Take This Man: Gay Romance Stories (8 page)

He dragged Mike against the car by the belt around his waist. His steps stuttered into Toby, but his kiss was sure, confident, though the rest of him was nervous. Fingers clenched and released at his sides as Mike leaned into Toby, into the kiss that was moving beyond the first dry press of lips to tongues and teeth and the taste of them both.

“I like it,” Azzo said, his hands landing on Mike’s shoulders to hold him steady. Azzo kissed him from behind, sucking a mark on the pale expanse of his long neck. Toby leaned back against the door so he could watch. He held on to Mike’s belt, sneaking his fingers up under his shirt so he could stroke the soft skin and jumping muscles while Azzo made his mark on Mike. “Let’s go home,” he said, opening the door and, with his hand on Mike’s head, guiding him into the backseat.

When he straightened, Azzo leaned into Toby again, whispering against his lips, “I can’t wait.”

Toby watched Mike in the rearview mirror. He thought about asking how the kid was doing, but he was calm, his eyes closed, and his head leaned back against the seat. He wasn’t asleep. Toby could tell from his breathing, slow and regular, but deliberate. Mike had his fists clenched in the seat on either side of his thighs. He was hanging on for dear life. Toby left him alone, but he was pretty to watch.

They hadn’t ever done this before; that much was true. Toby and Azzo had talked about threesomes before. But when you get together in college and stay together for two decades, you don’t play the same games that single people do.

He couldn’t explain why tonight was the right time, why Mike was the right third, why Toby wanted to do this.

“I’m happy with you,” he said, putting his hand on Azzo’s on the steering wheel.

“I know,” Azzo said, taking a bare second to glance over.

Toby took his hand back. He caught a glimpse of Mike in the backseat, and Mike was looking back. “He is very cute,” Toby said, matching grin for grin with his companions in the car.

Azzo laughed. His laugh was the best, the best part of Toby’s life, and he heard it every single day.

Toby walked ahead once they were home, opening his own car door before Azzo could do it for him, and leaving the front door ajar for when they decided to join him. He went straight upstairs. An hour ago, Toby didn’t know this was going to happen. Now he wanted it. Now he was hard for it. Now he had the time to think about how it would go and what he wanted.

He stripped the covers off the bed and found condoms and lube, tossing them on the pillow. He rinsed his mouth quickly, because there was no time for brushing, stripped his clothes straight into the hamper, and wandered back to the bedroom to find a clean pair of briefs.

Downstairs, he heard the door slam shut. The sound made his cock jerk, and then there were steps on the stairs, and Mike laughing, so different from Azzo. He heard Azzo, too, then the sound was muffled, and Toby knew kissing was happening.

He watched from the doorway, waiting for his husband and their new friend to join him. They were beautiful together, in the way that opposites are beautiful. In color, size, experience, Azzo and Mike were nothing alike. But they fit. Azzo fit his arms around Mike’s shoulders, sheltering him from Toby’s view, except for those long white arms twined around Azzo’s back.

“Toby,” Azzo said, bringing Mike to him, like they were being introduced for the first time. “See how hard he is?”

Toby put his hand on Mike’s thick cock, still pushing its way out of his foreskin, still growing to its full, proud size. He leaned down to kiss Mike’s shoulder, along the line of his collarbone, and down to his pink nipples. He licked them and pulled at them with his teeth until the tight peaks were circled with goose bumps, spreading across Mike’s chest as Toby licked his way down further.

“I didn’t know,” Mike said, shaking his head against Azzo. With his arms crossed over Mike’s chest, Azzo continued what Toby started with his nipples. He tweaked them with his big fingers, making Mike gasp and pant. “I didn’t know it could feel like this.”

“And we’re just getting started,” Azzo said.

Before that fat cock tempted Toby down to his knees on the hardwood floor, he straightened, grabbed hold of Mike around his hips and dragged them both into the bedroom. They sat on the edge of the bed, Mike between them. He was twitchy, and Toby wondered if it was nerves or arousal.

“Take a breath,” Azzo said.

Toby put his hand on Mike’s back. “We can stop right here.”

“No,” he yelped. “I want to do this,” he said, nuzzling into Toby like a cat into the hand scratching its head. “I haven’t done this before, but I want to do this.”

“When you say haven’t?” Azzo asked. He had his hand on Mike’s thigh, high up, and his fingers were rubbing over the soft inner skin. “You mean this specifically, right? A threesome?”

