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“I thought we said no gifts,” Joey protests with a laugh. “But since that sounds so promising, I’ll let it slide.”

He heads for the loft with Scotty closely behind, and I follow. They both sit on the edge of the bed as I pull the wrapped box out of the front zipper of my suitcase. I ordered this a long time ago and debated even giving it to him because I didn’t want Scotty to feel left out that I didn’t get him anything, but I think this gift will help him feel more included and be perfect for our last night.

I hand the box to Joey, my eyes flicking between him and Scotty. “Merry Christmas, love.”

Joey takes the box, his curiosity evident in the tilt of his head, since usually we do experiences over gifts. He tears at the festive paper, revealing a plain black box. He lifts the lid, pushing aside the tissue paper to reveal the gift inside. A slow, knowing grin spreads across his face as he pulls out the pair of black boxer briefs with a red band around the top. They’re simple, but with a distinct feature: an uncovered slit in the front with a red bow keeping it closed right where his dick will be.

“Patrick,” Joey purrs, knowing exactly where this night will go now. He runs a thumb over the tie.

“I don’t believe in being subtle, you know that,” I reply, my gaze shifting to Scotty. He’s watching the exchange with open interest, a slight flush on his cheeks. “I thought you could model them for us. Go on. Put them on.”

Joey stands, facing away from us as he sheds his jeans and briefs, then he takes his time pulling on the new boxers, the black material sliding over his skin and hugging low on his hips. He tugs off his shirt, then turns, giving us both a full view. The fabric clings to him perfectly, accentuating the lean lines of his body and the firm curve of his ass. He looks edible, especially as his thickening dick attempts to free itself through the opening in the material, but the bow is keeping him tucked… for now.

“What do you think?” he asks, his voice playful as he looks at Scotty.

Scotty’s swallow is audible. “I think... I think Patrick has excellent taste.”

“I do,” I agree as I turn to drag the armchair in the corner of the room a bit closer to the bed before settling in. I make myself comfortable, resting my arms on the chair. “But I didn’t just buy them for him to model. I bought them for someone to unwrap.”

My meaning hangs in the air as Scotty’s eyes widen slightly as he looks from me to Joey, understanding dawning on his face.

“Oh,” he breathes out.

As much as I would enjoy unwrapping Joey myself, I want Scotty to understand just how much we want him here with us. We’ve always been physically comfortable with each other, and although it might seem strange to some, I have a feeling that our sexual connection might feel less vulnerable to him right now than the open, honest communication we attempted earlier.

I’m hoping tonight we can remind him how great the three of us are together to ease the concerns that I think had him so quiet earlier.

Joey laughs as he walks over to stand in front of Scotty, who’s still sitting on the edge of the bed. “Well,” Joey says, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Are you going to leave me waiting?”

Scotty looks up at him, his expression a mix of awe and desire. “Of course not.” Then he reaches out, his fingers tracing the waistband on Joey’s hips.

My arousal is stirring, but I’m content to watch for now. This is a gift for both of them. For all of us. I’ve always loved watching when Joey decides to take control with another man.

He leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to Joey’s pecs, then lower, just above his navel. Joey’s hand comes to rest on Scotty’s shoulders as he continues to kiss down his body, his lips lingering over the sensitive skin of Joey’s lower abdomen. He’s so close to the prize, yet he’s taking his time, savoring every moment. Watching how Scotty is worshipping Joey has my dick leaking precum, but I still ignore it for now. Scotty’s fingers trace the elastic of the waistband, then dip down to skim the fabric where it strains against Joey’s growing erection. The little red bow sits right in his path, a perfect, tempting target.

Instead of untying it, Scotty’s tongue darts out, flicking against the exposed skin through the slit. The sensation makes Joey gasp, his hips jerking forward. Scotty does it again, this time swirling his tongue around the knot before gently catching the loop of the bow between his teeth.

“Fuck,” Joey breathes out, his hands tightening on Scotty’s shoulders. “You’re such a tease.”

Scotty just looks up at him, his eyes dark with mischief, and pulls. It’s so incredibly sexy witnessing Scotty indulge in Joey while they both know I’m watching. As much as I know they’re enjoying the moment with each other, it also feels like they’re putting on a show, just for me. The bow comes undone, the slit now open, but his erection is tucked in there—no fault to Joey.

Scotty doesn’t use his hands. Instead, he presses his face against the opening and mouths at Joey through the material, his tongue tracing the shape of his cock, which is fully straining against the confines.

“Scotty, sweetheart, you’re teasing us both so much,” I break my silence, my palms gripped against the arms of the chair so I don’t stroke myself yet.

“He is,” Joey nearly whines.

“Take him out,” I instruct. Scotty chuckles, but does as I suggest, using his hand to adjust Joey’s cock until it springs free. The contrast between his flushed shaft against the black fabric is breathtaking.

“Taste him, sweetheart.”

Scotty sticks his tongue out, flattening it against the underside of Joey’s cock, giving it one long, wet lick from base to tip. Joey’s body shudders in pleasure before Scotty leans forward to collect the precum and swallow it down before wrapping his lips around Joey’s shaft.

Joey’s head falls back as he says, “God yes, just like that.”

From my vantage point in the chair, I have the perfect view of them both. It’s a treat watching Scotty bob on Joey’s cock, and I can no longer resist the urge to touch myself. I release my death grip on the fabric and unbutton my pants, not taking my eyes off my men. As Scotty hollows his cheeks and takes Joey down his throat, I slide my pants off and let them pool around my ankles on the floor.

“You like this, Patrick?” Joey asks, noticing me sitting there with my erection in my grip.