Limitless Love: A Polyamorous Charity Anthology

Chapter 2

Evan couldn’t believe that he was here, in a car with Keenan Atkins. The only person he’d never been able to let go of. Who had lived in his heart since forever. When had he become a cop? Evan had missed so much.

When he’d moved back to Sydney a year ago, he’d thought about looking Keenan up. If dwelling on it for days on end could be considered “thinking about it.” He still had his number in his phone. Old number. It probably wasn’t the same anymore. He could have rung it and gotten on the phone to some weird grandma from Adelaide, or somewhere, that loves possums and drinks wine from a box even in her old age.

Calling Keenan’s family had felt too invasive. Chances were that his parents still lived in the same house that Keenan had grown up in because Evan couldn’t imagine a world where they weren’t in the house on the hill with the bright-orange door and the flamingo planters lining the front porch.

If Keenan had wanted Evan to still be in his life, even in the strictest sense, he would have kept in contact. The first year that had gone by without even a “Merry Christmas,” or a “Happy Birthday,” had been horrible and the final nail in the coffin. Keenan was done with him, and that meant he needed to move on with his life.

Too bad he’d never been done with Keenan, even when he thought he had. One look at him, in that uniformoozing sex appeal, like he should be on the cover of the Top 10 Hottest Men in History magazine. Evan hadn’t thought he could get sexier, and he’d been wrong. Keenan had aged like fine wine, and the urge to touch was there like it had never gone away. Because it never had.

Evan watched curiously as Keenan and his partner—Drew—bickered over what to put on the radio.

“I told you last time, you put that crap back on, and I’m tossing the entire radio out of the car,” Keenan said, slapping Drew’s hand away when he tried to change the station.

“Do you even know how to get it out?” Drew asked, smirking. He was very handsome as well. Thick blond hair, his smile taking up all of his face, and his hazel-green eyes sparkling every time he looked at Keenan. They’d both fit in the magazine.

And there was a familiarity about them, like they shared something special.

“Are you two an item?” Evan blurted before he could think better of it.

Keenan froze, and Drew looked up into the rearview mirror, their eyes meeting. There was a familiar knowing in it, like they had a secret, just the two of them. Evan looked into Drew’s eyes, and he felt safe even though they’d only just met.

“Would that bother you?” Drew asked.

He didn’t have the right for it to bother him. Any claim he’d had on Keenan was long past. And even if not… he found it didn’t? They looked good together. Had looked incredible together in the restaurant, standing side by side in their uniforms. Keenan hadn’t grown at all since Evan had last seen him, but that was to be expected; his growth spurts had finished even before they’d first met. Drew had to be a few inches above six feet, at the least. Evan was a little closer to the ground at five foot nine.

It should have been a comical difference. It had been anything but.

“I was just curious,” Evan said eventually.

Keenan opened his window and leaned his elbow on the edge. “We used to be,” he said stiffly. “Didn’t work out.”

Drew cleared his throat, hands twisting on the steering wheel. Evan knew that look. The stiff shoulders. Eyes straight ahead. That was far from the whole story.

He opened his mouth to ask more questions, then closed it. He didn’t have a right to ask for their history. Not Keenan’s and certainly not Drew’s, a man he’d known not even an hour.

Drew pulled up to the curb in front of his house long before Evan could think of anything else to say. Luckily, it hadn’t been far to go. He didn’t venture far from his house very often.

“Um. Thank you for the lift.” He put a hand on the door and hesitated. “Do you want to come in?” The silence that followed made Evan’s gut sink. He closed his eyes, mortified. Why had he asked that? Of course they didn’t.

“Evan—”

“Sure!” Drew said, already turning off the car and undoing his seat belt.

Keenan’s eyes finally met his, and there was so much emotion in them that Evan had no hope of deciphering any of it. He’d always been a thunderstorm on a warm summer night. A moment of perfect brilliance, leaving the world awestruck in the centre of the eye and feeling like they mattered in this scary world. And then gone in the next instant.

“Can I use the bathroom?” Drew asked as soon as they were inside.

“Oh. Yeah. It’s, uh, just down the hall, second door to the right.”

“Thanks.”

The silence was stilted as he left the room. Evan sighed. For years, he’d wanted nothing more than to be in a room with Keenan again. In all those fantasies, though, Keenan had wanted to be there too. Guess that was why they called them fantasies and not reality.

