
The air inside his large house is cool as you unlock the door. You see that a window has been left open in the living room and briefly wonder which one of them is responsible for it. Probably the younger one, you decide. Surprisingly, he is often the less responsible of the two. It didn’t used to be that way. But your involvement in their relationship has allowed him to relax a little.
You realize, quite suddenly, that you’re still standing in the doorway. Shaking your head, you close and lock the front door before venturing further inside his home. Your hands tremble slightly as you climb the stairs to the second floor without turning on any lights. You want this surprise to be perfect. It has been nearly three months since they’ve been in town and the wait has been hard on you.
Before they left, they generously offered you a job with them. If you had taken it, you would have spent nearly every day with them, something that would have been pleasing to all three of you. But you declined. The other guys knew about them, but they didn’t know about you. And being on the road with them…spending every night with them; it would have been impossible to keep your relationship a secret.
Before you know it, you find yourself in front of the door that leads to his bedroom. You know they are both inside but you hear nothing. Perhaps they are sleeping. If they are, you think, they won’t be for long. Slipping out of your sandals (you know you are about to encounter a hardwood floor) you open the door and tiptoe inside the room.
Just as you had thought, they are both there and sound asleep. You can tell from the clothes thrown randomly on the floor that they have already pleasured each other once tonight. You are sad that they started without you, but immensely turned on all the same. Quietly you pad over to the large bed and pull back the dark blue sheet, revealing the nakedness of both of them. You smile to yourself and slip blithely under the covers next to the younger one. He doesn’t stir. You know these men well; nothing short of an atomic bomb will wake either of them.
Moving closer to him, you place your hand on his stomach and begin to run your tongue down his neck and across his Adam’s Apple. If he were awake, he would be in ecstasy right now. Instead, he mumbles something incoherently and tries to roll away. But he is trapped safely between you and his slightly older lover. You continue to tongue kiss his neck.
Sleep is slowly leaving him and a smile spreads across his lips. You hear him whisper a name, but it isn’t yours. Trying not to laugh, you move your hand lower on his abdomen and bring your kisses to his lips. His body jerks as your fingers wrap around his slightly growing erection. He knows that hand…the touch you give him is different from anything else he has ever felt. His eyes flutter open as he opens his mouth and you push your tongue inside. Instantly, his hands entangle themselves in your hair.
After several seconds, breathless, you pull away. "Welcome home," you whisper softly.
He smiles. That beautiful smile you love so much. His perfectly straight, wonderfully white teeth almost glowing in the darkness of the room. "I thought you said you wouldn’t be back in Orlando for another two days?"
"I lied," you shrug. "I’ll leave and come back later if that’s what you want."
"Don’t even think about it."
You can’t help but giggle as he rolls over on top of you, his fingers picking at the buttons on your blouse. You love them both…but the time you spend with him is always precious. Even if there is another man sound asleep next to you. At that thought, you giggle again. Or maybe it’s his teeth on the strap of your bra that make’s you giggle. You’re not sure.
"What’s funny?" he questions, looking down at you deviously.
You glance over at the man next to you. "He sleeps like a rock," you laugh.
He shrugs and goes back to ridding you of your blouse and bra. "I already wore him out," he whispers into your ear, his hands massaging your breasts. You moan and arch into him. "Now it’s your turn."
He pulls you up just enough to slip your clothes from your waist up off of you and onto the floor. Your fingers cling to his spiky blonde hair as his warm mouth covers first one nipple and then the other, bringing them both to hard, super-sensitive peaks. You’ve been craving this for so long. He continues to kiss down your stomach, dipping his tongue in your navel as he goes. You moan softly and your head falls to the side on the plush pillow beneath you. It is then you realize that you’re being watched; watched by dark, lust-filled blue eyes. This only makes you moan louder.
You feel your simple cotton skirt being pulled down your legs and know that your panties are going with it. But the full extent of your desire isn’t realized until you feel his hand part your thighs and his tongue flick playfully across your pleasure spot. You grab the sheets beneath you and call out his name, no longer worried about waking your other lover. "Lance!" It takes only a few brief minutes for him to send you tumbling over the edge, and all the while your eyes are locked with those of the man next to you. He doesn’t touch you, just enjoys watching you feel the immense pleasure you’re being given.
