He perks up and closes the box, carefully putting it away in his pants. He stands, but he keeps glancing back at it like it will disappear. Even if it did, I’d just get him another one. I never want him to worry about anything. Heaving to my feet, I wrap my arm around his waist and tug him closer. He lands against my chest with a little gasp, peering up at me. “Come on, let’s go play.” I turn him, and when he’s at the pool’s edge, I grin evilly at Noah, who’s already in the water. Lifting Mackie, I leap in. The water surrounds us for a second until I break the surface. Mackie gasps in my arms before he pushes away, splashing me with a narrow-eyed look.
“Is that how you want to do this?” he snarls in what I presume he thinks is a threatening way, but it’s just so fucking cute, I want to kiss him.
“Show me what you’ve got, baby boy,” I taunt as Noah comes up behind him. Mackie yelps as he’s dragged under, only to pop up a little ways away, pointing at us as he pushes his hair back.
“I see how it is. Team up on me. Fine!”
“You take the left. I’ll take the right,” I tell Noah, who nods, and Mackie’s eyes widen.
“Oh shit!” He turns and tries to swim away, but we are too fast. We dunk him in turns, swinging him around until there are no more tears, just his uninhibited laughter filling the air.
His eyes glitter with happiness, and he looks so beautiful that all I can do is stare at him.
He must feel my gaze because his laughter trails off as he stares into my eyes and swallows, his hair hanging on his forehead in wet tendrils. I reach out and push his hair back, kissing him.
Hegasps into my mouth, his hands pressing against my pecs as I drag him closer, pulling on his hips until he’s flush against me. I can feel every inch of his warm, hard muscles rubbing against me as I tilt my head and deepen the kiss. It’s cruel, since Noah is right there, but I couldn’t stop if I tried. I want him too badly, and when he’s so happy and beautiful, well, I have to prove he’s mine.
The water around us moves, and my eyes open. Mackie’s are closed as he leans into me, digging his nails into my chest. His cock, hard and long, presses against me, but I look over his shoulder. I expected to see possessiveness and jealousy in Noah’s gaze, but it seems after our discussion, he’s pushing that aside. We share a look, and he wades through the water until he’s pressed against Mackie’s back.
I feel his hands slide around his sides, but I ignore them as Mackie pulls away. His eyes fly open as he tries to turn, but we keep him trapped between us. His plush mouth is red from how hard I kissed him, and his cheeks are flushed with desire. He looks confused as his eyes flit to mine. I see worry in their depths, something we need to remove.
We need this, all of us. Nothing will break us.
This isn’t about sex. It’s so much more. Noah and I have been talking a lot recently. We don’t know what is normal in these relationships, so we are just following what feels right to us. We don’t mind sharing Mackie if he’s between us and it’s what he wants. There is nothing between Noah and me other than friendship and love for the same man, love we want to flourish until he never worries again. It was an uncomfortable conversation to have, that’s for sure, but we needed to be frank about our limits. It brought us a lot closer, and after the hospital, we have newfound respect and tolerance for each other. We might never be best friends, but there’s one thing we agree on—we love Mackie more than we hate each other.
Sliding my hands down his sides, I grip his trunks and start to tug them down, but he struggles and pushes against me. “Conan,” he murmurs. “Noah, I’m sorry. I got carried away—” His words cut off as Noah bites his neck. Mackie’s eyelids flutter shut for a moment, hisface going slack with ecstasy. That fucking look . . . I almost spill in my borrowed fucking shorts. I want to see it when he comes. I want to see it while he’s between us, being worshiped like he should be.
He loves and gets us both in every way he wants.
“Stop thinking, baby,” Noah whispers when he releases his skin, leaving a teeth imprint behind. “I like having you right in front of me, in my arms. Don’t think, not tonight. Leave that to us?—”
“But,” he protests, so taking a page out of Noah’s book, I bite the other side of his neck.
He yelps, but his head falls to the side to give me better access as I sink my teeth in until he jerks against me, rolling his hips, then I pull away, soothing the bite with my tongue. When I lift my head, I understand why Noah did it. The satisfaction of seeing my mark on his neck has me swelling in my shorts. I’ve never been one for marking, but seeing Mackie with my bite, knowing he’s mine? The idea drives me crazy, so I bite his collarbone until he pushes me away.
“Conan, Noah, what’s going on?”
“What did he just say?” I murmur as I roll my eyes up to meet his as I slide my mouth down and curl my tongue around his nipple. He fights his desire, swaying between us. “No thinking.”
“But this— I?—”
Noah’s hand covers his mouth, stopping his words, and his eyes widen. “Looks like we’ll need to show him and keep him silent.”
“I can take care of that,” I promise, and he removes his hand. Gripping Mackie’s chin, I drag his head up before he can protest any more, then I press my lips to his. He answers, and our tongues tangle again. Our kiss is slow at first, but I demand more, and it soon turns wild.
I feel Noah moving, then Mackie’s shorts slide down between us, his cock springing free until it’s pressed against me. Sliding one hand down, I curl my hand around his length, squeezing and sliding it through my fist. The sound of water lapping faster reaches me as he moans and kisses me harder.
Tightening my hand around his cock, I squeeze until he pulls away. His eyes open as he silently begs me to stop, panic in his gaze as Noah moves behind him. Mackie jerks and falls forward, widening his legs.
“Wait—wait—” Mackie’s words end in a loud groan, his head falling forward to my chest as he whines, and I know Noah is inside him. That noise drives me crazy every time I push into him.
Lifting his head, Mackie tries to escape when he realizes what’s happening, protests slipping from his throat. Mackie always wants to make everyone happy, but tonight is all about him.
“Shh,” Noah whispers before biting down. “Be a good boy and kiss Conan. Let him feel your desire while I work inside you.”
“I— You—” He shakes his head, grabbing my shoulders and holding on as he falls forward into me from the force of Noah’s thrust. “Conan, I’m sorry?—”
“Why are you sorry, beautiful?” I murmur as I squeeze his cock until his eyes roll back. “I’m next. You’re going to take both of us, aren’t you?”
