“Clarkle?” I asked, suppressing a giggle.
His eyes shot back to me, then over to Rip. “That was really amazing,” he said. “But didn’t you tell me something about a round two?”
RIP
I’ll never forget the way Clark looked that night. All the nervousness I had seen on his face when we first reconnected was gone. His eyes were wide, and his expression was eager and curious. The kid I had known years ago disappeared, and there was no doubt about it: the person in front of me was here to stay.
Was it dating Mars that had changed him? I wanted to believe it had something to do with me, too. I wanted to believe that I had helped him grow over the past months, even though I knew I had hurt him, too. But more than anything else, I wanted to believe the feeling pumping through my body was real.
I pressed my hand against Clark’s cheek, then brushed my thumb across his lips, feeling the sticky cum he had just licked. “Whatever you want, Clark. Just tell us.”
“I want everything,” he said. “I want it all at once.”
I turned to Mars. His hair was mussed, and sweat dripped down his neck. He always looked so fucking sexy like that; it was like I was falling in lust for him all over again.
And when he pressed a tender kiss against Clark’s lips, then turned to me to offer the same, I remembered how that lust had turned into love.
“Let me get some lube and condoms,” he said. “We’ll treat you right, Clark.”
Clark shook his head quickly. “Haven’t you two only been with each other?” he asked softly. “Since you moved here?”
I caught Mars’s eyes and saw a flash of desire, widening his pupils. “That’s right,” he said.
“And you’ve been tested?”
I sucked in a sharp breath, another pang of desire firing through my muscles. “Yes,” I said.
Mars rolled over, lying beside Clark on the bed. His cock was hard against his stomach as he stroked Clark’s chest and teased his nipples, earning a whimper from the guy. “We know you’re good,” he purred to Clark. “But are you sure about this? It takes a lot of trust…”
Clark nodded quickly. “I already trust you,” he said to Mars. Turning to me, he blinked a few times, and a new pink rose up on his cheeks. “And I trust you, Rip. I’m still not sure why I trust you so much, but I do.”
Fuck. How come such a simple thing feels so devastating?
I wasn’t sure I deserved Clark’s trust, but as his cock started to harden again, I realized something else—if he was going to give it to me, I was going to treasure it.
I was going to treat him right.
Mars flipped over to the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube. He squirted some into his hands, then rubbed them together to warm it up. He grabbed Clark’s cock, massaging his length as he spread the lube around, and Clark whimpered.
“You’re good and warmed up down here already,” Mars whispered as he pushed his hand down, groping behind Clark’s balls and spreading some of the lube on his entrance. “Rip got you nice and ready.”
My cock pulsed as I remembered the sweet, musky taste of Clark’s hole and the way his entrance had opened to me.
“Start there,” Cark gasped. “I’m ready.”
Mars flipped Clark onto his stomach, and I reached out, stroking my hand along his cheeks. Soft, downy hairs grew along the soft curves of his butt, and when I pushed his cheeks apart, I saw the pink pucker of his hole.
Fucking sexy, Clark.
Mars grabbed my hand, then squirted some lube in my palm. Clark pushed himself up onto his knees, wiggling his butt in the air. “We’ll go slow,” Mars said. “We’ll each start with a finger to warm you up.”
“You let us know how you’re doing,” I said. “Tell us what you want.”
“I want to feel it,” Clark moaned, pressing his face into the pillow and wiggling his ass again. “I don’t want to wait anymore.”
Mars turned to me, and a grin filled his face. I pressed my forehead against his, then took him in for a quick, deep kiss. As our lips met, I swear to god, I’d never wanted him more than I did in that moment. I’d never felt so close to the man I loved and so drawn to his body.
I started first, rubbing my finger in a slow circle around Clark’s entrance and spreading the lube along the wrinkles of his hole. His muscles immediately tugged and pulled, but I stayed just on the outside, knowing the anticipation was one of the best parts.