As Lance makes his way back up your body, the other man moves to capture your mouth with his. He kisses you hard, deep, passionate…in a way that only he can. You run a hand through his dark locks and let him have his way with your tongue. Lance shifts so you are now lying between the two men and have better access to both of them, and they to you. You sigh as the older man breaks your kiss and winks at you mischievously. "We missed you."
"I missed you," you reply seriously. And everyone in the room knows that it was meant for both of them. Your relationship is far from the norm. But it works. You love both of them, always have. And they love each other…more than anyone but the three of you could ever fully understand. Most important, they both love you. And they let you know it, feel it, every chance they get. Now is one of those chances.
"Let us love you," he smiles softly. His fingers brush gently up and down your arm. Your eyes flutter shut. He kisses your neck, just above your shoulder. The spot he knows will make you his…make you theirs.
"Oh…Josh…yes…"
Another set of lips places kisses across your face, your eyes, your nose, your forehead. You know it’s Lance. You love every second of it. Then, suddenly, the mouths that had been on your body are gone. You open your eyes to find them kissing just above you. You smile and run one hand down each of their chests. Even now, after nearly a year, the sight of them kissing, their tongues in each other’s mouths, makes you hotter than you thought imaginable. The two men pull apart and look down at you, both smiling.
"Make love to me," you whisper, not really caring who takes the lead. You just need one of them, either of them, both of them.
JC rolls you onto your side so that you’re facing him, your back to Lance. He slips your leg over his own, opening you for his touch. His fingers find your center and tease you gently as Lance lifts your hair and kisses the back of your neck, down your spine, back up again, stopping, nibbling at your shoulder.
"Does that feel good?" he whispers into your ear, his deep voice sending chills through your entire body.
You’re not sure if he’s asking about what he’s doing to you or what JC’s doing to you. But you don’t care. It all feels good. Every inch of your skin is on fire…aching to be touched by these two wonderful, amazing, beautiful men. You nod your head that it does feel good but words escape you. How did you ever get this lucky? No one should be as blessed as you feel right at this moment. It should be illegal. You block out the thought that in some states, it probably is.
JC continues to work his magic with his long, slender, piano-player fingers. He’s bringing you so close to the edge, but stopping every time just before he lets you fall over. At the same time, Lance’s hands snake around the front of you and slowly, tediously, knead your breasts. His lips are on your neck and his erection is prominent against your backside. JC kisses you relentlessly, his eyes open, watching your every reaction. This slow and gentle foreplay is torture of the best kind.
Just when you think it can’t possibly get any better, Lance pulls your mouth away from JC’s so he can kiss you himself. And while your head is tilted back at this strange angle, Lance’s tongue all but shoved down your throat, JC’s fingers leave you. They’re replaced quickly by something bigger, thicker…so much better. You scream; yes, scream; but the sound is lost in Lance’s kiss.
The power behind JC’s slow, hard thrusts is mind numbing. You barely notice the fact that Lance is no longer kissing you. He isn’t even touching you. But you don’t have the good sense to wonder where he is. Every ounce of your being is focused on JC. His eyes locked with yours. Your hands in his hair. His hands on your hips, pulling you to him, filling you completely with his hardness over and over and over again.
JC whispers your name. His fingertips dance across the sensitive skin on your upper leg. He moans, not that he loves you, but that he fucking loves you. This man, this amazingly talented, gorgeous, kind-hearted man fucking loves you. It’s not that you didn’t know that, but hearing him say it…hearing him say it like he did…makes your entire body tremble. You could die right then and there and be okay. Because if this is what dying feels like, you’re ready to welcome it with open arms.
"Josh…baby…sweetness…I’m so close…please Josh…please." You’re sobbing now. Sobbing and trying to tell him how he’s making you feel all between gasping for air because you can’t even breathe anymore. You can’t remember the last time it felt like this. If this is what him leaving for three months does to you, you’re ready to let him go whenever he needs to.
