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Gabe doesn’t even try to argue with her drunk arse, which makes him smarter than most. He finally manages to pass her off to Serena. My ex-roomie pulls Rachel into a cluster of three clones who immediately begin crooning about how guys suck and Rachel’s so much better off without Wyatt. Which makes Rachel burst into tears.
Gabe looks at me helplessly. I shake my head and hold my hand out to him. There was never any way Rachel’s night was going to end without tears. She might as well get them over with while she’s still too wasted to remember them tomorrow.
A smile so bright it’s painful to see lights Gabe’s face. He rushes forward to take my hand and when I draw him into my and Charlie’s circle, he throws his arms around both of us.
Before he reads too much into my gesture, I press my forehead against his and look straight into those eyes which are already shifting towards midnight. “We’re not doing anything tonight. We’re not making any decisions. But we’re ready to listen, if you’re ready to talk,” I tell him.
“So ready,” he says, drawing me between him and Charlie by folding our hands together and pressing them against his heart. “Dance with me?”
I nod and let him guide me into the rhythm. Charlie presses in behind me and I find myself in the middle of a hot boy sandwich. Like the last one, I can’t really enjoy this because of the ugly emotions hanging around us like shrouds. But I try to put all that aside for a minute and just enjoy the physical closeness of my boys.
We don’t have room to do much more than grind on each other, so that’s what we do. Gabe keeps my hand twined with his and clutched to his chest, while he drapes his other arm over my shoulder and curves his hand around the back of Charlie’s neck. Charlie has one hand on my hip. The other’s fisted in Gabe’s shirt.
Mashed in the middle, I don’t have much choice but to let them lead me. As one song fades to the next, I relax into it more and more, until I’m a ragdoll between them. My head lolls back on Charlie’s shoulder. Gabe presses in so close that his jaw brushes across my lips over and over, his skin silky and sheened with sweat. Behind me, Charlie rolls his chest and abs against my back, the motion hypnotic. Both boys have their legs between mine, so I’m riding their thighs.
We don’t speak while we dance, for which I’m grateful. I don’t know what to say to Gabe yet. Instead, we can have this time—not quiet because of the noise of the party, which I’m amazed the neighbors haven’t called in to campus security yet—but peaceful. Where there’s nothing but motion and the connection of our bodies.
I’m not sure when the party begins to wind down. While the music keeps playing, we keep dancing. At some point, the playlist changed over from Rachel’s to Charlie’s. Dragons Reimagined is laying down track after thumping track and I’m feeling like I could dance all night.
I’m completely relaxed between my boys. My eyelids are heavy. My lips are swollen from the brush of Gabe’s skin. I’m throbbing with heat from being sandwiched between their two sweaty bodies. I’m suspended in a moment of waking out of a fever dream. In that twilight where everything’s still pleasantly vague and flushed. Before the reality of banging head and stuffy nose sets in. Knowing that the return to reality can’t possibly be as good as this moment, I cling to it, wanting to stretch it out as long as I can.
More and more space opens around us, until we’re alone in our corner of the lounge. Cool air finally begins to dry the sweat gilding our limbs. The percussion of the door opening and closing as people leave becomes as steady as the music’s drumbeat.
Charlie finally breaks the moment. He shifts his hold on Gabe’s shirt and grabs the collar. Pulling Gabe forward, Charlie slams his mouth down on Gabe’s.
I barely breathe as I stare up at the boys kissing. They don’t stop dancing. Their kiss becomes part of our rhythm as their tongues touch, part, and twine. I was already aware of their erections. Gabe’s down the thigh I’m riding; Charlie’s nudging against my arse with every roll of his hips. Now they mash into me. Charlie curves his hand around to flatten against my belly. He pins me to him while he pumps against my arse. He moans into Gabe’s mouth as I feel his heavy shudder.
Gabe tips his head forward, pressing his forehead into Charlie’s, and stares into his eyes as Charlie pants through the aftermath. “Charlie,” Gabe whispers.
“That was hot, mate,” Charlie groans.
“I—does it mean—? What does it mean?”
Charlie gives Gabe a kiss that contains all the heat and promise of their last. “Means you should spend the night so we can talk. Means you should text Darwin so he’s not worried about what’s going on. Ask him to meet us for brunch.”
“H-here?”
“Treetops,” I say. “I want to check on Rachel.” And I like the symmetry of it. There’s also no chance of running into Hudson and Loyal and the rest of Darwin’s crew there.
“Okay,” Gabe says. The tension in the arm over my shoulder loosens as he releases Charlie’s neck and reaches into his pocket for his phone.
“Do you need to get Hog?” I ask.
Gabe shakes his head, his eyes on his phone screen as he taps out a message with his thumb. “He doesn’t sleep with me anymore.”
I don’t ask why not. I can guess.
Charlie drops his face into my neck and smacks a kiss under my ear. “I need a shower. And you’ve needed one for hours.”
I elbow him. I did a quick P-T-and-A while the party was setting up, to get rid of the worst of our workout sweat, before I threw on trackies and a crop top. I know I don’t smell that bad.
“Prick.”
“Let me share your shower and you can have an orgasm. Otherwise, you’re waiting until tomorrow after brunch.”
Charlie Miller wants to play.
“Says who?”
