What You Need

15. Dylan

FIFTEEN

DYLAN

Their city’s hockey team was in the playoffs, and Oliver couldn’t care less. He was going to a concert with his sister and Dylan was going to watch the game with Leon. Oliver gave Dylan a kiss goodbye as they both got into their cars to leave for the evening.

Oliver had prepared Dylan for Leon’s gorgeous apartment, which had a doorman Dylan had to check in with in order to enter. Dylan and Oliver’s house was great for them—a dream come true—but it was a modest suburban house that they bought knowing they weren’t going to have kids. Leon’s apartment also wasn’t a place for kids, with sharp, modern angles and furniture that looked so nice that Dylan just knew it was worth many thousands of dollars more than what he and Oliver had, with black leather and lots of chrome. The dining room table was gigantic dark wood and had a raw free edge. There were appliances in Leon’s kitchen Dylan didn’t even recognize.

But while Dylan could have been nervous about being alone with Leon in this borderline opulent space, the time they had spent together put him at ease. Dylan’s first-date nerves mostly dissipated after he left his shoes at the door and Leon took his coat.

Leon looked comfortable in loose jeans and a maroon sweater, and Dylan was glad he hadn’t overthought his outfit—a vintage NHL crewneck and a pair of worn-in olive-green khakis.

The purpose of the evening was to test their chemistry together as a pair. Obviously, they were both obsessed with Oliver, who had sent Leon a text saying he was abandoning Dylan for the evening and his husband could use some company. But Oliver was the buffer between them for nearly every scenario. Even the text thread between Dylan and Leon was most frequently used to talk about Oliver.

“Oliver said you like chicken parm,” Leon said. He was full swing into cooking dinner and gave a pot of pasta a stir before igniting a burner under a shallow pan of oil. Next to the stove, a couple of chicken cutlets, already breaded, sat waiting.

“One of my faves. I only ever have it at restaurants because Oliver hates when our entire house smells like oil after frying anything.”

“Then you get a treat tonight.” Leon’s gaze landed back on him. Leon’s entire presence was one big flirt, and Dylan wondered if that was because of the context of their relationship or if it was just the way he was with everyone. Dylan kind of hoped he and Oliver were special, but it was hard to imagine how Leon could turn it off.

“How can I help?”

“I’ve got it covered. Just hang out and look pretty.” Dylan’s stomach swooped at the compliment. “Actually, you can grab yourself a drink. I was so focused on having dinner ready to go when you got here, I forgot my manners.”

“Your manners are perfect.” Dylan opened the fridge to find something out of Instagram—bottles and cans in neat rows, food in glass containers, fresh fruit and vegetables. Dylan grabbed a beer for himself and brought one to Leon, who pulled a bottle opener out of a drawer and took care of their caps for them.

Dylan leaned against the edge of the counter. “Is this the counter where you sucked off Oliver?”

Leon laughed, flipping one cutlet and then the other in the pan. “It is indeed. Happy to recreate it if you’re interested.”

The idea of Leon’s mouth on him was one of his primary interests, but he didn’t want to spend his time with Leon recreating moments he’d had with Oliver. He wanted his own. “Not turning down a blowjob, to be clear, but I’ll let Oliver have the honor of the kitchen counter blowie.”

“We’ll make our own memories,” Leon said, tugging Dylan close by a belt loop and pressing a ghost of a kiss on his lips. Their first kiss. Dylan shivered as a smile spread across Leon’s face, Leon’s hand finding his lower back to keep him close for a beat. It was no wonder this man could get Oliver ass-up in under twenty seconds. Dylan wanted to drop to his knees right then and there.

He got one more soft kiss before Leon broke away from him, nudging him away from the stove. “Gotta move quick, sorry,” he said, temp-checking the chicken that was frying before placing it into a pan and giving it a generous cover of marinara and cheese. He tucked it into the oven under the broiler and then drained the pasta.

He plated the pasta, spooned on the rest of the marinara, and grabbed a salad from the fridge. The oven timer beeped, and he placed the chicken on the pasta. Dinner was ready, and it was beautiful. In between the flurry of motion, the dirty dishes all ended up in Leon’s deep stainless sink. Leon was a precision animal. It wasn’t a surprise to watch him be so type A in the kitchen. He was a lawyer. He liked to be in charge and was good at details.

It was hot.

They brought their food to the living room, and Leon flipped the game on.

“First bite is yours,” Leon prompted, and Dylan got a bite with chicken and sauce and pasta and cheese, moaning the way Oliver did when Leon was balls deep in him.