“You really don’t have to stay,” Evan said. “I didn’t mean to put you in an awkward position.”

Keenan ran his knuckles across the top of Evan’s kitchen bench, glancing around. It was strange and so wonderful to have Keenan here, in his haven. He’d never brought anyone else here, to his space. It belonged to him alone. That’s what he’d thought. But now, with Keenan standing there, fitting right into the small cosiness, he realised it was because he’d been keeping that space for one man.

“It’s hard to do this with you again,” Keenan said. “With Drew—it’s complicated. And you’re complicated too. I’m not good at complicated.”

No. He had always run at the first sign of trouble. Left it behind before it could sink its claws into him.

“If I’d known this is how it would end up, I would never have proposed to you,” Evan said truthfully. He’d been young and dumb and hopelessly in love, and he’d thought that getting married would only bring them closer together. A perfect ending for their love story. A perfect beginning. Instead, it had been the straw that broke the camel’s back, and everything had fallen apart so spectacularly.

“Jesus Christ, Ev, you can’t just say shit like that,” Keenan said.

“Well, that’s a piece of the puzzle I didn’t have,” Drew said from the doorway. “Maybe we should talk about that.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t,” Keenan said acerbically.

“I could cut the tension in the air with a knife. It’s good to get things out in the open, clear the air.”

“There’s nothing to clear.”

“I think there is.”

“He’s right,” Evan interjected before Keenan could protest again. “I think… I’d like to talk about it.” Keenan had always been so locked up, keeping his feelings close to his chest. Either assuming others already knew or that they didn’t have a right to know.

Maybe here, with Drew giving him the courage, Evan could get the answers he’d wanted for so long.

“You guys were engaged?”

“No,” Keenan said shortly.

“He said no,” Evan explained, “when I asked him to marry me. And then a month later, he broke up with me.”

“What was I supposed to do?” Keenan burst out. “You kept looking at me with those sad eyes, and I hated myself for hurting you like that. And you had this incredible job opportunity, and you were going to give it up for me. It wasn’t fair to put that much pressure on me, and how could I have lived with myself if you ended up resenting me for it?”

Evan’s mouth flopped like a fish. Okay. That had been unexpected. “Sad eyes?” was all he could focus on. “Kee, you rejected my proposal. I think I was allowed some time to be sad about it. You gave me four weeks before deciding you couldn’t handle it?” Well, that stung.

“I hated that I’d hurt you at all. That I was the one who put that look in your eyes. It was my fault, and I couldn’t fix it. I didn’t want to say yes. I don’t want to get married. I don’t want—” he cut off. He ran a hand through his hair and groaned. “It didn’t mean I loved you less. It’s just not me.”

“I was okay with that. I was moving past it. I don’t care if you never want to marry me. If that’s just not something you want. Keenan, I only ever wanted you. As long as I had that, I was always going to be the happiest guy in the world.”

Keenan swallowed hard and glanced at Drew, who had unreadable eyes as he watched them.

“You get it, right?” Evan said to Drew. Something told him that he would. No one could get a glimpse of the brightness that Keenan’s attention was, that intoxicating breathlessness, and not understand.

“Yeah.” Drew moved slowly across the room, stopping directly behind Keenan. The height difference was more prominent like that, with Keenan barely reaching Drew’s shoulders. “And what would you do if you had that chance again?”

“I…” Evan swallowed hard. He pressed his fingers against his thighs, a futile attempt to stop them from trembling.

He met Keenan’s gaze. There was that familiar terror in the light brown, the look that always preceded him running, far and fast. But there was also heat, and lust, and the barest hint of the love they’d shared between them once before.

What would you do if you had that chance again?

Anything. Everything.

He’d dreamed of it so often that he might die just from the anticipation of it.

Drew crooked his finger. “Come here.”

Evan let out a shuddered breath. He couldn’t be—this couldn’t be—“Kee?”

“He wants this.” Drew nuzzled the curve of Keenan’s neck, tongue peeking out to lick across his skin. “Don’t you, baby?”

Keenan didn’t say yes. But he didn’t say no. And for this man, that said more than any words could. He was never slow to tell people where they could stick themselves if he didn’t like what they had to say, if he didn’t want to do something. He’d driven his professors insane and had constantly argued with the faculty over the way they presented their classes.

