What You Need

4. Leon

FOUR

LEON

Leon didn’t usually think about the people he hooked up with outside of the club but he was bored at work, and he couldn’t stop thinking about Oliver and Dylan. He and Oliver had an undeniable spark, raw chemistry you couldn’t fake your way into. And the way his husband watched Leon fuck him made him feel more powerful than any intense BDSM he’d ever participated in.

When he’d gotten home from the club on the night he’d fucked Oliver, he’d had a thank-you message in their group chat. The two of them were both so gracious. It was sweet. They weren’t in the lifestyle, but Leon thought they’d fit in, if their tastes ever expanded past a little light cucking.

Leon leaned back in his office chair and considered sending them a text. He had hours to bill, but being a lawyer was a stressful job. Many of his colleagues resorted to drugs. Leon preferred sex. And while he could just hit up the club to find a partner for the evening, all he wanted was Oliver in his lap again. To hold his ass in his cupped hands and help him bounce on his dick.

But he didn’t want to sound too eager. Whatever Oliver and Dylan were doing was experimental, and the last thing Leon wanted was to rock the boat.

However, in his opinion, they seemed to both be processing it well. Both times they played, Leon had a hawk eye out for any discomfort from either of them. But Oliver was comfortable and eager, and Dylan was clearly getting what he needed out of it.

Leon put his phone down and turned back to his computer. His law firm specialized in several things, and while he didn’t have a sexy discipline, elder law mostly kept him out of court, which he appreciated. And right now he had a trust to sort through.

His focus was rewarded when he came back from grabbing a coffee in the break room and saw a new text on his phone from Dylan.

Dylan

Oliver and I were wondering if you wanted to come over tomorrow night. Oliver’s making homemade ravioli.

A dinner invite. It sounded like a date, but Leon knew it was just because they were friendly. Still, he didn’t need convincing.

Leon

Count me in.

Leon picked up a bouquet of sunflowers on the way to Dylan and Oliver’s. Their house was in a suburb that was not too far away from Leon’s condo. It was a small two-story and looked as cute as the two of them.

His hand shook a little as he rang the bell, but he swallowed his nerves. Part of what made their interactions so good was Leon’s confidence. He knew why they wanted him there.

Oliver answered the door in black jeans and a white t-shirt that was pleasantly a size too small. Leon was a little overdressed in a collared shirt, but guessing what to wear to someone’s house instead of the club was hard. He’d rather err on the side of normie.

“Hi,” Oliver greeted, pulling him into a hug immediately. Leon took a deep breath, Oliver’s sweet smell filling his nose. Oliver pulled back to kiss him, and Leon kissed back, keeping things sweet. He knew they were eating beforehand, so he wasn’t going to rush.

“You want me to take those?” Dylan asked, coming up behind Oliver and motioning to the flowers.

“Yeah, please. Thanks.” He gave Dylan a hug too, but not the full-body press he’d given Oliver. Dylan was sexy, but he seemed more interested in watching than participating. Leon would be into it if Dylan ever came around to wanting more.

He followed the two of them into the kitchen, and Dylan worked on putting the flowers into a vase while Oliver got him a drink. Leon accepted the offer of a glass of red wine.

“I don’t know how often you do this kind of thing, but obviously it’s new for us. Thanks for coming over here,” Oliver said.

“I honestly don’t do this much. I usually stick to the club. But this is a special case.”

“Do you go a lot? Or were we just exceptionally lucky to run into you both times we were there?”

“I don’t go a ton, but I do usually go Wednesday nights. I’ve been a little more often lately because work has been such a nightmare, and it’s such a good release. More fun than going home to my empty condo.”

“What do you do?” Oliver asked, a hand on his arm. He didn’t have the sex club look in his eyes, and it was nice to have some time with Oliver and Dylan outside of the context of a scene. Not everyone he wanted to have sex with was someone he wanted to get to know, but as with a lot of things he was discovering, Oliver was the exception. Leon hadn’t felt this magnetically pulled to someone in years. He knew it couldn’t go anywhere outside of sex—and who knew how long Oliver and Dylan would be into what they were doing together—but he’d follow it to the end of the line.

“I’m a lawyer,” Leon said.

“Damn. That does sound stressful.”

“What kind of law?” Dylan asked. He’d fluffed the flowers and set them in the center of the dining table and was now back to fixing the salad that was half complete on the counter.

“Elder law. Mostly it’s pretty quiet, but my clients die all the time, and families bicker. It’s a different stress than higher-profile courtroom law, but it’s often sad.”

