“About?” I asked.
“You two. This. Our throuple. It’s too much. You can’t expect me to live in this tin can on the ocean.”
Jasper took hold of his face, turning it to look up at him, pressing a long, slow kiss to his lips that had my cock hardening from the view.
“We do, and you will. The less room in the bed, the more likely we are to sleep with one of us inside you, and you know how much you like that. So, do you want to rethink your little statement?”
He huffed dramatically in what I’d come to learn was a very Finn move. “Fine. If I have to.”
“Excellent decision.”
“Right, Captain, shall we get this boat on the move?” Jasper declared before he pressed a quick kiss to my lips, and then he and Finn vanished from the room, giving me a moment to catch my breath.
The last few weeks had been a whirlwind. Losing Jasper, finding him with Finn, finding out he was gay and had feelings for us both; it almost seemed like a movie I’d watched, but here it was. My real life.
After we’d rescued Finn from that sleazeball on the balcony, we agreed to talk. No touching, no kissing, no sex, just honest words, and we all agreed that we wanted this. To be together. The three of us. I’d never have thought I’d want to share Jas, but Finn was good for him. He balanced him in a way I never could, and while I thought I’d be jealous, I got something out of the situation I’d never expected—Twinkle. The man was a dichotomy I wasn’t sure I’d ever get bored of. One day, he was a sassy, bossy top, who had Jasper begging for him to fuck him, and the next, he was a needy bottom begging us to ruin and wreck him… and his need to be touched was getting to be an addiction that even Jasper, who avoided most types of physical contact, was growing to crave.
I sighed at the thought of having them to myself later. The research boat was being trialled for its long maiden voyage, and, of course, Jasper had been the one to offer to take it out. For all that he tried to pretend he was happy in an office all day, I knew how much he missed the water. Until we flew out here, I even wondered if he messed with the data himself to orchestrate this trip that just happened to correspond with the launch of the boat, but now we knew that problem came from someone fucking with the equipment in an epic way and Jasper would never risk his project like that.
Finn was right. The boat was small. It slept four research staff, two crew, and the captain. The idea was it would be used for dives that were further out and couldn’t be done in one day. It had a small galley and crew room as well as the huge equipment room that housed the new submersible and some of the smaller robots, as well as the state-of-the-art cameras. I couldn’t wait to be in the middle of the ocean and play with all the tech. I knew most people were terrified about deep water, imagining all sorts of giant monsters waiting to crush an exploring diver, but I’d never felt like that. I loved the darkness, the silence, and I loved the species down there and how they’d evolved to survive in such an inhospitable environment. Jas loved it too, although he preferred the Twilight Zone, where you still got some sunlight filtering through. I chuckled at how excited he got about the way photos looked taken at that point.
“Trav,” Jasper shouted from somewhere else on the boat.
“Just coming.”
FINN
“Make it stop.”I leant over the boat as the waves bounced us around. I’d put a life jacket on as soon as we started moving and began throwing up over the side about three minutes later.
Jasper rubbed my back as Travis did his captain thing, which I wished he’d stop, so he could take us back to dry, solid, safe, flat, unmoving land.
“We’ll be there soon,” Jasper offered.
My head snapped to the side as I righted myself, wiping my mouth on my sleeve, disgusted with myself that I’d stooped so low. “We’ll be where soon? A whirlpool to another dimension?”
Jasper laughed, and I hated how handsome he looked. He rubbed his hand up and down my back and offered me a pained smile. “You’ll get used to it, I promise. But can I ask? Are you wearing the life jacket the whole time, because orange is absolutely not your colour?”
“I hate you.”
He shook his head. “No, you don’t.”
I couldn’t help the dreamy warmth that spread through me as I stared at him, our conversations over the last few days firmly in my mind. They wanted me. I wanted them. We were going to give ‘us’ a try. And I couldn’t be happier… or more worried that I would fuck this up.
“No, Professor, I don’t.”
“Seriously, are you going to stop calling me professor?”
“Are you going to stop calling me little one or Travis, my Lord?”
He shrugged. “Probably not, little one.” He winked.
“Well, then.” Bile swelled in my throat, and I had to dip my head back over the side, vomiting violently again.
“Oh, God, you promised to make sure I didn’t die, but right now, I feel well on my way to the afterlife.”
“Open.” I did as he asked, and he popped a mint in my mouth. “Now, suck and take some deep breaths. The key is to look at the horizon and not stare at the waves.”
“It would be easier if the waves were less wavy,” I complained as I sucked manically.