Drew nibbled at Keenan’s jaw and ran a hand down his chest.

A shiver passed across Evan. That shouldn’t have been as hot as it was, turned him on as much as it had. He’d never been like that. Never wanted anyone but Keenan. If he’d thought for a second that Keenan had been interested in someone else, he might have gone mad from jealousy.

Something about Drew, this lovely man he’d only met tonight, who he knew almost nothing about, made the inferno burn brighter. He had long fingers, beautiful lips, and a breathtaking smile. Evan wanted to get his hands on Keenan, re-learn all the things that had once been pure instinct, a body he’d been more familiar with than his own. But he was also curious how Drew felt. What his touch would be like.

He felt as though he’d known Drew all this time too. A connection that had once been unique to Keenan alone.

Was this even real? Maybe he was dreaming. Maybe that woman’s flying plate had hit him harder than he’d thought. Maybe he was in surgery, being sliced open because he had internal damage. Maybe he?—

“You’re thinking too hard,” Drew said, interrupting his runaway thoughts. “Why don’t you show us to your room?”

Evan couldn’t think of a word of protest against that. Show us to your room. Where they would get naked. Where he would get to touch Keenan. And Drew?

“It’s—um, this way.” Every step toward the room was like a gong being struck. Signalling the end or the beginning?

His room was a simple setup. Dark-brown wooden bed frame, a light-green quilt cover. Four pillows, which was the normal number of pillows, no matter what anyone said. Bedside tables with two drawers and matching lamps. A tallboy near the window and a walk-in wardrobe with sliding doors.

Drew still had hold of Keenan as he followed Evan into the room, arm secure across his chest. He smiled appreciatively and then kicked the door shut with his heel. “Are you ready, Evan?”

Evan swallowed hard. Was he? Yes. No. So much yes.

He didn’t need to answer. Drew must have read it all over his face because he undid Keenan’s vest—fucking hell, they were both still in uniform; why hadn’t they changed at the station?—and let it slide to the floor.

“Is this what you want?” Keenan asked, voice thick. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” It was enough for Evan’s dick to strain against his pants.

Is this what he wanted? Nothing and no one had ever compared to the way Keenan made him feel. Once upon a time, Evan’s world had begun and ended with him. Everything since had been a dull imitation. A colourless world where there had once been such vibrancy. He’d thought he’d moved on and was happy with where his life was. One look at Keenan tonight, and he knew it had all been a lie.

He’d never get over this man, not as long as he breathed. Maybe even then.

“Yes, I want this,” Evan said hoarsely. He looked over Keenan’s shoulder to the man holding him. Drew. Why was he giving this gift to Evan? Why was he offering it so freely, with that incredible smile on his face?

Drew gave him a once-over, and his smile grew. “How’s your head?”

“It’s—it’s fine.” What head?

“Take off your shirt.”

Evan didn’t even think of saying no, pulling it up and over his head instantly. He tried not to feel self-conscious. He didn’t look like them. They were both fit and unbelievably sexy. Evan’s stomach was soft, and his idea of a strength regime was carrying groceries from the car without having to make a second trip.

But the way they were looking at him… like he was drool worthy, like he was the sexy one; it was something else. Made his cock twitch and heat run through him, wildfire bringing him back to life.

“Very nice,” Drew remarked. He undid Keenan’s shirt buttons as he spoke, revealing his skin inch by perfect inch. He must wax or shave now because he was all smooth hardness and pebbled nipples begging to be licked. “Doesn’t he look edible, Kee?”

“Yeah,” was all Keenan said, voice strangled.

Evan’s heart skipped a beat at the raw heat in his tone. He’d missed him so much.

Drew slid Keenan’s shirt off, letting it pool on the floor at their feet. “Really, that’s all you have to say? I’d like more than that.”

Evan swallowed hard when Keenan shuddered, the two of them so in tune with each other.

“How does he look, Keenan?” Drew whispered, nuzzling Keenan’s neck. “Tell us.”

“He looks… fuck, so good.”

Evan grabbed the side of his pants, scrunching the fabric. Did they really think that?

Drew turned Keenan’s head, and then they were kissing, with hints of tongue every so often that went straight to Evan’s dick. They looked incredible together. It should have been awkward, given their height difference, but they met perfectly in the middle. A dance they’d done before, one they knew all the steps to.