“Yes,” Mike said, turning to smile, a bit shy, at Azzo on his other side. He nuzzled into him, too, and when the nuzzle turned into a kiss, and the kiss turned dirty and deep, the two of them fell back onto the bed. Mike curled into Azzo, leaving his bare ass up for Toby’s enjoyment.

The kid was fit, tight like a runner might be, not muscles all over, but not flabby. He was so white, but Toby figured that’s how all blonds were, light skin and gorgeous blue eyes. The hair on his legs was so fine and light as to be invisible. It was the same around his hole, which clenched beautifully when Toby pulled his cheeks apart.

“Can I?” he asked. Toby kissed Mike right above the crease, rubbing his nose back and forth, just to see more goose bumps.

He heard Mike’s breathy answer above. “Yes,” he said into Azzo’s chest, muffled, but insistent.

Pressing his face into Mike, Toby pulled a breath deep into his lungs. He swept his tongue wide and flat over the hole, which was desperate to open now. With Azzo taking care of Mike’s mouth, Toby focused his attention right here, this one point in the universe, and the tight space beyond.

The lube was right there for him, so Toby squeezed some out onto his fingers, and when his tongue wasn’t enough for Mike, he pushed two slick fingers inside. Mike bucked against Azzo, who held him tight around his shoulders.

“More,” Azzo told Toby. “The kid wants more.”

Toby gave him three fingers. Then Toby twisted those fingers, up and at an angle, and he found the button he was looking for. When Toby added another finger, the keening noise Mike made was almost too much. He almost made Toby come, pulsing around his fingers and sucking him farther inside.

Azzo was moving up the bed. He was still wearing his shirt, though it was unbuttoned now. He was the last of them still clothed, and now Azzo guided Mike’s head down to his fly, encouraging the kid to go exploring.

Toby was all ready to fuck him, but there was a delicious scene happening in front of him. His husband on his back, hands in Mike’s hair, and that big cock of his just poking out of his boxer shorts, through the open fly of his jeans. He watched Azzo’s face as Mike sucked him down, watched for the surprise and the pleasure, Azzo’s tongue caught between his teeth, and his eyes rolling back.

“He’s good,” Toby said. “Isn’t he good, Az?” With his fingers still inside Mike, Toby matched the rhythm, pushing in when Mike sucked down, taking Azzo’s hard cock all the way into his throat. Toby pulled his fingers out, teasing the rim of Mike’s hole, when Mike dragged his mouth off, until only his lips were touching the dripping head of the erection he held with both hands. They kept that up, moving syrup slow because that’s how Azzo liked it and that’s how Toby guided Mike.

“Pass me a condom?” Toby had to finally remove his fingers because he couldn’t do this left-handed. He stroked a gentle hand over Mike’s back as he eased his fingers out, all four of them, and he felt a shiver when Mike made the most glorious moan around Azzo’s cock.

He was quick to rip the foil open with his teeth, roll the condom down on his own erection that was demanding some attention, and use his already-slick fingers to prepare his cock. Mike’s hole was ready, too, opening and closing like a hungry mouth as the younger man’s hips moved against the bed.

Toby draped himself over Mike’s back, sucking a kiss on the back of his neck and riding his up-and-down rhythm on Azzo’s cock. “You’re doing so good, baby,” he said, scraping his teeth over the curve of Mike’s ear. “Listen to him groan. Azzo loves your mouth, Mike.”

Hands on Mike’s shoulders, Toby pushed himself up to reach Azzo’s mouth. He wanted to taste those grunts and groans for himself. Toby mashed their lips together, opening his mouth wide when Azzo pushed his tongue inside. “Okay,” Toby said, his voice rough with arousal, wavering like his cock, pressed between Mike’s asscheeks. “I’m going to fuck him now.”

Azzo said, “Yes, fuck him now.”

For all they had talked about this particular fantasy, Toby never believed it would happen. Finding himself here, in bed with his husband, this eager twenty-two-year-old between them, Toby needed a moment to think. He ran his hand down Mike’s back, tracing the goose bumps and feeling how Mike’s muscles jumped as Toby touched him. He was real. He was young. He was choking on Azzo’s cock, and he wanted Toby to fuck him.