“I could come from this,” Dylan said with his mouth full.

Leon looked extremely pleased with himself as he took his own bite. He knew it was good. He’d been waiting for the praise.

“How’d you learn to cook like this?”

“After I graduated from law school, I was living on my own for the first time and didn’t have much of a life outside of work. I watched a lot of cooking shows and realized I needed something at the end of my day to help destress. Plus, I like to eat good food. Pleasure is very important to me.”

“Now that I know about you.” Dylan laughed. They ate their food and watched the game, and by the end of the first period, their plates were stacked on the coffee table, and Leon and Dylan were sitting close together, Leon’s arm around Dylan’s shoulders.

Dylan was used to being the big spoon. He was used to having Oliver curled up against him. But being tucked under Leon’s arm, head on his chest, made him feel safe. Leon was brawny in a way neither Dylan nor Oliver would ever be, and, well, it was just hot.

Their team was up by two when they headed into the first intermission, and Dylan was buzzing with anticipation. He’d never been on a date without Oliver. And by now, even though every second he spent with Oliver was enjoyable, nothing was too terribly surprising.

“Do you want to show me your bedroom?” Dylan asked, skipping being coy. “Oliver said it was beautiful.”

“Yeah, I think Oliver liked it a lot,” Leon said, the smile evident in his voice. He stood up and pulled Dylan up with him, taking his hand as he led him down the hall to the bedroom. Leon opened a set of double doors, and there was the giant, sumptuous bed that Dylan had several photos of Oliver spread all over, that sparkly plug nestled between his cheeks. Dylan got hard just thinking about it.

“Oliver said your bed is really comfortable.”

“I’m a pleasure-driven being, and a comfortable bed is part of that. Can I show you something I didn’t show Oliver?”

“Yes,” Dylan said, unsure of what he was about to see. Leon had a shallow armoire in the corner of the large room, and he opened the doors to it with a flourish. Hanging on the back were floggers, whips, ropes, cuffs, leather, and a lot of stuff Dylan didn’t understand.

“I want to give Oliver all of the sweetness in the world. I want every orgasm he has to be perfect. I want him to float through clouds and never come down from that high,” Leon explained. “But I think you need something a little different, don’t you?”

“If the way my dick reacted to all of this is any indication, maybe.”

“I’m thinking restraints. Chastity, temperature play. Oliver might like that one too, actually. Maybe a little impact play. Submission.”

“Yes,” Dylan said, the urge to be on his knees strong.

“How about you strip, get on the bed, and I’ll pick my favorite cuffs for you?”

Dylan was pulling his sweater over his head before Leon finished his sentence. His intrigue at what other people were doing at the sex club was bubbling back up. He’d been so focused on the fantasy they had been playing out that not a lot else entered his brain.

“Can you wear that leather thing again?” Dylan asked, hopping out of his pants.

“Do you want to put it on me?”

Dylan nodded, his clothes in a pile in Leon’s expensive-looking bedroom as he stood there in his socks and underwear.

Leon pulled his own sweater off, eyes never leaving Dylan. When Leon undressed, it was sexy. When Dylan did it, he always felt a little like an idiot.

“All the way,” Leon reminded Dylan, and he finished stripping. Leon was pulling his own socks off when Dylan was done, and then Leon reached into the armoire and grabbed the leather harness he’d worn the second time they met him at the club.

Leon was hard, his erection standing proud in a nest of dark hair, body chiseled from marble, completely comfortable in his own skin. He smiled at Dylan. “I haven’t gotten the chance to fully appreciate you completely naked,” he said. “Give me a spin.”

Dylan blushed and did as he asked, turning to give Leon the full three-sixty. Leon gave his ass a smack.

“I swear, you two will be the death of me,” Leon said, handing over the harness. “It goes on kind of like a shirt,” he explained, turning to face away from Dylan as Dylan helped thread his arms through the correct openings. He turned back around so Dylan could secure the buckle over Leon’s chest. Leon took the moment to grab Dylan’s hips and pull him close, their hard cocks pressing together, and Leon leaned in for a kiss.

The kisses in the kitchen had been sweet. This was passionate and dirty, leaving Dylan breathless as he tried desperately to keep up. Leon’s lips were soft, but his kisses were firm, and when Leon pulled away, Dylan whined.

“Oliver always talks about how good of a kisser you are, but I didn’t think you’d blow my mind like that.”

Leon’s smile had a bit of a predatory edge that it didn’t have when he looked at Oliver. “Just wait until you learn the full extent of my talents.”

