Текст книги "Triple Play"
Автор книги: Sloan Johnson
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“Not cool,” Cam warned me as he threw the pillow at my head. “You totally just fucking tricked me!”
“Did not,” I protested, throwing the pillow back at him. Unlike Cam, I knew how to throw and I hit my mark. “You just suck at secrets.”
Having Cam back in town felt like a weight had been lifted off my chest. No, he wasn’t what I used to dream he’d become, but in a strange way I felt as if we were closer than we’d ever been. Probably because there were no secrets between us, thanks to his shitty punctuality tonight.
Cam scooted up to the head of the bed and propped a pillow behind his back so the rough timbers of the headboard didn’t dig into his back. While it went well with the atmosphere of Eric’s luxury log home, it sucked when you wanted to sit up in bed. His face took on a serious expression I wasn’t sure I’d seen from him before. “So, you need to start talking and do it fast. What in the hell happened while I was gone?”
“Oh, you know… beating in an alley, Bryce is in town indefinitely for work, Eric had to do everything but wipe my ass for the first few days,” I began as if none of this was out of the ordinary. “Then, I turned into a total prick like I always do when I’m aggravated, but for some fucked up reason, those two haven’t given up on me yet.”
“Is it serious?” Cam asked with a hopeful look on his face.
I shrugged, still trying to decide if I saw the same possibilities Bryce had laid out before we were interrupted. I’d love to think it’d be possible for the three of us to figure out a way to work the logistics, not only in bed, but even more when the baseball season started. But that was a fool’s dream.
“Oh, my God,” Cam practically squealed. I dug my finger into my ear, pretending he’d damaged my ear drum. “You’re falling for one of them, aren’t you?”
“No,” I answered emphatically. At least that much was true. I wasn’t falling for one of them, but if I let my guard down, I could easily fall in love with both of them. And that shit didn’t happen, not to guys like me.
“Shut up! You so are!” I wondered if they could hear Cam’s every word out in the living area.
“No, I’m really not,” I insisted, my face impassive even though my heart raced uncontrollably. “Look, things between us are still new. If you’d asked me before you left if I’d ever in a million years even think about being with two guys, I’d have asked if you were high. You know that’s not my style.”
“But they made you change your mind?” Cam asked, pretty much finishing what I’d been about to say. I sat down on the bed next to him. Only briefly did I think about the last time we’d had a chance to sit down and talk like this. Not before he left for New York, but back when we were still in high school. Before shit got complicated. It was good to finally feel as though I truly had my friend back.
“They did,” I responded. Knowing that Cam didn’t seem to think it was fucked up did a lot to ease my nerves. I wasn’t foolish enough to assume everyone would react so well.
“Will you throw something at me if I ask why?” he asked.
I draped my arm over his shoulder, the same way I had when we were younger. Back then, it’d been to comfort him when he’d faced the wrath of his piece of shit uncle, but it became a matter of needing to feel him next to me. I needed to know he was still there, no matter what.
“Like I said, they haven’t given up on me,” I admitted. It sounded like a crappy reason to get involved with someone, but it really wasn’t. The fact that they kept pushing me to get better showed me just how much they cared. As we sat there, I wondered to myself if I might have been unconsciously testing them. “Not only that, but when they both realized I was struggling to figure out which one of them I wanted more, they offered me a solution where I wouldn’t have to choose.”
“And you think that’s going to work?” I’d have been upset about Cam’s doubts, but they were valid. Besides, I knew he was only trying to look out for what was best for me. I appreciated that.
“I guess only time will tell,” I said, unwilling to say anything more that might jinx us. I was trying to live in the moment for once in my life, without worrying about what might happen down the road. Ever since I could remember, I’d been the one who tried to plan out not only the next step in my life, but what came five steps down the road. That had worked for me up to a point, but the truth was it also led to a very lonely existence and major letdown when things didn’t go the way I’d planned. “Now, let’s get back out there before they come looking for us.”
Chapter 16
By the week of Thanksgiving, everything seemed to be moving along smoothly. Drew was still mostly a hermit, but he’d made an effort to get out of the house a few times. He’d even agreed to mentor a student at Pot of Gold, which I figured was a huge step in the right direction. He needed to get out there and see that others had it worse than him, and even though they were younger, they were far wiser than his sheltered life had allowed him to be. One young man in particular seemed to be leaving an imprint on Drew’s heart. While he’d originally agreed to meet with the kid once a week to help him catch up in school¸ Bryce and I had started joking that we’d never see him if I didn’t go down to the center to visit Bryce every day after working out.