Drew splayed his hand across Keenan’s throat, holding him still. Keenan arched up into him, his body angling to touch. Their need for each other was so raw, so strong that it thickened the air around them.

Drew undid Keenan’s belt and pulled down his zipper as they kissed. Evan’s breath caught in anticipation as Drew hooked his fingers under Keenan’s waistband. It had been so long since he’d seen Keenan naked. They’d barely been grown then, in their early twenties, with no idea of the reality of the world.

How had Keenan changed since then? Evan wanted to memorise him all over again. His solid chest, those toned arms, his hips and strong thighs. He was perfectly proportioned. Perfect in every way. Evan still wasn’t sure that he wasn’t just dreaming. A cruel dream.

Drew kissed his way down Keenan’s chest, dropping to his knees.

He kissed Keenan’s stomach and then slowly pulled his pants down, underwear and all. His hard dick sprang free, sliding across Drew’s chin and leaving a wet trail behind. Evan’s mouth watered just thinking about getting his lips around it.

Drew licked a line up the vein on the underside of Keenan’s cock and then stood, eliciting a frustrated groan from Keenan.

Evan was rooted to the spot, unable to do anything but watch and get so hard it hurt, a wet spot forming on his silk boxers.

With one hand on his chest, Drew walked Keenan backward until the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed. Then he went tumbling onto it when Drew didn’t let up. Drew leaned over him, a knee pressed to his side, and kissed him, drawing his head off the mattress.

“Stay there,” Drew ordered, running a hand down Keenan’s leg and kissing his shin before standing. “Your turn.”

Evan’s legs trembled as Drew approached him. He was a handsome man, and his confidence was enough to make it difficult for Evan to stand on his own weight. Drew had perfect control in the way he handled Keenan. Handled them both.

Drew pinched Evan’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, tipping it up. “If you don’t want me here, say so now, and I can leave.”

“You would do that?” Evan wasn’t surehe could have if their situations were reversed. Not now that the opportunity was in front of him.

“He loves you,” Drew said simply.

“He loves you too.”

“This is about Kee, but it’s not just about him.” Drew leaned in, lowering his voice. “You need to understand that if I stay, I’m going to touch you too,” he said, a sinful promise in every word. His lips whispered across Evan’s jaw. “Kiss you.” He kissed the corner of Evan’s lips. “Fuck you.”

Evan shivered. He didn’t know why, but he desperately wanted that too. Drew was magnetic, and charismatic, and it was so easy to see why Keenan was drawn to him.

“Why are you doing this?” Evan whispered. Who was this man, and why was he giving Evan everything he’d ever dreamed of?

“He never left you behind, and I want to know what that tastes like.”

The first touch of their lips was soft, tentative. Keenan was the bridge between them, their only connection. All Evan knew about Drew, really, was that he loved Keenan with his whole heart, the same way that Evan did.

And that was enough.

Enough for him to feel warm and familiar. To ignite that spark.

Evan reached up, fingers sliding up Drew’s stubbled throat and across his strong jaw. A tongue probed at his lips, and he parted on an explosion of taste and desire. It seemed to be all that Drew needed. He took over then, with long strokes of his tongue, demanding in a way that went straight to Evan’s cock. He tilted Evan’s head with a hand on the side of it, owning him like he had every right to, like he knew exactly what it was doing to Evan’s equilibrium.

Hands pulled at his pants, and he reached down, helping. Drew fingered the silk and smiled against Evan’s mouth. “I like a man who can appreciate silk.”

“More comfortable,” Evan mumbled, trying to get their lips back together. Why were they talking?

They finally managed to shove the rest of Evan’s clothes down so that he could step out of them, their mouths coming back to each other over and over. Eventually they were skin to skin, heat radiating between them, Drew’s hardness against Evan’s stomach.

“What do you think, Kee?” Drew asked, turning them around and pressing his chest against Evan’s back.

Keenan had spread his legs and was stroking himself with one hand, the other resting behind his head, eyes half lidded, a gorgeous flush across his chest as he watched them.

“I think the two of you are the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. Why’d you stop?”

“To leave room for the rest of the meal, of course.”