He didn’t wait for Dylan to respond before leaning back in, his hands on Dylan’s waist, keeping him pressed tight against Leon’s body as they kissed. Dylan’s hands hadn’t left the harness that was strapped across Leon’s chest, fingers gripping tight.

“How about we start with cuffs, and we can build on that if you like it?” Leon asked, and Dylan nodded. “On the bed.”

Dylan scrambled onto the bed, which was just as sumptuous and cloudlike as Oliver had described it. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the mirror featured in several of the photos he’d received from Oliver’s date. What he hadn’t expected was the mirror on the ceiling.

“I have to get the two of you over here to fully appreciate that mirror,” Leon said, noticing where Dylan’s eyes were glued.

“That’s…hot.”

“You just wait, babe.”

Leon had a set of leather cuffs in his hand as he crawled up the bed, settling his body over Dylan’s to kiss him again. Dylan lifted his hips, searching for friction, and one of Leon’s hands pushed his hips back to the bed.

“None of that,” Leon said. He laid out the rules for being in cuffs and the stoplight system. Dylan didn’t think he would ever be harder than he was when he could watch the way Leon’s cock split Oliver open, but this was…pretty close. Leon attached the cuffs to points on the headboard that Dylan had thought were decorative but were apparently functional.

“How does that feel? Comfortable? You’re going to be in them for a little while, so I hope they’re all right.”

“A while?” Dylan asked, wondering how Leon could feel so calm and collected. When Dylan got hard, his brain stopped working properly. Leon seemed to be able to keep his wits about him. It was nice to have one out of the three of them keep it together.

“I’m going to take my time.” That soft-voiced threat thrilled through Dylan’s body. Leon kissed him again, long and lush, before trailing kisses down his chest. Dylan didn’t have nipples as sensitive as Oliver’s but it still felt good as Leon nipped and sucked at them. When he looked at Leon, he saw the focused top of his face, his short hair neat as ever. He had the urge to mess it up, but his attempt at moving his arm was short-lived as the cuff stopped him in his tracks.

Leon looked up at him. “Are you being good?” he asked. Dylan felt a drip of precome land on his stomach, and he wasn’t sure it was his own.

“Yes,” he said, trying to get away from the overwhelming feeling of Leon’s gaze by looking up. That was a mistake. All he could see was Dylan’s hands in his cuffs, Leon’s big body blocking most of the rest of Dylan.

Leon kept his kisses light as he moved down Dylan’s chest. He licked up the drop of precome, the prickle of his short beard brushing against Dylan’s dick. He canted his hips again and was rewarded this time with both of Leon’s hands holding him down.

“What did I tell you about that?” Leon asked.

“I don’t remember,” Dylan said. He could barely remember his own name.

“I said no. You’re lucky I don’t have any punishments planned for you tonight.”

“But you could?”

“Sure, babe. If you’re interested. We can talk about it outside of the bedroom.”

“It would be kinda hot if you could get Oliver to do it, too.”

“Not sure if I could get that sweetie to hold a whip, but we can ask.”

“He’s very good at making me happy,” Dylan pointed out.

Leon laughed a huff of warm breath across Dylan’s cock. “When you put it that way.”

Dylan flexed his hands into fists, feeling a little antsy with the lack of autonomy. The urge to touch Leon was powerful.

“Maybe Oliver could hold my wrists while you do whatever you want to me.”

Leon reached down to encircle his own cock, dropping his forehead to Dylan’s hip. It was so hard to fluster Leon.

“Dylan, do you like to be penetrated?” It felt like a deflection from the slight slip of his perfect facade, but it was effective.

“Sometimes.” Leon dragged the tip of his tongue down the underside of Dylan’s shaft as he made his way to Dylan’s inner thighs. Oliver loved to bottom, so that was generally the way things went. Dylan didn’t have anything against it, but the opportunity didn’t come up much.

“Would you let me penetrate you?”

“With your cock?”

“Yeah. Or something else. Open to suggestions.”

“After hearing all the moans you’ve been able to fuck out of Olly, I’d like a go on it, too.”

“God, sometimes when I’m around you two, I have to pinch myself.”

“How are we different from going to the club?”

“You’re my wet dream incarnate.” Leon sat back on his heels between Dylan’s spread thighs, his fingers tracing shivery lines from his thighs to his shins and back up. “Soft, sweet Oliver and his husband with a little edge. An angel and a devil. I can’t even express how different it is being with you two than it is at the club. That’s all recreational. Fun, sure, but for someone unpartnered, you go and get an orgasm and go home. You two…you’re more than that.”

