Page 57 of Sidelined

A few whistles sound around the room as we open Julian’s bedroom door and close it behind us.

I can’t believe we’re really doing this shit right now, but my blood is thrumming in my veins just imagining it. Rome started this, and now I’m going to finish it. We’re going all the way.

“On your knees,” I command. His eyes dart over to Julian quickly before he drops down with ease.

Julian opens the drawer in his nightstand, pulling out a joint. He lights it up, taking a couple of hits before passing it to me with a certain look in his eyes. It’s probably his way of acknowledging that he does respect our relationship, since it sure as shit didn’t appear that way when the night started. He’s lucky I know Rome suckered him into this shit.

I take the token for what it is and hit it a couple of times myself. We leisurely pass it back and forth for a while as Rome kneels on the floor, watching us.

“Come the fuck on,” he complains. “You’re really going to leave me out of the rotation?”

Only then do I acknowledge his presence. “Not a word,” I say, wanting him to still be under the illusion that I’m angry, and a small part of me is. When I look at Julian, all I can think about is his fucking hands that have been all over my boyfriend, the way Rome just rode his dick right in front of me. I grit my teeth. It was equally as hot as it was infuriating.

“Looks like you’re gonna have to earn it, man,” Julian tells him easily. He stubs the half-smoked joint out in an ashtray.

I unbutton my jeans, sliding them and my briefs to my knees in one go, nodding at Julian to do the same, our cocks both long and solid as we wrap our hands around them. Rome’s mouth falls open as his eyes bounce between each of us, openly ogling my best friend's junk. “You think Julian has a nice, big dick, don’t you? You think he’s hot?”

Rome pauses before speaking. “I do,” he says. “Julian’s sexy as hell, and I could tell he had a massive dick, just like you, when I was grinding on it.” The little shit looks up through his eyelashes at me, a smirk planted on his face.

“You hear that, Julian? My boyfriend is a slut for big cocks.”

“I can tell,” Julian muses.

Rome squirms around on his knees, clearly growing impatient. “Let me—”

“Not a fucking word, I said. You should know better,” I interrupt. My voice is hard and severe, and he stills, a flush spreading across his skin even as his teeth clench. Always at war with himself. I approach him and grip his face, hard and unyielding. With my pants still at my knees, I aim my dick at his lips, smearing them with precome. He opens his mouth, attempting to dart out his tongue, but I back up quickly. I grab his short hair, and using my other hand, I land a hard slap to his cheek.

He groans as his face jerks to the side. I know that one stung, but when he meets my gaze again, he’s grinning like the little psycho he is. He loves it.

His eyes lock on the scar he gave me a couple of months ago. He leans forward quickly, trailing a hand over the other raised lines of silvery skin that are scattered around it before pressing a kiss to it. He gazes up at me adoringly as he slowly withdraws, leaving warmth coiling in my gut. I could never punish him for that, so I swallow, and say, “Lick the tip.” I bring it closer to his lips, and his pink tongue darts out again, long and flat. He slides it from the underside of my flared head to the tip, pressing into the hole. I hiss, and he continues, the slow drag driving me crazy. All I want to do is thrust my cock all the way into his throat, choke him with it.

Not yet, I have to remind myself.

I crook my fingers at Julian, and he sidles up next to me, still slowly stroking his shaft. “Lick Julian’s,” I grunt. Never thought those words or anything like them would be coming from my mouth. As Rome flicks his tongue out at Julian’s darker flesh, a pang lances through my gut, but blood throbs between my legs, too. This is fucked all the way up.

Rome’s eyes fall closed as he swirls his tongue, getting lost in the taste of someone new—someone other than me.

4

ROME

A hand grips my short hair, roughly tugging my head back. Definitely, Dev. I don’t think Julian’s comfortable enough to treat me that way just yet, or if Dev will even let him. I saw the look of shock on his face when Devin slapped me. It was a hard slap too; he knows how I like it.

He makes me look him in the eyes. He’s fully naked now, his combat boots and jeans nowhere to be seen. “Open your mouth,” he says. The way he sounds, all deep and commanding, is enough to make me obey anything. His voice seeps into my skin and weaves around my bones like a chain that ties me to him.

My mouth falls open.

“You like the way he tastes, don’t you?” he asks.

I nod my head, tugging my hair in his grip.

“Spit in his mouth, Julian. Let’s see if he means it.”

My eyes widen, but I stay still. It’s not that I don't want to swallow Julian’s spit; it’s just that I can hear the jealousy in Devin’s tone.

Julian follows suit, leaning over and gathering spit on his tongue before letting it slide onto mine. I swallow it down immediately with a hum of appreciation.

My scalp burns when Dev’s fingers tighten. He leans down to whisper in my ear, voice like gravel, “Taste better than me?”

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