Oliver squeezed his arm, letting out a soft sound of commiseration. Wow. It had been a while since he’d actually told anyone about what his job was actually like and how he felt about it. It had been years since he’d had a boyfriend, and his friends all had busy lives, kids, careers, etc. He probably needed a therapist, but maybe it would be nice to have a couple of new friends, too.

“How about you two?”

“Dylan is a software developer. He works from home, so he has an office in the den at the end of the hall. I do fundraising for the orchestra.”

“Wow, rubbing elbows with rich people, then.”

Oliver rolled his eyes. “Yeah, it’s a leave-your-dignity-at-the-door kind of job, but that’s what you get for believing in the arts.”

“Are you a musician?”

“Not really anymore. I played viola through college.”

“He’s incredible. Sometimes I can convince him to play for me. Not too often.”

Oliver shrugged it off. It didn’t seem to Leon like something to push at, but he assumed there was baggage when a musician stopped playing.

“Let me help you dish up, baby,” Oliver said as Dylan scooped neat piles of salad onto three plates.

Oliver did the pasta, and Leon brought the plates to the table, then hovered long enough for Dylan and Oliver to pick their regular seats.

He ended up across from Dylan, who loved to talk about Oliver. Leon learned about the origin of their relationship when they were still in high school, and how they only made it one semester at different colleges before Dylan transferred.

Leon shared about how he went to college in Illinois but grew up in Wisconsin, but he spent most of his time complimenting the food. “I can’t believe you made this from scratch,” he said, taking another bite of ravioli, watching a gorgeous blush bloom on Oliver’s cheeks.

“It’s a creative outlet,” he said, pushing ravioli around on his plate nervously.

When they were done, Leon helped clear the table as Oliver loaded the dishwasher. Leon anticipated being dragged to the bedroom, but Oliver asked if he wanted to stay and watch a movie.

“Absolutely,” he agreed, figuring the movie might be porn. Or a “Netflix and chill” kind of situation. Instead, he followed Oliver into their basement, where they had a full theater setup, with a massive projector screen and a giant couch. There was a wet bar with snacks and drinks, as well as movie posters on the walls.

“Wow, this is incredible,” Leon said. Would they be fucking on the couch?

“Dyl is a movie nerd,” Oliver explained, grabbing a sparkling water from the mini fridge for himself and holding the door open for Leon to choose his own drink. He grabbed a Coke. After a week like the one he’d had, he was liable to fall asleep on the couch if he didn’t do something.

The couch itself was a masterpiece of a plush leather sectional, with a handful of blankets and extra pillows. Dylan made them popcorn while Oliver led Leon to the couch and grabbed the remote. Oliver sat close to him and pulled a blanket over their legs, tucking himself easily into Leon’s side as he flipped through streaming services on the projector.

“What do you like to watch?”

“I’m into pretty much anything,” Leon said. “But maybe not something super heavy. Dylan can pick.”

Dylan dropped the bowl of popcorn into Oliver’s lap and sat on his other side. He took the remote Oliver handed off to him and picked out a weirdo indie film. It wouldn’t have been Leon’s first pick, but that’s not what the night was about.

Dinner and a movie. This wasn’t just about sex. This was a date.

“Dylan is really serious about not talking during movies,” Oliver whispered to him. Leon was a natural chatter. He could make it, though. He’d try.

They ate popcorn and watched the movie, and Oliver snuggled in closer to him. Oliver was the perfect size. Leon liked smaller guys and the way he could wrap himself around them. He didn’t know how the universe showed up with a man who was so perfectly his type. Blond hair, blue eyes, shy smile. And while he knew this wouldn’t be forever, and that he was an experiment, he also liked Oliver’s husband. Dylan was funny and caring. He clearly would move mountains for Oliver.

They finished the popcorn, and Leon was struggling to stay awake. He had no idea what was happening in the movie, but he was trying his hardest to stay conscious—to savor the feeling of Oliver’s body against his and the way his hair smelled.

And then Oliver shifted just slightly, and his hand cupped Leon’s soft dick through his pants.

Leon gasped in surprise, and Oliver let out a quiet laugh and shushed him, as if Dylan, who was only three inches away from them, wouldn’t hear.

But that was the point.

Leon did his best to steady his breathing as Oliver massaged him, his pants rapidly getting too tight. That didn’t slow Oliver down. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and when Leon snuck a quick glance over at Dylan, he was pretending like he hadn’t noticed anything.