Drew took Evan’s cock in his hand, and Evan unconsciously thrust into his palm with a low groan. “Are you a top or a bottom, Ev? No penetration? Any hard limits? We can cater to all kinds of dietary requirements.” He licked a line up Evan’s neck.

“I—uh—” Thinking was hard. Drew was still stroking him with a firm grip, moving from the base all the way to the tip and down again. “Both? All? Either?” Whatever they wanted, he was here for it.

“I can work with that.”

When Drew nudged him forward, Evan took shaky steps toward the bed, where Keenan was waiting for them.

“On your knees,” Drew coaxed, helping Evan to crawl up onto the bed.

Keenan was so close now that Evan could smell him. Evan’s hands trembled as he braced himself on the bed. Keenan looked so much better than Evan remembered. Memories had nothing on the real thing, and his dreams were a poor imitation.

Drew ran his fingers through Evan’s hair. “How badly do you want to suck his cock?”

“So badly,” Evan breathed out. Between the warmth of Drew behind him and Keenan spread out in front of him, he was going to explode before they even got started.

“Do I need to get a condom?”

The question was about more than just sucking Keenan’s dick, and they both knew it. Did they need condoms? Evan hadn’t slept with someone in longer than he wanted to think about. Before he’d last been tested. Before he’d moved back home, with no real idea of what the fuck he was doing back here.

“N-no.”

“I need you to be sure, Ev. If you want them, tell me where they are, and I’ll get them.”

Evan shook his head. He didn’t want latex between them. It might have been years since he’d seen him, but Evan trusted Keenan. And so he trusted Drew too. Even if that was perhaps a bit naive of him. Keenan had always been able to bring out his reckless side. “I don’t want them.”

Drew applied light pressure to the back of Evan’s head. “Then go on. I want to see it.”

Fuck.

If this was a dream, this was when he would wake up. He reached back, and Drew’s hand caught his, squeezing.

No.

He would have woken up already because Drew was part of the dream. The three of them together.

Evan closed his eyes on a shuddered breath and nuzzled his cheek against Keenan’s fist, still wrapped around himself. It shifted and threaded through the hair above Evan’s ear.

Their eyes met as Evan lifted his head and took his first taste in what felt like a lifetime. He flicked the mushroomed top with his tongue, and Keenan’s fingers tightened. Evan slowly sucked him into his mouth, savouring every second as his mouth was filled with the heavy weight and musky scent of Keenan’s cock.

Evan closed his eyes, feeling like he was high, moaning like he was in heat.

Drew’s weight disappeared from his back, and then hands were massaging his ass. When his cheeks were spread and a wet tongue slid across his hole, Evan pulled off Keenan with a strangled gasp.

Keenan caressed his cheek with the head of his cock as Evan struggled to draw in breaths, overwhelmed by how fucking good Drew’s tongue felt. What he was doing with it—it was—fuck—Evan couldn’t breathe. When he started fucking Evan with it, pushing inside, getting him wet and loosening his muscles, Evan couldn’t hope to control the keening noises that were coming out of his throat or the needy, mindless cries.

He took Keenan back into his mouth, sucking hard, frenzied, as Drew ate him out. So many sensations rolled over him. He couldn’t even begin to parse them out and work out what was coming from where. Too much, everywhere.

A finger slipped in beside Drew’s tongue. Fuckfuckfuck. Evan rotated his hips, unable to keep still as he bobbed on Keenan’s cock. If they kept going, he was going to come untouched. He was leaking all over the bed, dripping like a faucet.

Evan whined from the loss when Drew retreated. He caressed Evan’s ass as if in apology.

“Stay right there and keep Keenan’s cock warm with your mouth while I get some lube. Where can I find it?”

“Um. B-bathroom. Behind the mirror.”

Drew’s weight lifted from the bed. Keenan’s hands cradled Evan’s face, distracting him. “Gonna keep me warm?”

He would do anything that Keenan asked of him. Anything to keep this moment alive forever.

He focused on the feel of Keenan sliding in and out of his mouth, using one hand on Keenan’s thigh to steady himself and one hand on his shaft, reaching where he couldn’t get with his tongue. He lifted almost all the way off, suckling the head and flicking his tongue around the silky smoothness.

Keenan groaned and pulled Evan off him completely. “Need to—stop—gonna come.”

Was that a bad thing? He tried to go back, to finish it, but Keenan had a strong grip.

