them working together to fill that pool. Don't imagine all three of them…
I cleared my throat.
"I have a feeling there's a lot of things Woody could show me, but a good time wouldn't be one of them." I grimaced.
He'd probably walk me out the front of my apartment building and push me in front of a taxi. Or suggest we take the stairs instead of the elevator and push me down those instead. Or run me a bath and… You get the idea.
"This might come as a surprise to you but Woody actuallydoesknow how to have a good time," Leif said.
I looked up at him sideways. "I don't think I believe you. What has he ever done that's fun?"
Both men exchanged a glance.