Oliver guided his dick out of the slit at the front of his boxers and stroked him slowly. They had a blanket over their laps, but it didn’t hide what Oliver was doing for a second, his hand moving lewdly under the fabric.

“This movie is kind of boring,” Oliver whispered, his breath hot on Leon’s neck, his lips following.

Leon held back a groan. It had only been a few days since they had met up at the club, but they had been stressful days. He’d spent most of his morning working from home on his caseload, and fantasizing about Oliver and Dylan had been the only thing keeping him going. The sweet dinner-and-a-movie date night would have been plenty, of course, but now that he had Oliver’s hand on his dick, he realized how much he needed this.

Oliver kept up his slow strokes and tipped his head back to look at Leon. “Shhh,” he said, leaning up to catch Leon’s lips with his. They kissed slowly, teasingly, and still Dylan pretended like he hadn’t noticed.

Leon was sure they had talked about this together. He wondered who came up with the idea of this “movie night”—Oliver or Dylan. Dylan seemed to be the one with the ideas.

Once Leon understood what was happening, he played into it. He moaned into Oliver’s mouth as he lifted his hips.

“Shh,” Oliver said, breaking the kiss to press a finger to his lips like a librarian. He was being at least as loud as Leon had been, if not louder.

And then Oliver ducked down under the blanket. A condom wrapper crinkled, and he felt Oliver roll it on him before taking Leon into his mouth. Leon couldn’t help the way his head tipped back. He breathed hard as he brought a hand up to cup Oliver’s head as it bobbed beneath the blanket. Leon had seen about a million things more objectively obscene, but having Oliver give him a “secret” blowjob beneath a blanket was…surprisingly hot.

When he shot another glance over at Dylan, he was finally looking, palming himself over his pants. Oliver moaned on his cock. His mouth was so wet that Leon knew his boxers would be soaked after this, and he was slurping loudly enough for half the neighborhood to hear.

Dylan’s gaze left Oliver’s bobbing head to make eye contact with Leon. Their shared look was electric. As much as Oliver turned him on, so did Dylan. He watched as Dylan unzipped his pants and took his cock out, running his thumb over the head a few times before stroking himself.

There was a lot that appealed to Leon about the cuckolding situation he was currently in, and part of it was the performance. He knew Dylan got off on watching, so Leon would give him a show. He lifted the blanket enough to watch Oliver—but not enough for Dylan to see—and guided Oliver’s head down farther on his cock. Leon groaned, and Oliver pulled off Leon’s cock with a wet, loud pop, catching his breath before closing his lips back over the head.

Dylan had a two-handed grip on his cock and his balls, and fuck, Leon just loved dick. Dylan’s was pretty and red, and if Dylan was into the idea, Leon would suck it.

Instead of trying that route, Leon bucked up into Oliver’s mouth again and let out a long, low moan. Leon loved to give. There was nothing more satisfying to him than making his partner come. But the way Oliver was curled over meant there was nothing Leon could do but enjoy himself. He still wanted that connection, though, and ran a hand up and down Oliver’s spine as Oliver kept sucking him. He had great technique, and feeling the contraction of Oliver’s throat as he swallowed around Leon made him realize he was too fucking close.

“Baby, I’m going to come,” Leon whispered, pretending that Dylan wasn’t giving his own cock the massage of a lifetime.

Oliver didn’t pull off, continuing to suck until Leon tipped over the edge, his thoughts drifting to what Oliver’s ass felt like around his cock and how beautiful he looked when he came.

Slowly, Oliver pulled off and carefully removed the condom, tying it at the top and tossing it unceremoniously into the empty popcorn bowl. Then he looked behind him, where Dylan was still stroking himself.

“Oh. I guess we got caught,” he said, giving Leon a wink.

“Well, if the cat’s out of the bag, I’d prefer to reciprocate.”

Oliver nodded, biting his lip. Before he got Oliver’s cock in his mouth, Leon needed his lips. He craved Oliver’s kisses and wrapped a hand around the back of his neck to bring him in close, hungrily kissing him as he was still coming down from his own orgasm.

“Your perfect mouth, baby,” Leon praised, and even though it was dark in the basement, he knew Oliver was blushing. He cupped Oliver’s clothed erection, itching to get his mouth on it. “How about you lie back and let me take care of this?”

