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But it wasn’t like that with them.
“What’s on your mind?” Jason drew me out of my thoughts with his soft words. He was resting his head on my stomach, his face turned toward me.
“I was curious...have all of you ever...I mean...” I bit my lip as I tried to figure out the best way to ask, and I settled on being blunt. “Haveallof you ever had sex? With each other? Like obviously, you and Vincent fuck. And Manson and Lucas. But...do all of you...?”
“Manson and I tag-teamed Jason once,” Vincent said, and Jason chuckled in a way that told me he still hadn’t recovered. “Manson is a damn good kisser, but he and I are a little too set in our ways as tops to be compatible sexually. And Jason is afraid of Lucas.”
“I’m notafraidof him,” Jason grumbled. “The dude has a fucking metal bar through his dick. Excuse me for being a little hesitant about putting that in my ass.” But he smiled, shuddering slightly. “Lucas would fuck me up.”
“Hey,Itook his dick in my ass,” I said proudly, and Jason made a face as he mockingly mimicked my words. “It felt fantastic.”
“All right, Miss Anal Queen, you clearly have the superior ass.” Jason rolled his eyes. “What kind of plumbing you got down there, fucking steel pipes?”
I laughed until I was breathless. It had been a while since I’d smoked. I’d almost forgotten how much funnier it made things. “Sorry if that was a weird question.”
“Asking questions is good,” Vincent said. “That’s the best way to figure out what you need to know. Ask and listen. I was raised in an environment where polyamory was normalized, so this has always been second-nature. But I understand it can be difficult for some people to understand, especially when you’re used to monogamy.”
“There’s a lot more to love than most people think,” Jason said. “I used to think I was supposed to settle down with one woman, not have sex until my wedding night, and be loyal to my one and only forever. One person was supposed to fulfill everything for me, and I was supposed to do the same for them. I didn’t fit into that mold, though.” He twined his fingers through mine and brought my hand to his mouth so he could kiss it. “It’s impossible to compare the way I love Vincent to the way I love Manson, or the way I love Manson to the way I love Lucas. Intimacy can involve a lot of sex or a little sex, or none at all. Love is the same way — there’s no specific mold it has to fit. We’ve found what fulfills us.”
The way he looked at me as he said that, and the way his eyes moved to Vincent, gave me a warm feeling in my chest.
Vincent reached over me to grab his phone, bringing it back to bed. “Want to see something funny?” he said, the twinkle in his eye catching my interest.
“Are Jason’s nudes on there?” I said, snuggling closer as Vincent scrolled through his phone. He stopped his scrolling for a moment and clicked on a photo, opening it to show Jason in all his glory, naked and flexing in front of a mirror.
“You’ll have to excuse the fuckboy stance,” Jason said dryly, but I wasn’t complaining.
“God, you’re hot,” I said, and Jason made a choked sound as Vincent nodded in agreement.
“He’s hot as hell. We need to get him to wear sluttier clothes around the house.”
“Maybe some cut-off denim shorts?” I suggested, and Vincent nodded even more enthusiastically.
“Okay, okay, focus on the funny video instead of me,” Jason said, although I could see the smile trying to break free on his face.
“Oh my God, wait — is thisthevideo?” I said excitedly. “Is this the video of Lucas getting his dick pierced?”
Vincent nodded, and I almost squealed. “Yes, show me!”
“All right, troublemakers, playtime is over!”
The bedroom door flung open and Manson sauntered in, grinning at the sight of us with Lucas right behind him. Both he and Manson had showered and changed, with Manson wearing comfortable gray sweatpants and Lucas in only his boxers.
“Enough hogging the fucktoy all for yourselves,” Lucas said, flopping down on the bed beside me. He squished Jason in the process, who grunted in pain at the sudden weight. “God, I thought y’all just showered. You’re filthy.”
“Still a lot cleaner than when we started,” Jason grunted, huffing as he tried to get Lucas off him. They wrestled for a moment, their arms locked with tension as neither could force the other to move.
“Hey, hey, don’t bully him,” Vincent said, winking at me as he watched the shenanigans. “You’ll make him come again.”
“I bet he would,” Lucas said. “I bet — Hey! Wait a goddamn second, what is that video?”
He tried to snatch Vincent’s phone, but Vince was too fast, even high as a kite. His long arms easily held the phone out of reach as he leapt off the bed, almost colliding with Manson.
“Aw, come on, Lucas, I want to see it,” I said, before I squealed as Lucas grabbed me by the arm and dragged me beneath him. He covered my throat with bites and kisses that sounded far more vicious than they felt.
“You smell like weed,” he growled, mouth against me. “And dick.”
“Two of my favorite things,” Vincent said. He plucked at Manson’s shirt jokingly, saying, “Hey, bro, you’ve got a little something on your shirt.” But as Manson glanced down, Vincent flicked his nose before hurrying away to the kitchen, and Manson snorted. I held my hand out for him from underneath Lucas, and he joined us on the bed, taking my hand but offering no help.