Leon bent down again, sealing his lips over the sensitive skin of Dylan’s inner thigh and sucking. Dylan looked up again. The mirror gave such a good view of Leon’s ass from this angle and the leather stretched over his back and shoulders. Dylan wanted to reach out and grab him by the harness so badly. He pulled his restraints again as Leon continued to suck a mark on his thigh.

For all the times he and Oliver had had sex, he wasn’t sure if Oliver had ever successfully teased him on purpose. Teased him like this, by withholding something Dylan wanted, and not just due to circumstance. He squirmed as Leon’s mouth moved to his other thigh. He spread his legs farther, silently asking for something.

“Someday, I’m going to spend hours going back and forth between you two, pulling orgasm after orgasm from each of you until you’re both sobbing.” Leon’s warm breath tickled over his thighs, which were wet from saliva and sore from abuse. Wearing pants was going to hurt. Even though Leon wasn’t going to fuck him, he still wasn’t going to let Dylan forget their night together anytime soon.

Dylan whined, trying to keep still for Leon as he pictured him and Oliver at Leon’s mercy all night. He was having a great time with Leon, but God, he missed his husband. He knew Leon was missing him, too. And when Leon wasn’t with them, he and Oliver were both missing him. The three of them were special together.

“I keep thinking about what our lives would be like if we hadn’t gone to the club that night,” Dylan said, pulling at his restraints. The inside of the leather cuffs was soft and didn’t bite into his skin the way he had anticipated. Next time they did this, he’d want his feet tied up too, probably.

Leon pulled away from him again, right as his mouth got close to Dylan’s balls. He whined, his want for Leon uncontrollable. Leon sat back again, and Dylan could have cried. But Leon just grabbed a bottle of lube from the corner of the bed, and he relaxed. Okay. Finally, something was going to happen.

Leon flipped the cap and drizzled some onto his hand, and then…wrapped that hand around his own erection, groaning as he stroked himself.

“Not fair,” Dylan cried, eyes unable to leave the delicious sight of Leon touching himself. He was putting on a show for Dylan, rocking his hips into his tight grip, the deep red head of his cock peeking out over the top of his fist with every stroke.

“Fuck, this feels so fucking good.” Leon groaned, his other hand gripping his balls tight as he fucked his fist. “I’ve got you nice and laid out for me, your cock so desperate. I bet you want a little relief like this.”

“Please,” Dylan begged. Leon pressed in closer, wrapping Dylan’s legs around his waist, his hips tilted toward Leon. He was in the perfect position to just slip right into Dylan’s hole. Dylan wished desperately that he was prepped. “I want more.”

“I’m not going to give you what you want. I’m going to give you what you need.”

Leon’s hand went back to his own cock, and when he thrust into his grip, the force felt just like it would if Leon fucked him. Leon moaned, his hips really getting into it, like he was giving Dylan the fucking of a lifetime.

Ugh, Dylan had promised Oliver that the first time Leon fucked him, Oliver would be there. He wanted Oliver there for it. But he also needed something.

“Please touch me,” Dylan begged, to no avail. Instead, Leon grabbed his phone, where he’d tossed it right next to the lube. Dylan wrapped his legs around Leon’s waist, trying to pull him closer.

Leon opened his camera app, then started a video, panning from where Dylan was wrapped around Leon and up to where he was cuffed to the headboard.

“You’re not complaining about how I’m taking care of you, are you, Dylan?” he asked, and Dylan whined again. He knew this was going to Oliver. Usually when he and Oliver made videos for Leon, it was easy to ham it up, moan louder, arch higher, fuck in deeper. But now, Dylan didn’t know how to perform anything. He didn’t have any control.

“Please, please touch me.” In the mirror over the bed, he could see how achingly hard he was. Leon kept stroking himself, hips slowly pushing Dylan back against the headboard. He pushed his hands against it to keep himself in place, earning a pleased hum from Leon.

“I like that,” Leon said, voice getting rough from the exertion. Dylan had no idea how long they’d been at this, but it felt like hours at this point. Leon’s hand was speeding up, and because Dylan had been a diligent student of this man’s orgasms over the past few months, he knew exactly what he looked like right before he came. A moan ripped from his throat as his orgasm spilled over Dylan’s cock, balls, and stomach. It dripped warm paths across Dylan’s abdomen as Leon caught his breath, squeezing every last drop out of himself.

