Blake
By the time we got back to the house, my dick hurt, it had been hard that long. When Casey came to me with the idea of taking Russell shopping, I hadn’t expected it to quite go this way. But lately, it’s like every time the three of us were together, all I could think about was getting my hands on them both.
Even hitting the gym until I was exhausted hadn’t helped or locking myself in my room and trying to masturbate away all my feelings. But with Russell there, my connection with Casey expanded. Like it finally had room to become something else, something I’d maybe wanted it to be for a long time.
I pushed the door open and fought off my instinct, which was to just throw Russell on the couch and then toss Casey right on top of him. I wanted to wrestle around with both of them and feel what it was like to have two bodies to crash into.
Instead, I kicked off my boots and headed over to turn up the heat. Fucking each other and then talking about it later was one thing, but before we went any further, I needed to check in with Russell. The guy hadn’t had any major relationships, which was true of me, too, but I felt like it was important to be careful with him.
The gentle kid I’d known years ago came back to my memory, but so did the competent, caring man I was getting to know today. But the way I saw it, they both deserved a little more conversation.
I looked up at Casey. His hair was pulled back straight, and he still had a little bit of dark rubbed under his eye. It reminded me of when he used to wear eyeliner all the time and how I’d always liked it.
“So, I remember something about a surprise?” he asked, then dragged his eyes up and down Russell’s body.
With a grunt, I messed up Casey’s hair, satisfying that need to touch him, and Casey laughed as he jumped back and smoothed his hair in place. “What?”
I turned to Russell. “Let me grab beers,” I said. “Let’s just, uh, drink a beer about it first.”
Casey arched an eyebrow. He wasn’t sure what I was getting at, but he wasn’t going to give me a hard time, either. “Sure.”
“You want a drink?” I asked Russell.
He nodded. “Yes, please.”
A few minutes later, we were all together in the living room, Casey and Russell on the old leather couch and me on the matching armchair across from them. They were close enough that they were almost touching, but they weren’t touching, and for a second, my brain just circled around about that for a while.
Russell fit up against Casey perfectly, every time. And I knew the two of them squeezed in just right with me.
Casey took a swig from his bottle of beer, then looked to me expectantly. I wasn’t very good at this kind of thing. Or at least I didn’t think I was. I hadn’t had much practice to know, really. But I felt responsible, for some reason, for Russell’s feelings, and Casey’s, and honestly my own, too.
I cleared my throat and caught both of their eyes for a minute, which made me need to touch them all over again.
“This, uh, still good?” I asked.
Russell leaned forward, and I saw the pink of his tongue behind his red lips. He looked pleased, for some reason. “Are you checking in before we hook up?” he asked.
“I guess, yeah,” I answered, then took a gulp from my beer.
Fuck, this wasn’t my style. But I did want to hear what Russell had to say.
And Casey.
And me.
“I’m excited to hook up again,” Russell said. I could see in his eyes that he was nervous, but he managed to keep his confidence, which was hot. “I feel good with both of you.”
Casey smiled and leaned back in the couch, draping his arm behind Russell even as he turned his eyes away. “Yeah,” he said, “I’m feeling good, too.”
Russell leaned back into Casey’s arm, which seemed to relax Casey again, and they both turned to me.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “All good here. I’m having fun.”
Good wasn’t actually the right word. This was something else, something that made my body feel weird as fuck and distracted me all day and all night, too. Saying it was good was like saying Serena Williams was a good tennis player.
“I want to keep doing it,” I finally managed.
Casey laughed. “Doing what, Blake?”
