I nod, forcing a smile to my lips. I don’t know what it will take to get Gen to open his heart to love again, but I know one thing for sure.
It isn’t going to be me who makes it happen.
Luca
“Hey, Luca,” Casper says. “You coming with me to the bakery this morning?”
“Nah. I’m gonna set up for my client. Big piece today. Rising phoenix on his back.”
“Sweet. I love doing those.”
“Me too.” I grab my sketch pad. “What do you think?”
Casper gazes at it for what feels like ages. “It’s incredible, Luca.”
I smile, exhaling. “Thanks, man. I hope he likes it. He didn't really know exactly what he wanted so I sketched this out.”
“It’s bad ass. I think he’ll like it. Anyone would, honestly.”
“Thanks.” I set the sketchpad down. “Things good with you and Saint?”
His face lights up. “Amazing. He’s so good to me.”
“I’m happy for you. I remember when y’all were still trying to figure it out.”
He nods. “We both had shit to get over, you know.”
“Yeah.”
“What about you?” Casper asks. “Any major traumas blocking you from true love?”
I laugh as I set up my tray. “Not really. I’m open to love. More than open. I’m ready. I’ve always wanted to settle down. Maybe it’s a product of being adopted.”
“Maybe.” He watches me for a second, and I know another question is coming. “I noticed yesterday you didn’t say hi to Genesis. Everything okay there?”
“Definitely. We hung out over the weekend, and I’ve learned Genesis is the kind of person who needs a little space.”
“Ah. And Cairo? He doesn’t need space?”
“Doesn’t seem to.”
“I remember when we talked back before Saint and I were official.”
“Yeah?”
“We talked about just jumping in and trying, right?”
“I remember.”
Casper smiles. “Is that what you’re doing? Trying, with both of them?”
I pause prepping my station and sit in my chair, running my fingers through my hair. “Yeah. I’m trying. There’s a chemistry there I haven’t had with even one person before, much less two. I’m not sure what either of them think yet, though. I just made my move.”
“So that’s why Cairo was looking at you like a thirsty man in the desert.”
I chuckle. “Was he?”
“I thought so. I can see the excitement, chasing both of them. Did you figure out what you’ll do if you catch them?”
A smile pulls at my face. “Trust me. I’ve got a plan.”
“I wish you luck, man. You’ve got your hands full.”
“Nothing wrong with that.”
“Nope. Just ask Saint.”
We both laugh.
Later that evening, as I stand at Cairo’s massive front door, I exhale slowly and ring the bell. I still can’t believe he lives in a house this big. There are celebrities and athletes in this neighborhood.
The door opens and Cairo smiles. “Hi.”
“Hey.” I step inside and kiss his cheek, inhaling his sweet, sexy scent. “You look good.”
“So do you.”
“Gen here yet?”
“Yes. He’s in the salon, as he calls it.”
I chuckle. “He’s so fancy.”
“He is.”
Cairo leads me through the grand foyer to the living room where Gen is filling martini glasses from a pitcher. He glances up at me and smiles. I’m quickly learning that’s his signature smile. He uses it in a lot of situations, and I’m dying to find out who the man is underneath that smile.
“Hey, boo,” Gen says.
“Hi.”
“Do you want me to order food?” Cairo asks, rubbing my arm. “You hungry?”
“I’m hungry.” I wrap an arm around his waist. “Been hungry since Sunday when I left you.”
Cairo’s eyes soften as he reaches up and rubs the stubble on my cheek. “I bet we can get you fed.”
“Counting on it.”
When my eyes shift to Genesis, he isn’t paying attention to our interaction. Instead, he’s twisting lemon peels and putting them in each glass. He lifts a glass to me, but I steal a taste of Cairo’s lips before I join Gen on the couch and take it. The three of us clink glasses, and then the first burst of the cold citrusy drink hits my tongue, burning and quickly warming me as it moves down my throat.
“Whew, that’s got a punch.”
Gen grins. “I may have been a little heavy handed on the Tito’s.”
“It’s delicious though.”
“Drink up.”
The three of us sip in silence for a few seconds, and my instinct tells me if I want to get on them, I need to kick things off, and do it now. I need to remember they’ve been friends only until last Saturday night. It’s my job to help them navigate this.
“I’ve been thinking about something since Saturday.”
They both look at me with interest.
“I would love to see the two of you make out.” Gen’s perfectly arched eyebrow goes up. “Make out, touch each other, those delicious cocks between your legs smashed together.” I bite my bottom lip. “Would you do that for me?”
Gen twists to look at Cairo, who gives a slight nod. Without words, Gen sets his glass down, then takes Cairo’s and puts it on the coffee table. I lean back on the uncomfortable couch to watch. Frankly, I’d sit on a bed of nails for this show.
They stand in front of me, Gen clearly taking the lead as he pulls a slightly hesitant Cairo into his arms. They kiss, starting slowly, but the heat between them grows until the two of them are grinding together, hands and mouths exploring. I palm my hardening dick through my jeans. Fuck, that looks good. I want to get in there, but I’ll bide my time.
Gen pulls Cairo’s shirt over his head, still attacking his mouth as he tugs his own off. Their pants come off next. My eyes greedily take in the show—these two luscious boys rubbing and kissing together, inches from me. I reach out and drag a hand over the silky softness of Gen’s ass, and he moves them slightly closer to me so their legs are touching mine.
“Shouldn’t you be naked?” Cairo murmurs between kisses, gazing down at me.
Chuckling, I stand and get my clothes off. I want one of them to suck the other off, but curiosity takes over when Gen glances at me with the most delicious look in his eyes. He steps back from Cairo a little, stroking both of their cocks in his hand. My mouth falls open as he aligns the tips of their cocks and pulls his foreskin over the head of Cairo’s dick.
Cairo’s eyes widen, but then he relaxes as Gen creates a sheath of skin around them. My eyes lock onto what’s happening. I can see their dicks jockeying for position through the stretched skin, poking out as if escaping, but then getting lost in flesh again. Gen’s grip is tight as he jacks them off together—two hard cocks becoming one in his hand.
Gen steps them backwards and pulls them down so that he’s on my lap and Cairo is between his legs. They frot together, the sound of their heated breathing filling the space around us, dicks connected, moaning, kissing, writhing in pleasure, their smooth limbs tangled in mine. Genesis gazes up at me, inviting me to steal his kiss from Cairo, so I do, tasting what can only be described as Genesis.