“Sit up, baby,” Toby said. He grabbed Mike around his hips and eased him back, off Azzo, onto his haunches to sit back against Toby’s chest. Toby’s cock was ready, pressing up against Mike’s ass. “You’re okay,” he said, rubbing a comforting hand over Mike’s belly. He was panting, with his head resting on Toby’s shoulder. “Tell me you want this.”

“I want this,” Mike said, no hesitation in his voice, just the rough, used sound of a cocksucking throat. “I want this,” Mike said, more forcefully. “Fuck me.”

Toby had to fuck him. He reached down between their bodies, grasping himself at the base and guiding his slick and condom-covered cock into Mike, straight up. It was one easy push, and they were joined. Mike’s hand flailed at his side before Azzo caught him, pressed in close to hold Mike between their chests, and he put Mike’s hands on his cock to finish the job. Azzo was still hard, Mike was panting in his ear, and Toby set them a rhythm like breathing.

In and out, until Mike was bouncing in his lap, squeezing his ass around Toby’s cock to make it good and opening himself up to make it deep. Toby put his mouth on Mike from behind, just trying to hang on, make it last. He couldn’t believe how long the kid could go.

Mike made Azzo come first, folding his body into a beautiful curve to put his mouth on Azzo’s cock and swallow down his orgasm. Toby held his husband’s hand through it all, and he felt when it was too much and when Azzo was ready to let go. He felt Azzo come into the body between them.

Toby took his time, digging his teeth into Mike’s shoulder when his orgasm rushed inside him. Mike was stroking his own cock, whimpering, dragging himself to the finish line, like he was the only one who would, like Toby and Azzo wouldn’t be there to take care of him.

“I’ll get you there,” Toby said. He thrust his hips up as he pulled Mike back into his lap, driving his cock deeper. He wanted to get Mike there first. Toby wanted to feel him around his cock. Toby didn’t want to come until Mike was shouting out his orgasm and squeezing himself around Toby’s cock.

The feel of it, that tight passage, sucking Toby inside and holding him there. Mike was holding them together, and Toby did the same, one arm across Mike’s chest and the other, his hand on Mike’s hand, pulling until Mike had nothing left to shoot, until Azzo’s heaving chest was splattered with come, until Toby let out a roar against Mike’s skin and came, too, deep inside Mike’s ass.

Limp, heavy and tired, Toby guided them down onto the bed next to where Azzo was still recovering. Mike lay between them, cradled with Toby’s cock in his ass and Azzo’s hands in his hair.

“That was new,” Azzo said, because he was the only one who could wrap his mouth around words. Mike laughed, and Toby felt it in his own body, almost too much, like another orgasm too soon. He pulled his cock out and flopped, sweaty, on his side of the bed. Azzo had Mike in his arms now, brushing his fingers through his hair and asking soft questions Toby could barely hear.

Mike was saying, “Yes,” and “Yeah,” and “I do,” and Toby agreed. He didn’t know what this was, but with his husband in their bed beside him, this boy in their bed between them, Toby thought another round might be fun.

THE ROAD TRIP

Kitten Boheme

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top!” I swatted Finn’s hand away from my face.

“What?” Finn looked at me innocently.

“I’m trying to drive! Do you want us to get there alive?”

Finn groaned and sunk down deep into his seat. “At this point I don’t care!”

I took my eyes off the road long enough to shoot a glare in his direction. “This road trip was your idea.”

“I’m bored.”

“What are you? Three?”

“Are we there yet?”

I raised an eyebrow and looked over at him. He grinned back at me.

A few months ago Finn announced that for our five-year anniversary of being a couple we should get out of our little upstate New York apartment and see more of the world.
Great
, I thought,
we can finally use our frequent flyer miles and book a vacation to Hawaii
. But no, he thought we should see America the old-fashioned way—by car.

I reached over and smacked him on the knee. “Behave yourself.”

He grabbed my hand and threaded his fingers through mine; lifting it to his mouth he planted a kiss on the back of my hand. “I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

I wanted to be mad at him; we had spent the last sixteen hours in the car and had had a terrible night’s sleep in some sketchy roadside motel. I was edging on my last nerve, but then he looked at me with those baby blues of his and instantly all was forgiven—the bad coffee, the drive-through meals and every roadside tourist trap he made us stop at between New York and Minnesota.

“All right, I may just love you too.” I confessed.

“I know,” he chirped, giving my hand a quick squeeze.

We sat in silence for some time, enjoying the chatter of NPR and the constant hum of the road beneath us.