As soon as he gained his own composure, he eased Dylan’s thighs apart with his hands so he could settle on his chest between them, licking up the mess he’d made, first across Dylan’s stomach, then finally finally making it to Dylan’s cock.

“You’ve been very patient,” Leon said, letting his lips drag over Dylan’s length. Dylan shivered.

“Yeah,” he agreed, his every thought focused on Leon’s lips, praying he would have mercy on him and finally take him into his mouth.

“As a reward, your hips can do whatever they want when I put my mouth on you. Do you understand?”

“I think so.”

“Color?”

“Green, green.”

Leon smiled up at him, knowing that Dylan was putty in his hands. Dylan was helpless for Oliver because Oliver had him wrapped around his little finger. He was helpless for Leon because Leon’s method of restraint was a little different.

Leon wrapped his lips around the head of Dylan’s cock, and Dylan thrust his hips up, unable to control himself. He chased the wet heat of Leon’s mouth, and Leon let him have it, bobbing down so Dylan could press his cock into the opening of Leon’s throat. Leon sucked, one hand squeezing Dylan’s balls harder than Oliver was ever willing to. Tears sprang to his eyes, and he pulled at his cuffs. He was shaking, and he knew the moans he was letting out were undignified as he kept thrusting into Leon’s mouth.

Leon hummed around him, his saliva dripping down Dylan’s cock and into his pubic hair. He wanted to wrap his hands around Leon’s head and hold him still, but that wasn’t going to happen tonight.

“More,” Dylan begged. “I’m close. I need more.”

Leon sucked harder, taking him in deep enough to press his nose to Dylan’s pubic bone, one finger pressing up behind Dylan’s balls to massage his taint, and that was more than enough. His hips had a mind of their own as he came, and Leon grabbed them to hold him still, swallowing every drop Dylan spilled and sucking like he wanted more.

“Okay, okay,” Dylan said, unsure how to get it to stop now. He was overstimulated and exhausted.

Leon stopped immediately, reaching up to undo the buckles on Dylan’s cuffs with impressive swiftness. He pressed kisses to Dylan’s wrists, and then Dylan curled into his arms as Leon wiped his tears away. Leon stroked his back and pressed kisses to his forehead, and Dylan, even though he was completely wrung out and shaking, felt amazing.

They weren’t in a rush. Leon let him relax for a long time curled against his chest, and when Dylan finally felt a bit more clearheaded, Leon arranged them on the bed so they could see the TV hanging in the bedroom. Leon flipped it to the game.

“I forgot sports even existed,” Dylan said, happy to see that their team was still up, now 4–2 as the game was coming to a close.

“I didn’t plan on taking up most of the game. I know we said we were going to watch.”

“We both knew we weren’t going to,” Dylan said. His head rested on Leon’s chest near his nipple, and he stretched a bit to flick his tongue over it.

“You’re naughty,” Leon said appreciatively. “Did you have a good time?”

“Fuck yes,” Dylan said, replaying it in his mind. Leon was so good at so many things, and one of them was the ability to read him like a book. Oliver too. Leon just knew that Dylan would like to be tied up. Dylan was eager to get started on the list of other things Leon mentioned. He looked up at the mirror on the ceiling again, seeing the way their bodies were entangled on the bed. Even nonsexually, they looked hot together. They’d look hotter with Oliver.

“Did you send that video to Olly?”

“I told him to text me when he wasn’t with his sister anymore.”

“Mmm, smart.” Dylan wanted to fall asleep right then and there, and he would have, if Oliver was there. “I don’t want to leave.”

“You don’t have to right now. You can stay awhile. I’ll make you a cup of tea.” Leon’s voice had a little rasp to it. If Dylan didn’t have a refractory period, and if he hadn’t been completely wiped out, he’d want to go again. It was unfair for Leon to be so sexy and for Dylan to be limited by what his body was capable of.

They finished out the game and then headed into the bathroom to get cleaned up. Leon loaned him some clean clothes. Oliver always looked adorable in Leon’s big clothes, but the clothes that were snug on Leon fit Dylan pretty normally. Still, he knew Oliver would try to burrow into them when Dylan got home.

Dylan had his cup of tea, and Oliver texted he was on his way home. It was time for Dylan to head out. He wished Leon was coming with him.

“Give this to Oliver,” Leon said at the door, pressing Dylan against the jamb and kissing him slow and deep. “Tell him he missed a lot tonight.”

Dylan still felt dazed. He pulled Leon into one more kiss before heading down to his car.