Casey
I was fucking soaring. Russell and Blake wanted to make something work with me. They were looking at me the same way they looked at each other, and I realized it had probably been that way for a long time now.
Before, I just couldn’t see it. But as we got back into the house, kissing and pulling on each other and dragging ourselves up to Blake’s big bed, I could finally see everything.
All this stuff that had been impossible before was finally possible. When I tried to imagine a future, it wasn’t just me on my own. It was me and Blake and Russell, all three of us together, just like we were supposed to be.
Just like this.
Blake took my chin, his fingers in my beard, then pulled me into an intense, deep kiss. “You’re something else, Casey Sanchez,” he said. “You know that?”
I laughed. “If you two think so,” I said, then turned to Russell. He’d done his eyes, and they sparkled as he smiled back at me. “I must be doing something right.”
All the emotions that had overwhelmed me back in West Creek melted away. They weren’t gone, and the sadness was still stinging me. But I finally felt like I could manage it, and when Russell’s fingers sank into the flesh above my hip, and Blake rubbed his cheek to mine, the torturously hot relief of their touch extinguished anything bad.
Blake kissed me, then turned to kiss Russell, too. “Tell me what you both want,” he grunted as his hands rubbed the back of our heads. “I want you both good and satisfied.”
A moan rolled under Russell’s breath, and the needy sound of it send a jolt of pleasure to my cock. “What about you?” Russell asked Blake. “What about what you want?”
A surprise chuckle escaped me, and I gave Russell an appreciative grin. “Yeah,” I teased Blake. “What about you?”
He looked a little embarrassed, and his heavy brow furrowed up. “You know what I want.”
“Say it,” Russell said. “I want to hear it.”
Shy Russell was hot, but now that he was more demanding, it was next level. “Yeah, Blake,” I said, then held his eye contact, just the way he liked it. “Say it.”
Blake grunted, his hunger burning in his eyes. “I want to fuck you both until you come all over each other, and then I want to fall asleep together and wake up and do it again tomorrow.”
Russell pushed himself against Blake, and as he did, he dragged his hand over my hard cock, palming it through my jeans. It was dark outside, but there was a warm light in Blake’s room, and heat radiated from the floor beneath us.
“I want you both to fuck me,” Russell said. “Tonight.”
Blake and I both grabbed his ass at the same time, and our fingers brushed together while we squeezed. The erotic charge burst between all three of us, and I could have sworn I could taste Blake’s hunger on my lips and feel Russell’s nerves as his muscles twitched in our arms.
“Casey,” Russell whispered, then pushed his soft lips against mine and licked his tongue against my teeth. “What about you? What do you want?”
What he said at the motel back in West Creek came back to me. We didn’t have to make any huge decisions about family or commitments right away. There was plenty of time to figure that out together, which I guess was kind of the point.
But for once, when I tried to think about what I truly wanted, I didn’t hit a brick wall of nothingness. I’d never been able to imagine myself making a life with just one person, but when I imagined doing it with Blake and Russell, the world split open right in front of me.
And best of all, I didn’t have to bury any of those feelings in my gut. For once, there were no secrets, just the fucking beautiful, strange, perfect truth.
“I want to fuck all night with my boyfriends,” I said. Pulling my hands up their bodies, I grabbed the backs of their heads and tangled my fingers in their hair until I pulled us together for a sloppy, scratchy kiss. “And never do anything stupid like running away from you again.”
“Hell yeah to that,” Blake grunted.
“And,” I said with a grin, “I want to tell you both that I’m in love with you. With us.”
For just a second, it was quiet, and the only thing in the room was the sound of our breath. Then Blake sucked in a breath and pushed his forehead to mine. “Love you, Casey,” he said and pulled Russell even tighter. “Love you both.”
Russell’s voice caught. “Fuck,” he said. “Yeah. Yeah, I do love you.”
Our lips met again, and all three of us were kissing and repeating it. I couldn’t believe I had been the first to say the words. The Casey I used to know would never risk opening himself up and saying something like that or wanting more.
But just like that, the three of us were naked and rolling around the bed again. And I kept saying it, telling them that I loved them, because once you knew how good it felt to say something like that, it’s actually hard to stop.
We all met on our knees, jerking our cocks together. Russell swirled his hand up and down his smooth length, and Blake thrust his swollen purple head against our cocks. The beat of our fists and our dicks lit coals deep inside me, and I kissed at them, desperate for more touch.