“We don’t want that yet,” Drew whispered in Evan’s ear, returning to them. He pressed a small tube of slick into Evan’s hand. “Get him nice and wet for me?” He kissed Evan with slow, heavy slides, making Evan dizzy and sway when he pulled away.

Evan squeezed a little of the lube onto his palm, meeting Keenan’s eyes as he wrapped it around his hard length, twisting and spreading it around. Two slick fingers pressed against his ass, easily sliding in and filling him.

Evan’s lips trembled, parting involuntarily.

Keenan’s nostrils flared, eyes heating. “Feel good? He knows how to use his fingers.”

“He—yes—he does,” Evan gasped. Drew was slowly fucking him with three fingers now, and fuck,it was so unbelievably good. He’d been prepared so well with Drew’s tongue that there had been only the barest twinge at the invasion, and it was already gone.

He accidentally made a mess when squirting out more lube, so focused on Keenan watching him and what Drew was doing to his ass. He scooped up the excess and generously spread it over Keenan’s dick. It was everywhere, and he couldn’t help but laugh. Keenan snorted out a laugh in return, and they shared a smile as the pleasure rose up, swallowing them.

Drew covered Evan’s back, breath whispering against his ear. “Are you ready for me?” The barest hint of the tips of his fingers brushed Evan’s left arm. He shivered at the light contact.

“Please,” was all he could think to say. Words were difficult. Thought was difficult.

Evan bit his lip as Drew gave him what he needed and lined himself up. Then he was being split open in the most pleasurable way.

Keenan reached out, clasping their hands together. Either he didn’t notice that Evan’s hands were sticky, or he didn’t care. As long as they were touching, it didn”t matter.

Evan fell forward, resting his forehead against Keenan’s stomach. A warm hand settled on the small of Evan’s back, and then Drew moved and ohholymotherofGod. Evan tried to stifle the sounds, but it was no use. Every thrust was like a direct line to every nerve in his body, and he was on fire.

He awkwardly tried to reach under himself and stroke Keenan as Drew fucked him, but he just ended up plastered to Keenan instead, hand and cock trapped between them.

“I want to, I need to—” Evan broke off, stretching out, and then he and Keenan were kissing furiously. Everything inside Evan settled and exploded at the same time.

Keenan still kissed the same: a mixture of impatience and strength and a hint of tenderness he tried so hard to hide. Living without being able to do this anytime he wanted to was like missing a vital organ and not even realising. Walking around without something that was necessary to live.

Drew hit that sweet spot inside of him, and Evan’s orgasm swept over him in an uncontrollable burst.

He moaned, kissing Keenan harder as his muscles tightened and spasmed.

Drew lifted Evan’s hips, and then a hand was stroking his sensitive dick, milking out the rest of his release. He trembled, the contact almost too much to handle.

“Hold yourself steady, Kee. I have a present for you,” Drew said, lifting Evan up onto his knees.

Keenan leered as he did as he was told, gripping the base of his cock. “Yeah? Something good?”

“Something very good.”

Drew slid out of Evan, but he wasn’t left with that empty feeling for long as Drew bodily moved him, and then he was sinking down onto Keenan’s waiting cock. Drew was thicker than him and had stretched him enough that his body immediately accommodated Keenan’s girth without even a hint of pain. He was longer, though, and reached deep as Evan bottomed out, resting his full weight on Keenan.

Keenan was inside him.

He drew in a ragged breath. Keenan was inside him. Something he’d only experienced in his dreams for so fucking long.

Keenan ran his hands up Evan’s thighs and then down again before he fisted Evan’s cock. Evan shuddered, still sensitive and mostly hard. The movement wriggled his hips, and Keenan moaned, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, throwing his head back against the pillow.

Drew kissed Evan’s shoulder, grasping his hips and lifting him until only the head of Keenan’s cock was inside him before lowering him all the way back down again.

“You should see yourselves,” Drew said huskily. “Keenan disappearing inside you, stretching out that tiny hole.” He worked a finger in beside Keenan’s cock, stretching Evan even further. “Feel how tight that is?”

“Yeah,” Evan groaned. He tensed his thighs and lifted himself, feeling every inch of Keenan as he slid out, Drew’s finger making it snug and tight and so fucking full.

