13. Dylan
THIRTEEN
DYLAN
Dylan woke from the gentle motion of the bed. While he’d ended up in the king bed next to Oliver and Leon the night before, he’d peeled off before they fell asleep, ending up right at the edge of the mattress. He ran too hot to cuddle, but was too tired to drag himself to the couch.
“Shh, baby,” Leon’s soft voice said as Oliver stifled a moan. “We have to be quiet.”
“I’m ready,” Oliver whispered. “Please.”
The bed shifted again, and the sounds of Oliver and Leon kissing drifted over Dylan. He was hard in his boxers. He peeked out of one eye to see the alarm clock on the side table. They were fucking at six a.m. At least Dylan wouldn’t have to rush out of there for the last day of the conference.
He closed his eyes again, imagining what was going on behind him.
“You’re so tight, baby.” Leon sighed. Dylan barely had to imagine.
Oliver whimpered again, and the bed started shifting in a slow rhythm.
Obviously, they weren’t actually trying not to wake Dylan up. It was all part of their play. Still, it was hot to pretend to overhear them. To pretend like they were trying to keep something from Dylan. He’d be hurt if they were actually keeping something from him, but knowing it was as much for him as it was for the two of them made his hard cock fucking ache.
He’d expected the rhythm of Leon’s thrusts to increase, but it stayed at the same steady, slow pace as Oliver started to moan more desperately. Dylan dropped his hand to his cock, rubbing himself through his boxers. He thought about his recent experience with Leon’s erection. Having direct knowledge of it made him understand exactly what was currently grinding into his husband’s ass.
“I love having your legs wrapped around me,” Leon said, voice even quieter than before, like it might actually be something he wanted to keep private.
Before jealousy could bubble up, Oliver let out a moan at borderline normal volume, and Dylan figured it was as good of a cue as ever to roll over and let them know he was awake.
Leon’s big body was curled over Oliver, the comforter covering most of them. Oliver’s arms were wrapped around Leon’s shoulders, foreheads pressed together as they panted between kisses. Their eye contact was scorching and uninterrupted as Leon continued his slow thrusts.
This wasn’t the porn star shit they’d been doing. This was something else. This felt like…like they were making love.
Dylan’s heart twisted as he felt a thousand things. What his eyes were taking in in front of him was blazing fucking hot. The sheen of sweat on Leon’s forehead, the pink spreading across the bit of Oliver’s chest he could see. One of Oliver’s hands disappeared from Leon’s neck beneath the sheets as he started to jerk himself off.
“Please fuck me,” Oliver begged, getting one more kiss from Leon before he unleashed the full power of his hips. Seeing Leon fuck his husband from across the room, through glass, over FaceTime, in videos or photos was nothing like being in bed next to them, viscerally feeling the mattress shake and the emanating heat from their bodies.
Oliver’s hand sped up, and Dylan could only tell from the way his bicep was flexing. He arched his spine so prettily, throat bared as he tossed his head back. Leon’s mouth descended to the smooth skin of his neck immediately, one hand supporting the arch of Oliver’s back as Leon got a few more hard thrusts in, then he slowed down and let a breath out. He buried his face in Oliver’s neck, and Oliver combed fingers through his short hair as they both came down.
It wasn’t until Leon pulled out and climbed off the bed to go clean up and get something to clean Oliver up that Oliver even looked over at Dylan.
“Did you come?” Oliver asked, that fucked-out smile that Dylan loved so much on his face.
“Uh, not yet,” Dylan said, peeling the covers back to reveal the erection that was still tenting his boxers.
“Take ’em off,” Oliver said, and he did as Oliver pushed the blankets down. He straddled Dylan’s chest, facing away from him, and the little jealous beast in his chest calmed down. This was his baby.
He steadied Oliver’s ass in two hands as Oliver got to work on his erection, swallowing him down. Dylan would fight wars for that tongue. Oliver bobbed and moaned, and Dylan pulled his cheeks apart to lick up the load Leon had left and tease the sensitive skin around his hole. When Oliver hadn’t come yet, he wasn’t a huge fan of this position, but after an orgasm, he’d sit on Dylan’s face and suck his dick for days.
They could both tell when the other was trying to rush an orgasm for whatever reason, but Oliver was taking his time. He still loved Dylan. Still loved Dylan’s cock. Dylan thrust his hips up a bit just to hear Oliver moan around him. Being enveloped so completely by Oliver was the perfect way to start the day, and when Dylan came, Oliver gave his balls a tight squeeze, just how he liked. A perfect orgasm. Yeah, he liked jerking off while Oliver got fucked by another man, but he also just wanted to come in his husband’s mouth every now and then.
Oliver rolled off of him with a giggle, and Dylan remembered Leon was there with them. He was leaning against the bathroom door with a sweet, soft smile on his face.
“Can’t fault you for liking to watch,” he said, raising an eyebrow as he came to help clean all of the come and lube off Oliver that Dylan had missed. His hands were so gentle on Oliver’s skin. He was so familiar with Oliver’s body. “That was a pretty good show.”
“Dyl and I are super fucking hot. We can’t help it,” Oliver teased.