Cody had dropped out of high school after his parents kicked him out. Not only that, but his father had beat the shit out of him for destroying his chances at a basketball scholarship by getting caught making out with one of his teammates in the locker room. Drew had made it his mission to do everything in his power to make sure Cody caught up on the classes he’d missed and still had the chance to go to college.
“I don’t get it,” he’d said when he got in the car. He’d been working with Cody for about a week and every night he grew more agitated with the situation. “All he wants to do is play ball. Yeah, he fucked up by fooling around in the locker room, but was that really such a major crime? Kids get caught fucking around in school all the time and it doesn’t get them a beating when they get home.”
“True, but I think it was more the fact that his old man thought it was a reflection on their entire family that put him over the edge.” His dad was a bit more extreme than a lot of people, but from what Drew and Bryce had told me, he was a blue collar worker who’d seen his son as a chance to correct all the mistakes he’d made when he was younger. Unfortunately, all he’d managed to do was put his son in the same place he’d been in at one point. “Cody is a prime example of why Bryce needs to keep doing what he’s doing. He’s back in school and he may still be able to graduate on time. And in a twist of fate, by his father kicking him out, he’s in a better district than he was before.”
“I know, but I still can’t imagine how hard it’d be for him to know that his family is out there and doesn’t give a damn.” I knew what Cody was going through. I was lucky enough to have my grandfather step up to the plate and raise me when my own parents weren’t around, but it still hurt to see other kids having a great time with their families, knowing I would be going home to Pa kicked back in his recliner with the evening news cranked up loud. But he was there. He made sure I didn’t want for anything and he was my biggest cheerleader at every game. He pushed me, hard, because he wanted to make all of my dreams come true.
“That’s because you have a family who loves you,” I pointed out. I reached over and took Drew’s hand in my own, noticing how much thinner his left hand was than his right. He’d finally gotten rid of the cast, but there was a lot of work to do to make sure he’d be strong enough to play come spring. “They’ve always accepted you for who you were and supported you. Not everyone has that. But the world needs the guys like you to remind the rest of us that life goes on. That there is something more out there for us, even when people say there isn’t. Hell, look at what you’ve done for Cam.”
“I haven’t done anything for him,” Drew protested, looking out the window of the car.
“You have,” I insisted. “You brought him home to your family when no one else wanted him. Your parents taught him he wasn’t as worthless as his uncle tried to make him believe he was. And that love helped him get to where he is today. Hell, would you have ever thought the kid you met back in school would be driving himself crazy trying to keep from telling us how far he made it on A Cut Above?”
That made Drew laugh. As he sat silently in the passenger’s seat, I could tell he was thinking back to his own youth, hopefully realizing just how much his family had done to save Cam. I didn’t know the guy well, but Jason had told me enough stories that I knew Cam credited the Jackson Family with saving his life. Had it not been for them, it would have been easy for him to become nothing more than another statistic like the boys and girls at Pot of Gold.
Instead, everyone had gathered around last weekend to watch the premiere of the cooking competition he was on. Drew had beamed as he watched Cam glide around the studio kitchen as if he’d been there his entire life. All of us had cheered when he’d been handed an apron with his name embroidered on it, marking his move into the top twenty competitors of the season.
“See, I’m right,” I teased. “Maybe you should think about what your family did for him back then and figure out a way you can do the same for kids like Cody. You have the chance to make a difference in his life.”
“I’m trying, but no one’s listening,” Drew grumbled. And it seemed we’d gotten to the core of his foul mood. “I talked to the athletic director today and he didn’t seem receptive to reinstating Cody’s scholarship. He’s worried that Cody will be a distraction to the rest of the team.”
“Then you have to prove to him that he won’t be,” I suggested. It wouldn’t be easy, but it could be done. We’d all heard the same concerns, all thought we had to hide who we were because if our teammates knew there was a gay man in the locker room we’d become a liability to the team.
“But how?” he asked. It’d be easy for me to list off the ways he could show this athletic director that the sports world was ready for athletes to go out there and do their jobs without anyone thinking less of them because of who they were attracted to. But I wouldn’t, because Drew needed as many distractions as possible, and if I knew anything about him, I knew he’d sit there thinking about how to help Cody until the solution came to him. And then, he’d put his plan into action and refuse to quit until something worked out.