"Not yet," he whispers to you, his voice husky and his body slick with sweat from the both of you. "Wait…for…"
He doesn’t finish his sentence. He’s interrupted by a shriek from you when you feel something cold and wet being rubbed down your spine. You realize that what you’re feeling is Lance’s hands. He must have left to get the peach flavored massage oil you all love so much. But he was back now and again you’re bombarded with sensations. Josh in front of you. Lance behind you. Hands and mouths and fingers and tongues and whispers and that continual thrusting and you can’t even tell them apart anymore.
The massage oil is being dripped onto your backside now and you feel Lance’s hands and it’s not cold like it was before. It’s so warm. Everything is so warm. Josh stops moving in front of you and you know what’s coming and every nerve in your body is on edge. Waiting. Needing. Wanting. Anticipating. And then Lance is inside you. All the way inside you. And you don’t scream, can’t scream. No, you purr. Not moan, but purr.
"Fuck." Lance curses behind you and there’s something so sensual but dirty about it all at the same time. "So tight." He kisses your neck and you manage to squeak out his name.
"Lance."
You’re full but neither of them are moving and it’s driving you insane. You know they’re just being careful, not wanting to hurt you. But dammit, this hurt feels so good. You need this. You’ve been needing this. Now is not the time to be careful. But you can’t form the words. You can’t tell them. And you only purr again when they both lean over your shoulder and kiss each other. The three of you are one and it’s never, ever felt like this.
"Please…Lance…Josh…"
Lance is the first to move and you’re certain that you’re going to fall apart then and there. But then Josh moves as well and you realize that you can’t think straight. You can only feel. And oh, it feels so good. They find their rhythm quickly…their identical rhythm. In. Out. In. Out. In perfect unison. In synch, if you will. You would laugh at that thought, but laughing isn’t possible. Breathing isn’t possible. You’re not even sure that living is possible. All you know is that your praying that this doesn’t stop. Ever.
Their names are on your lips and you whisper them again and again. And they talk to you. Encourage you. Love you.
Don’t ever stop.
Yes, right there.
Please God, more.
Shit.
Ungh.
Voices mingle. Sweat drips. Hands roam.
They touch each other. They touch you. You hold onto the headboard for dear life.
And then you feel it. It starts at the very bottom of your feet and spreads out across every inch of skin and muscle and nerve ending that you have. It isn’t possible to hold your eyes open anymore. They slam shut and your body goes rigid. You hear them coaxing you on. Wanting to feel this with you. Telling you to let go. As if you have any choice in the matter. You know that you are no longer in control of your own body. They have you. Body. Mind. Spirit. Soul.
You scream indecipherable yet completely understandable words all at the same time. Your body does more than shudder. It convulses. Lance. Josh. Sweetheart. Lover. Oh dear God.
You feel lips on yours but don’t know who they belong to. Don’t care. A voice moans your name. You think it’s Lance but you’re not sure. It doesn’t matter. You’re too busy floating on the high that you never want to come down from. Your name is called again and this time you’re certain that it’s Josh. And then it’s Lance again. And then Josh. You feel explosions inside of you and can’t comprehend if they’re yours or his or his. But at least all of you are feeling the same thing. At least you can experience this together.
For a long time the three of you just lay there. A messy, sweaty tangle of arms and legs and so much love. No one has to say it. All of you know it. Labels don’t matter to any of you. They never have. You are who you are and you love who you love. And after a night like tonight you couldn’t care less if the entire world knows, let alone their three other "brothers." This, you decide, is true love at its best. Nothing else matters. Everything is as it should be. You thank God that you have these men in your life, never once thinking that it is wrong to do so. This is right…at least for the three of you.
Josh slips out of you first, kissing your forehead softly. His eyes shine with the love he feels for you. For both of you. Lance stays put a while longer but eventually follows the older man’s lead. He rolls onto his back and you turn to him, placing your head on his chest. He kisses the top of your head and whispers something about how amazing all of this is. Your eyelids are already starting to droop. You feel Josh spoon you from behind, his arms around your waist but his hands on Lance’s stomach. You’re fairly certain that he says that he loves you. But maybe he was talking to Lance. Or maybe to both of you. Maybe it just doesn’t matter. You wrestle only briefly with that thought, falling asleep quickly sandwiched between these two perfect men. No one has ever been so lucky.