“Oh, I know. I knew the second I saw you two that you were going to fill up my fantasies.” He smiled at Dylan, and even though his hands were on Oliver, it was clear that Leon was there for Dylan too.
Dylan loved traveling, but he loved being home more. Coming home to the house that he and Oliver had spent years making their own—painting and decorating and doing light home improvement projects—was Dylan’s favorite thing in the world.
“Feels like you’re more anxious than when we were at the airport this afternoon,” Oliver said, cuddled against him on the sectional in the basement. Just the two of them.
“Just having feelings,” Dylan said, knowing if he didn’t tell Oliver what he was feeling, it would eat him up inside and explode when he wasn’t in a good place to talk through them.
Oliver hit Pause on the remote, the zombie movie they’d put on stopping on a gruesome scene.
“Tell me,” Oliver said, readjusting so he could sit square in Dylan’s lap, arms looped around his neck. The familiar weight of him was grounding.
“Yesterday, when we woke up in the morning…” Dylan started, not quite sure how to ask the question he had on the tip of his tongue.He drifted a hand under the back of Oliver’s sweatshirt to feel his warm skin.
“Yeah?”
“The way Leon was fucking you. It just looked to me like he was…making love to you.”
Oliver hummed.
“Is he in love with you?”
Oliver shrugged, but Dylan knew he wasn’t blowing the question off. “He’s never told me that.”
Dylan took a breath and then asked the harder question. “Are you in love with him?”
Oliver tipped his head to the side, his brows drawing to a V on his forehead. He looked a little sad.
“Maybe,” he whispered. Dylan squeezed his hips and tried at a smile.
“Hard to imagine how you could have the set of interactions you’ve had with him and not fall for him.”
Oliver nodded. “It’s, uh, confusing for sure.”
“Uncharted territory.” Dylan laughed. Oliver held his face in his hands and brought their foreheads together.
“I love you more than anything in this universe.”
“I know, baby. Me too.”
“And I also might love Leon.”
Dylan pressed a soft kiss to Oliver’s lips.
“And it’s scary because this isn’t what he signed up for. I don’t want to let him go like some hookup, and I don’t want to fuck up anything that we have.”
“One of my favorite things about you has always been your big heart,” Dylan said. None of them had signed up for this situation. It had slipped quickly from their interactions being kind, to friendly, to familiar, to emotional. Deeply emotional. “What are we going to do?”
“I want to keep dating him. The two of us,” he corrected quickly. “Or, I mean you and I date him. The three of us.”
“I’m so glad this isn’t confusing,” Dylan said with a laugh, giving Oliver’s lower back a rub as he laughed too.
“Well, how are we going to do this?”
“Let’s think on it a while, all right?”
Oliver bit his lip. “Couldn’t help but notice you were also enjoying Leon in a more hands-on way on this trip.”
“Mouth-on, at least,” Dylan joked. “Yeah. That was…incredibly sexy. Loved thinking about everything that dick has done to you while he was fucking my throat.” Dylan was getting hard just thinking about it. He and Oliver had plenty of sex, but they had really gone for it in Vegas, taking advantage of the three of them being in the same space for a length of time. Dylan had loved that.
“So much.” Oliver smiled, leaning in for a kiss. No matter what was happening with Leon, Oliver’s mouth felt the same as it always had. What they were doing was scary, and while Dylan and Oliver were good at talking to each other, this was new territory. For both of them. “Is that something you want to continue to explore?”
“I think so,” Dylan said. When they’d set out on this adventure together, Dylan had only imagined finding someone who clicked with Oliver and treated him well. But Dylan and Leon had a spark, too, even if it was a little different from what Leon and Oliver had.
“You should spend some time alone with him. He’s fun.”
“Yeah, I know what you think is fun,” Dylan said.
“He’ll fuck you, too, if you want it.” Oliver’s expression was gentle, understanding. Dylan didn’t bottom often, but something about Leon made him consider it.
“If he does, you’ll be there for that.”
“Do you ever feel a little jealous?” Oliver asked. “Because seeing the two of you together was so hot and I loved seeing you connect, but there was also this little ache. Like…that’s my boy whose mouth you’re fucking.”
“Yeah, baby. I do occasionally. Yesterday morning, waking up to you two just so entangled together. The way he looked at you. The way you moaned for him.”
The corners of Oliver’s mouth turned down, and Dylan gave him a reassuring kiss.
“I want you to know that every time I moan his name, it’s because I know it gets you off too.”
“It sure does,” Dylan agreed. “You didn’t do anything wrong. It was beautiful. The way he treats you is beautiful, and I really feel like he respects us.”
“He does. Every time the two of us are alone, he’s the one who always brings you up. Wraps you into what we’re doing. He picked out those sunglasses for you.”
Dylan sighed. The jealousy was unavoidable. It was new. They would figure it out. What they couldn’t do was let Leon get away. “We gotta figure out a way to keep him, don’t we?”
“Yes, please. I’d like that very much. But tonight, when we have sex, can it be just the two of us? So we can reconnect.” Obviously Leon wasn’t there, but even when he wasn’t physically with them, he was the topic of their fantasies and dirty talk.
“Just the two of us, baby.”