He helped lay Oliver out on the couch with his head on Dylan’s thigh. Then he unzipped Oliver’s pants and pulled them down and off his skinny hips, along with his underwear. Dylan brushed Oliver’s hair off his sweaty forehead, and Oliver linked one of his hands with one of Dylan’s. It was sweet, and Leon’s heart felt weirdly warm about it.

“Fuck, condom is in my pants pocket, sorry,” Oliver said, and Leon fished it out. It was a higher-quality condom than they used at the club, and Leon wondered if they bought them especially for him. After being together for over fifteen years, he couldn’t imagine they used condoms with each other. Especially flavored ones.

He rolled the condom on and leaned over Oliver to give him another kiss, taking his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Don’t be afraid to fuck my mouth, all right? I want you to take your pleasure, darling.” Dylan’s fingers circled the base of his dick, squeezing to stave off his orgasm. Leon was impressed with how long Dylan could last. Dylan didn’t want to miss a moment.

On the way down to Oliver’s dick, Leon pushed his t-shirt up and stopped to lick and bite at his nipples a little. “I still want my chance at these.” Oliver nodded, and Leon finally settled between his legs, guiding the one next to the back of the couch up and over his shoulder, just to fit better.

Oliver’s dick was the perfect size for Leon’s mouth. He could take the entire length in without too much trouble, and he got lost in the feeling of the head of Oliver’s dick nestling into the opening of his throat. He buried his nose in the soft curls of Oliver’s pubic hair and tried to imagine how good he’d taste if he didn’t have to have a watermelon-flavored condom between them. Condoms were the worst part of casual sex.

It took a bit for Oliver to relax into the blowjob and get comfortable thrusting up into Leon’s mouth, but the closer he got to climax, the freer he got with his hips. Leon was glad Oliver took him at his word. Listening to him gasp and moan as he thrust up into Leon’s mouth, taking what he needed from him, was intensely erotic. As Oliver started getting close, he tangled the fingers of his free hand into Leon’s hair, holding him in place as he fucked up into his mouth. He felt Oliver shoot into the condom, the pulse of his orgasm on the underside of his dick rushing sweetly over Leon’s tongue.

Oliver collapsed, boneless, into the couch cushions, releasing his grip on Leon’s hair so Leon could remove his condom as nicely as Oliver had for him. Oliver sat up, his rucked-up t-shirt falling to cover his belly button. Leon couldn’t help but kiss him.

“Someone looks like they could use a little help. Maybe you could give Dylan a little taste of what your mouth feels like,” Leon suggested, nodding toward Dylan and his angry red erection. Oliver smiled and got situated on his knees, facing Dylan this time. Oliver had his bare ass up in the air, and Leon just sat back and admired as Oliver took his husband’s cock in his mouth.

“Fuck, Olly,” Dylan breathed, gently scratching his nails through the back of Oliver’s hair. Leon wondered how many times Oliver had sucked his dick. Hundreds of times. Thousands, maybe. Leon tried his best not to be jealous, but Oliver’s mouth felt too amazing to not feel a little jealous about it. He was grateful for the practice Oliver had put in though.

“Okay, babe, here I come,” Dylan warned, his voice a cracked whisper as his body went taut. Oliver moaned as Dylan came, long and hard, as if he still couldn’t believe how hot the three of them were together.

Slowly, Oliver pulled off and sat back up, opening his mouth to show Leon how much come he could take.

“Baby, careful, the couch.” Dylan laughed as Oliver let a little spill from between his lips, eyes locked on Leon. Leon’s cock twitched, and he reached down to adjust himself to show Oliver how affected he was. Dylan grabbed Oliver by the jaw and licked up his chin, cleaning him off before kissing him to relieve him of some of the come.

“That…is so fucking hot,” Leon said, burning with jealousy that they had to have barriers between them.

Oliver finally swallowed and straddled Leon’s lap, his soft dick on display. Leon wanted it in his mouth, just to hold it there.

“I want your come so bad,” Oliver said, kissing Leon’s cheek before pressing their foreheads together. “I want to taste you, and I want to feel how wet you make me when you come in my ass. I want to feel you drip out of me for hours after you fuck me.”

Leon smoothed his hands over Oliver’s bare ass, wishing he was sitting on his dick. “I want that too.”

“Maybe…we all get tested. And then you wear condoms with everyone but us,” Oliver suggested. Another thing that he and Dylan had clearly talked about beforehand.

Leon nodded. “I like that idea.” He parted Oliver’s cheeks and pressed a dry finger against his hole, feeling his whole body shiver. “I like that idea a lot.”