“That’s it,” Drew encouraged. “Fuck yourself on him. Show me how good it feels. He gets so deep, doesn’t he?” He added another finger in as Evan lowered himself.

Evan cried out, teetering on the edge of too much but so perfect that he didn’t want it to end.

“Almost like you can feel him in your throat,” Drew said, voice guttural.

Evan twisted his head and found Drew’s gorgeous hazel-green eyes. So open and giving. He’d tried so hard not to think about Keenan moving on, being with others. Falling in love again with someone that wasn’t him. It had hurt too much to dwell on.

He wasn’t hurt or even jealous. He was glad that Keenan had found a man like this. He deserved to have someone look at him the way that Drew looked at him.

Evan cupped Drew’s cheek, twisting his torso so he could kiss him, silently thanking him for loving Keenan the way that Evan did. Drew met him stroke for stroke, clinging as Evan set up a slow, excruciatingly perfect pace, moving up and down, over and over until he was hard again, panting into Drew’s mouth, with a strain in his thighs that he ignored.

Drew gave him one last kiss and then moved across the bed to Keenan. “Up you get. I think Ev needs a rest, and your ass has been sorely neglected tonight, and we can’t have that.”

Evan’s head spun as he suddenly found himself on his back, Keenan hovering over him, still buried deep inside him. Before he could say a word, Keenan’s lips covered his, and he thrust hard. Evan whined, wrapping his arms around him, never wanting to let go.

Keenan groaned against him, hips moving erratically. Evan smirked against his lips, knowing that whatever Drew was doing—with his hands or mouth—was magic.

“Fuck,” Keenan gasped, pulling away. He buried his face against Evan’s collarbone with an open mouth, teeth grazing sensitive skin.

Drew took hold of Keenan’s shoulders, fingers gripping, and then Keenan jolted as he thrust forward, burying himself in one strong move. His eyes met Evan’s over Keenan’s shoulders.

“He doesn’t need much prep, does he, Ev? He likes it when I have to force my cock into his tight hole.”

Evan’s heart skipped a beat, and he slid his hand over Drew’s, connecting them. He and Keenan hadn’t really known who they were, sexually or as people, when they’d been fumbling through their first relationship. Drew knew a more confident, self-assured Keenan. Evan wanted to learn about him too, wanted to learn about both of them through each other.

“Kiss me,” Evan said, more a soundless breath than real words. Drew either heard it anyway or just knew what he wanted. He snapped his hips and leaned forward at the same time. Evan cradled Keenan’s head and met Drew halfway, bracing himself on an elbow.

Every time Drew drove into Keenan, he pushed him deeper into Evan, his tongue mimicking the movement in Evan’s mouth. It was like they were both fucking him.

When Keenan’s hand wrapped around Evan’s dick and sucked at Evan’s skin, he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer even though it hadn’t been long since he’d come. He hadn’t had such a quick trigger in a long time and blamed it entirely on these two men who were too irresistible for their own good.

“That’s right,” Keenan encouraged, still recognising Evan’s sounds. Evan loved that there were parts of each other that they hadn’t forgotten. That were still there. “Come again for me.” He punctuated that with a hard thrust.

“Want you to—need you to—” Evan couldn’t get the words out. His mind was jumbled, and pleasure thrummed through him, everything tensing, right on the edge. So close he could almost touch it, right on the tip of his tongue.

Drew bit down on Keenan’s shoulder, the snap of his hips erratic and hard, rocking both Keenan and Evan.

Keenan leaned up, stretching, and kissed Evan, a clumsy clash of teeth and tongue, more a connection than anything resembling a kiss. At the same time, Evan reached up, searching for Drew. The connection was the three of them. A triad. A star.

Evan hit warm skin and stubble. Drew’s cheek. Drew turned into it, and then wet warmth surrounded his thumb. Drew was sucking on it.

That was all it took to send Evan over the edge. He groaned loudly into Keenan’s mouth as he erupted, spilling over Keenan’s hand. Keenan answered in kind, their cries feeding each other as he fucked hard into Evan one last time and stilled, buried all the way, small spasms shaking his hips as he rocked and emptied himself.

Drew sucked harder on Evan’s thumb, sending tingles down his spine.

“Fuck—I’m com—” Drew’s words were lost in a long, deep moan, and then his weight collapsed against them, pressing Evan into the mattress with Keenan sandwiched between them. Evan buried one hand in Keenan’s hair and the other in Drew’s and closed his eyes.

