Very quickly, though, those feelings passed, something much stronger taking their place. Comfort, that Grayson would take care of Marco right when I wasn’t around, and then a rush of joy.
They just make each other so damn happy.
“This kind of dating is a little new to us,” Marco added. “Having side dates is not something we’ve done with another person before.”
Grayson looked surprised to hear that, although it obviously pleased him. “I’m glad it worked for you, then. Maybe we could do it again sometime?”
I turned to Marco. This wasn’t something we had explicitly discussed yet, and I didn’t want to go assuming things on his behalf and then hurting Grayson’s feelings. But with how the dates were going, we did need to learn how to talk about these things in front of Grayson.
Not to mentionwithGrayson, too.
“I think that sounds nice,” I said, “but Marco and I haven’t talked about it.” Honesty, I figured, was always the smart choice.
“And isn’t now just the perfect time to talk about it?” Marco added, his soft laugh chiming out. “I think it sounds like a lovely idea, too. Of course, we have our scheduling challenges, but those will hopefully get easier soon.”
I heard the subtle reminder that I needed to start hiring the personal assistant and reminded myself to follow through with that promise, even if everything else with the club felt a bit like it was falling apart.
Grayson took a sip of his wine. His cheeks were just flushed enough to distract me and make me think about biting down on his lip. “I think I’d mainly like to spend time with both of you, anyway,” he said, “instead of just one of you. If that’s okay.”
Marco caught my eye and nodded. “More than okay.”
I took a little wine for myself. “Definitely.”
“Is there anything else you want to talk about, Grayson?” Marco asked sweetly. “Any questions you’ve been wanting to ask us?”
Grayson tilted his head to the side, then nodded. “Is there anything you both know you aren’t looking for? Any kind of relationship that you’re not open to?” He fingered the stem of the wine glass. “Just so I know not to get attached to anything,” he added, almost shyly.
I parted my lips but realized I didn’t know how to answer. There were so many possibilities of who Grayson could be to us. The idea of closing one of those doors now seemed absurd.
“I don’t think we know the answer to that question,” Marco replied. He always had the words when I didn’t. “But we’re dreaming big, if you are.”
Grayson nodded quickly. “I am.”
“I know your dreams,” Marco replied, winking. “I remember the little noises you made in your sleep.”
Grayson and I both laughed, and Grayson playfully pushed Marco’s arm. Another surge of desire shot through my core, more pictures brewing in my imagination.
Grayson and I, both taking Marco in our hands.
All the ways we could pleasure him together and make his body quiver and moan.
I pulled myself back to the moment. “Yes,” I said, holding Grayson’s eye. “We’ll find out together.”
We slipped back into regular conversation after that, flirting and joking and telling old stories that felt new again. We made our way to the small dining table, then to the couches. Marco and Grayson both laid against my side for a while, and more often than not, a hand was dangling along my leg or my fingers were buried in muscle. But even with my cock raging hard, I somehow kept myself from throwing Marco down and starting to live out some of the fantasies I was entertaining.
Sometimes, actually, a relaxing night on the couch was what I needed, if I was going to make it through another work week.
“You’ll stay over?” Marco asked when he noticed the time. “I’m afraid we might be too beat to play around, but it would be nice to have you in our bed anyway.”
“Enjoy another morning curated by Marco,” I added.
Grayson smiled, then nuzzled up against me on the couch, pressing his cheek against my side. The tender gesture caught me by surprise, like I had earned something without realizing it. “That sounds nice,” he said.
I lowered my arm onto his shoulders and relaxed. “Yeah,” I agreed. “It does.”