“That’s something you need to figure out,” I told him as we pulled into the driveway. I smiled when I saw Bryce’s car already in the driveway. He’d been staying here most of the time, even though it was a bit of a drive from the center. “But I have faith you’ll do it.”
The house smelled amazing when we walked inside. My stomach growled, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten anything since lunch. I’d spent most of the afternoon running around, trying to pick up the ingredients Cam needed in order to make Thanksgiving dinner for those who were in town. The entire time, I’d been freaking myself out about the fact that Drew’s parents were going to be joining us.
Our friends had taken fairly well to the news that Drew, Bryce and I were all together, but I didn’t know what to expect from Drew’s family. They seemed open minded and accepting, but this would be pushing the limits of what most people found to be acceptable. And I couldn’t blame them if they were concerned for Drew. We just had to make them see that there was nothing to worry about, because what we had might be weird to most people, but it worked for us.
“Honey, we’re home,” I called out, hoping to draw Bryce out from wherever he was hiding. Drew made his way down the hall while I tried to find an area of the counter Cam wasn’t using to make us something quick to eat. Cooking was out of the question because the oven was full and there were three pots simmering on the stove. All with Cam nowhere to be found. Had it been anyone else, it would have pissed me off to know that he’d run an errand while in the middle of cooking, but this was Cam. He’d sooner call a grocery service to bring him something than risk burning his creations.
My food was forgotten when I heard playful shouts coming from my bedroom. Now that Drew was healed and cleared by the doctor, he’d picked up a bit of a playful streak that I’d never seen from him before. From the sounds of it, he was enjoying tormenting Bryce without me. I threw the bedroom door open and saw the two of them wrestling around on the bed. Or more, Bryce pinning Drew to the bed with his hand over his head.
“You two are going to be the death of me,” I complained. Okay, so it wasn’t a complaint at all. Our sex life had been fucking amazing, but the two of them both seemed insatiable over the past week or so. Every time I turned around, they were grinding up on one another or working together to drive me out of my mind.
“Then get the fuck over here and join us,” Drew suggested, pulling his hand free from Bryce’s grasp and holding it out to me. He licked his lips as he eyed the erection barely restrained behind my sweatpants. I should be responsible and remind them that Jason and Cam were going to stay here for the night because Cam insisted on cooking, but when Bryce turned his smoldering gaze on me, I was a goner. I kicked the bedroom door closed and stalked over to the bed, pushing Bryce off Drew as I lay down next to him.
Drew wasted no time shoving his hand down the back of my pants, digging his fingers into my ass. I groaned as I ground my erection into his thigh and reached out for Bryce. I’d never wanted anyone the way I needed both of them. Drew turned to kiss Bryce, knowing how much it turned me on to watch the two of them battle for control. I fumbled as I worked to unbutton Drew’s jeans, needing to feel the hot, silky skin of his cock against my hand. His hips arched off the bed and he moaned into Bryce’s mouth as I began stroking him.
I faintly heard the sound of a door closing in the distance, but I was too consumed by need to stop what I was doing. Instead, I slid down Drew’s body, positioning myself between his legs. He sat up and I followed, saliva pooling in my mouth as I thought about that first taste of precome beading at the head of Drew’s cock. I wanted that and so much more.
As I went to work taunting Drew by tracing my tongue around the very tip of his dick, I felt the bed shift. I looked up to see Bryce rummaging through the night stand. I moaned around Drew’s shaft, knowing what was about to happen. Someone was going to get fucked. I wouldn’t ask for it, but I hoped like hell it was going to be me.
The snick of the lube cap opening worked to ratchet my need up to a desperate level. I lifted my ass in the air, hissing when I felt Bryce’s fingers curl around my waistband. He pulled down my pants, exposing my ass to the cool air. As I sucked Drew all the way to the back of my throat, Bryce toyed with my senses, first digging his fingers into the globes of my ass, then ghosting them over the sensitive flesh. He pulled my ass cheeks apart and leaned in, exhaling softly against my hole.
I pulled off Drew long enough to beg Bryce to give me something, anything, because I felt ready to explode even though he’d barely touched me. “I’m enjoying watching you with Drew,” he said, his voice raspy and deep, the way it sounded only when he was struggling to maintain control of his own need.
“You can still watch,” Drew encouraged him. “I want you to drive him insane while he’s sucking me. I love how forceful he gets when he’s trying to keep from coming.”
