“You gonna come, baby?” I whisper in Gen’s ear, biting his ear lobe.
He nods. “Cairo feels so good.”
“I bet he does.”
Cairo’s face is filled with tension as he grinds into his friend, leaning across Gen to kiss me. When our lips meet, his breath hitches. Then Gen arches his back, filling the channel of flesh they’ve created as cum spills between his fingers.
Cairo gasps, pulling away as his cock splashes cum across Gen’s belly, hitting me in the process and creating a heady mixture of sex-soaked release. The two of them slump against me—Gen’s back to my chest, Cairo between his legs.
Seconds later, Cairo sinks to his knees, taking my throbbing, needy dick into his mouth. Gen notices and joins Cairo, the two of them sharing my cock now, kissing around it and drenching my shaft with their hot tongues. I wanted to fuck them, but maybe later, because I am seconds from exploding.
“Oh fuck,” I mumble, twisting my fingers in Gen’s hair as he deep throats me. Goddamn this boy can suck a dick.
“Make him come,” Cairo directs. “I want to taste him.”
“Help me,” Gen says.
Cairo reacts by sucking my balls into his mouth. I lift my legs and spread them, shamelessly inviting them to taste whatever they want, and neither disappoint, attacking my hole, stroking my dick, and sucking my balls until I can’t get a word that makes any sense out of my mouth.
“Fuck. I’m coming.”
At my announcement, Gen takes my length down his throat, swallowing around my cock and pushing me over the edge I desperately needed to find. I pump into his mouth, my head back, mouth gasping for air, white light behind my eyelids. When he releases me, I gaze down through hooded eyes to see Cairo and Gen kissing and sharing my release.
“Fuck. Goddamn you boys are hot.”
Genesis
I thought it might take us a bit to relax enough to get into it again, but I was wrong. Luca shakes something loose inside of me. The control I use to keep everything on my terms melts away as soon as he’s close.
Was that possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life? Yes, it was. With a man I find so deeply sexy and soothing to my soul, my stomach actually flutters from remembering what it felt like to be connected to him that way. I’ve wanted to try docking forever. I just never imagined it would be with my best friend and in front of an audience.
Luca lazily twists his fingers through my hair as I lay my head on his leg and Cairo leans on me.
“I think I could use food now,” Cairo says softly, then giggles. I love that little boyish laugh of his. I don’t hear it enough, but it strips down the gorgeous man to something sweeter, softer. Since Luca took us to this place, it feels like I’m seeing Cairo through brand new eyes.
“I could eat too,” Luca says.
Sighing, I sit up and stretch. “Pizza?”
“Mm, yes, that sounds good,” Luca says.
The three of us get up and head first to the bathroom to clean up a little, then back to the living room where I pour more drinks and Cairo orders pizza. Reluctantly, we threw on underwear, but I’d rather sit around naked with these two. Cairo grabbed his robe so he could put it on to answer the door when our food arrives.
We dig in, eating in comfortable silence. Well, they seem comfortable. I’m not at all. Now that it’s obvious this isn’t going to be something we just did once for fun, I think it’s important we understand what this is.
“I propose some ground rules.”
Both guys look at me. Cairo already looks suspect, as if he knows I’m going to rain on this parade, because let’s face it, I am, and he knows me well.
“Obviously, this situation is a little unconventional. We have the same group of friends and coworkers, so I think discretion is needed.”
“What do you mean?” Luca asks, pulling a piece of pepperoni off his pizza and eating it separately.
“I think we should just keep it to ourselves.” I avoid their eyes as I speak.
“Because?” Luca asks, a hint of defensiveness in his tone.
“Because it’s private,” I answer.
When I look up, Luca is nodding, his jaw set, staring straight ahead.
“Gen has a point,” Cairo speaks up. “You know how some of the guys can be. I love them all, but a lot of them would see this as…” He shrugs, his words trailing off.
“As what, Cai?” Luca says.
“You know, like they might fetishize us.”
“I don’t think that’s—” Luca stops. “Last week there was a conversation at the shop about sex, and some of the guys were teasing Casper about his Daddy relationship and asking invasive questions, until he shut it down. You make a good point, actually.”
“Plus, I don’t want Saint to think me and Cai doing this would affect our work relationship. And if Casper or Jude know, Saint will know.”
Luca nods. “I get it. I agree. Let’s keep it between us. We’re just friends hanging out. Nothing more to tell than that.”
I relax inside. “Agreed. Cairo?”
“Agreed.”
“Good.”
Now, if I can make sure these two remember we’re just friends with benefits, I’ll sleep well at night.
When I open my eyes, I roll to my side and nuzzle against a warm body before waking up enough to realize it’s Luca. Reaching behind me, I feel for Cairo, who murmurs in his sleep from my touch. It’s hard to believe it’s been three weeks already of hanging out two or three times a week, fucking like kinky rabbits, and waking up in each other’s arms. I’d be lying to myself, and all the gay gods, if I said it didn’t feel good.
Cairo has always been easy to be around. We have things in common. We love shopping, eating, and dishing about our favorite celebrities. What I didn’t expect was Luca fitting into that so easily. He’s funny, sweet, charming, and sexy as fuck. Every time he says my name in that sexy, southern drawl, it puts a chink in my armor. And every time he leaves, I put the armor back together. I know from past experience, as soon as feelings get introduced, it all goes to shit. As much as I wish I could put my guard down one more time, I know I can't. The idea makes my stomach clench like a dry heave. No one is getting to this heart again—not even gorgeous Luca and nearly perfect Cairo.
I wish I could stop thinking about it so much. When I’m with them, I’m super happy, finding it easy to spend entire weekends with them. But, come Sunday, I force myself to go home, to be alone and stay grounded in myself. I can’t let myself get lost in someone else again. Two someones, in this case. Besides, there’s an expiration date on this situation. I just know, one day, Cairo will pull me aside at work and tell me that he’s fallen for Luca and he’d like to try a relationship. I’ll smile and hug him, telling him how happy I am for them and how perfect they are together. I’ll graciously bow out and insist this is exactly what I always hoped would happen for them. Then I’ll get on a hookup app and find someone to fuck the feelings away. It’s a formula that works for me.
“Morning,” Cairo says, his lips pressed against my shoulder blade. “It’s cold.”