He was completely spent, and happiness fluttered in his heart like a blooming flower under the first ray of sunshine in spring. His life since Keenan hadn’t been bad. He’d had wins and good experiences he would carry with him forever. Even relationships that had been good. His life had continued, and he’d tried to live it fully because what else could he do but keep going?

None of it had been like this. A contentment right down to his core, a quiet soul-level happiness that he’d never found anywhere else.

He wanted to keep them both and hold on to that feeling.

“If we stay like this, we’re gonna get stuck,” Keenan mumbled.

A startled laugh burst out of Evan. “We should shower,” he said. “And change the sheets.” It was late, and he hoped they were staying the night, though he was scared to come right out and ask if they were. What if they said no?

Drew slid off the bed and helped Keenan stand while Evan rolled onto his side. They were beautiful together. Flushed, dishevelled, and satisfied.

I want to see it every day.

Complete madness to think that after just one moment together. It still didn’t change how he felt.

“My shower isn’t big enough for all of us,” Evan said regretfully. His criteria when finding a place to rent hadn’t been “shower big enough for three men to fit.” An oversight he really should have thought of. “You go, and I’ll strip the bed, then we can swap.” Maybe while they showered, he could work out how to convince them that the best option was to stay the night.

“I’ll help you,” Drew said. He slapped Keenan lightly on the ass. “Go shower.”

“Towels are in the cupboard in the hallway. The bathroom is?—”

“I can find it,” Keenan said. He eyed them suspiciously but left the room without a word of protest.

Evan swallowed hard, unable to look away from his pert ass as he walked out. God, he was so well-built. It still felt unreal having Keenan naked in his space again.

“He’s lovely,” Drew said.

“Yes, he is.”

They made quick work of stripping the doona cover—nothing had been safe from Evan’s generous use of the lube—and worked in perfect tandem to remove the sheets.

“Thank you,” Evan said into the quiet.

“My parents taught me to use my manners,” Drew said, winking. “I helped make the mess, the least I can do is help clean it up.”

“No, I meant for…” Evan gestured at the bed. That probably wouldn’t clarify that he wasn’t talking about the sheets.

“I know what you meant. There’s nothing to thank me for.” Drew paused, the corner of the bottom sheet scrunched in one hand. “It was my pleasure, and it’s what you both wanted.”

“And what about you?”

“Do you mean, is it what I wanted?”

Evan nodded. He’d obviously enjoyed it and had coordinated the entire thing, but what he had with Keenan wasn’t built on anything to do with Evan. He hadn’t had to let Evan into that, not so quickly, not so easily.

Drew smiled and thumbed Evan’s cheek. Evan couldn’t help but lean into it, the caress a pleasant touch.

“Every second of it, Ev. You were both perfect and nothing like I’d thought.”

“What do you mean?” Nothing like he’d thought?

“He talked about you, more than I think he even realised, and I thought I had this picture in my head of who you were and who you were together. The reality wasn’t anything like I’d imagined.”

“Worse?” Evan teased, worrying his lip. The words were light, but the question wasn’t. Had he failed to live up to expectations that had been built of him?

Drew’s smile twisted pleasantly, eyes lighting up. “Better. So much better.”

Heat spread across Evan’s cheeks, and he hoped the low lighting at least hid some of it. “I was—I liked it too. You. Being with you, I mean. I can see why Keenan fell so hard.”

“Not just because of my impressively good looks?”

Evan laughed. “Uh. No, I don’t think so. I mean, they’re a perk, definitely. You’re very handsome.” So incredibly gorgeous, inside and out. “But Kee was never one to care much about a person’s looks.” Not when he had so many other valid reasons to judge a person as he so eloquently put it.

Drew kissed him, coaxing him to lift his head, taking his time to draw it out. Evan leaned into it, so glad this was still okay. That the intimacy hadn’t ended as soon as they’d all gotten off.

He didn’t know what they thought, but this wasn’t just some one-night stand to him. He’d wanted Keenan back in his arms for forever. Including Drew in that felt so natural it was like he’d been there all along. It was too good to be true, but Evan wanted to grab hold of them both and never let go.

This was something special. He was sure of it. Now he just needed to convince them this was something worth taking a chance on.

That they all were.