Bryce laughed as he ran his hand up the length of my spine. He pushed my head down and it didn’t take a genius to realize what he expected. He wanted my lips wrapped around Drew’s cock and I was happy to oblige.
I grunted at the feel of Bryce pushing one lubed finger into my entrance. The pressure wasn’t enough to be painful, but it was the anticipation of what I knew was yet to come. He shoved deeper, curling his finger against my prostate as he pulled back. More cold lube slid down my crack as he held me there. He pushed in with a second finger, pressing against the back of my head, guiding me onto Drew’s cock as he opened me.
“Fuck him,” Drew pleaded. “I want you to make him fuck me hard. Make him choke on me.”
My dick twitched beneath me and I swore I could come just listening to the two of them talk dirty while Bryce fucked my ass with his fingers. They somehow turned pillow talk into an X-rated art form. Whenever I tried, it sounded lame by comparison, which was why I was more than happy to have my mouth occupied doing other things.
Bryce pulled out of me and Drew’s fingers threaded into my hair, holding my mouth around his dick so I couldn’t glance behind my body to watch Bryce prepare himself. “He’s going to fuck you good tonight,” Drew assured me. “I know he’s been wanting to ever since the first time he took your ass.”
I nodded, unable to speak around the mouthful of cock I was savoring. I sighed heavily when I felt the thick head of Bryce’s cock tap against my hole, torturing me. “Please,” I mumbled as I tried to focus on what I was doing to Drew.
I cupped Drew’s balls, probably tight enough to hurt him, as Bryce shoved the first, most difficult inch inside of me. Pain seared through my body and I couldn’t take a deep enough breath to will myself to relax.
“That’s it,” Drew soothed me. “Open up for him. You know it’s going to feel fucking amazing when you let him in.” I let go of Drew’s cock for fear I’d bite down on him the way I did my lower lip as I struggled to get used to the feeling of being split in half by Bryce’s thick shaft. “Come on, babe. Let go. We’ve got you.”
As soon as the tight ring of muscle eased, Bryce pushed in harder. It burned, then pain gave way to pleasure as he drizzled more lubed against my hole, pushing it deep into my body with his cock.
“Fuck, do that again,” I pleaded when he ground his hips into my ass.
“You’d better make sure he comes,” Bryce warned me. “If you come before he does, next time I’ll fuck him while you sit there and watch.”
Oddly, I wouldn’t be opposed to that punishment. I’d thought about watching the two of them enough times that I almost wanted to hold off Drew’s climax until after I’d come, but I’d never considered myself to be a selfish lover. I ran my tongue around Drew’s glans, making him buck his hips off the bed. I pulled off and watched as my saliva slid across his taint toward his hole, sucking a finger deep into my mouth. If Bryce wanted me to make Drew come, I knew exactly the way to achieve that. Without any preamble, I shoved my finger deep inside Drew’s body as I swallowed his cock. I held both in place until the need to breathe overcame me and began as steady a rhythm as I was capable of while Bryce pounded into my ass.
We worked together, Bryce shoving me forward, pulling me back, directing everything that was happening. Had I been capable of thought by the time Drew shot his load down my throat, I would have offered up a silent prayer because I wasn’t sure how much longer I could last. When he regained a bit of his composure, he slid lower beneath me, wrapping his hand around my shaft, jerking me off at the same pace as Bryce plowed so deep into my body I swore I could have blown him while he fucked me.
“Come for us,” Drew pleaded. “Show us how good you feel right now.”
That was the only encouragement I needed. With a shout I’d later regret, I came all over Drew’s hand as my ass clenched around Bryce’s cock. That drove him over the edge and he pounded into me two more times before filling the condom.
We fell into a heap on and around Drew, holding each other’s sweaty bodies as we struggled to come back down to earth. About the time I felt steady enough to get up and grab a washcloth, someone pounded on the door.
“When you freaks are done in there, there’s work to be done out here,” Jason yelled. By the way his voice faded slightly, I could tell he’d been passing by and wasn’t standing directly outside the door listening. I expected Drew to retreat into himself, embarrassed at being caught by two of our best friends, but instead he burst out laughing. Bryce and I soon joined him, because it was pretty fucking funny that we’d lost control that way.
“I guess we’d better get out there,” I grumbled as I crawled over Drew to retrieve my sweatpants. “Like I said, you two are bad influences.”
“You didn’t seem to be complaining a little while ago,” Bryce pointed out.
“True, but that doesn’t make my statement any less valid.” I leaned over and kissed both of them before disappearing out of the room.
