You’re Ours (Not So Normative)

Chapter 1

Chapter One

TYLER

W hose bright idea was it to have a work event with no food?

Tyler glared daggers at the paltry bowl of peanuts in front of him and took another sip of his third beer in as many hours. As if to further taunt him on this crappy evening, his phone buzzed again. He’d programmed it to have different text tones and vibration sequences for each app, and this was the third Grindr notification.

He could be dick-deep in someone, double-fisting a beer and a slice of pizza, but no. He was here, bored out of his skull, waiting for their CEO to finish his speech.

Tyler’s phone buzzed again, this time from Tinder, and his empty stomach tied in a knot. He was getting too old for this. That’s what everyone said: his mother, his sister, his sister’s wife, and even his two-year-old niece. The few friends he had also said that, on the rare occasion they grabbed a beer or caught a game together anymore. Most of his friends were coupled up, married, or somehow otherwise engaged.

Tyler respected it—and even celebrated it–for most of his friends, especially for his sister and her amazing wife. He just didn’t know if all that was right for him. His past three partners sure hadn’t thought it was.

Speaking of marriage, Tyler spotted his work husband across the room, and that knot in his belly released. He usually wasn’t so hard to spot, given his height and shock of black hair, but Tyler hadn’t exactly been looking. He’d spent the better part of the morning in a team meeting with Jackson, so it wasn't like he needed to bother the other man on what was supposed to be their Friday evening.

Jackson hadn’t spotted him yet. His head was bent as he listened to something a much shorter man from Human Resources said to him. His face was set in a polite mask as his dark eyes slowly swept over the room. Even from across the room, Tyler could see his five-o’clock-shadow. It highlighted his sharp jaw, and not for the first time that day, Tyler let his eyes trace the shape of Jackson’s lips. They pulled into a slight frown as Jackson bent his head closer to the other man. Tyler considered looking away, but it was either Jackson or the offensive bowl of peanuts, so he kept his eyes fixed on his much more pleasing-to-look-at coworker.

He could tell the exact moment Jackson spotted him because his face lit up in a way that always made something inside Tyler move. It wasn’t in his stomach—or his dick, which is where he would have expected it, given how damn attractive Jackson was. No, it was somewhere in his chest. Not his heart, because that had definitely never happened to him before, but a spot right below his rib cage, like something was sticking and catching there anytime they were near each other.

That spot began to flutter as Jackson turned towards him, but the CEO bid them goodnight, and the room broke out into polite applause. Tyler took that as his opportunity to escape and slipped out of the large conference center, heading back to his office to get his things.

A few minutes later, he got back in the elevator, pretty confident he’d be able to make a quick escape. Unfortunately, as if to further test his patience, the elevator stopped on the conference center floor. The doors opened, revealing a bedraggled-looking Jackson, and that blasted fluttering started up again.

“You heading out?” Jackson asked as he stepped inside and glanced at the lit-up L button. He pressed the G button and came to stand right next to Tyler. Their shoulders brushed as the elevator began its descent again.

“Yeah, I desperately need some food.” Tyler almost added that he needed to check his myriad dating apps as well, but he decided to keep that to himself. “Where is my beloved work husband’s husband? Did he somehow get a pass on that enthralling event?”

Jackson’s husband, Sky, worked in the marketing department and was the life of every event he attended. Tyler definitely would’ve noticed if he’d been there.

“He did, actually. He’s been pulling all-nighters to launch a big campaign, and it finally went live yesterday. Thankfully, his director let him have a pass today.” Jackson’s brow furrowed as they passed between floors ten and nine but smoothed out by the time they passed floor eight. “I’m actually going to meet him for dinner, and I’m sure you’d be welcome to join. Did you take the train in? There’s a stop right by the restaurant. I could drop you off at it afterward.”

Tyler’s phone buzzed again, and he decided to hell with all his unread messages. “Yeah, actually, if it’s not too much trouble, that sounds great.”

The drive to the restaurant took twenty minutes in the evening traffic and reiterated for Tyler why he preferred the train. They chatted amiably about work in the accounting department. Jackson had been at the company several years longer than Tyler. He was a Controller I while Tyler was a Controller II. It was why he affectionately referred to Jackson as “boss” whenever he could, just to rile him up.

Jackson smoothly pulled the car into a curb spot right in front of the restaurant. Before Tyler could comment on how finding parking was nothing short of a miracle, Jackson got out of the car, a concerned look on his face. Tyler hustled after him, unsure what had caused the shift.

They found Sky standing in front of the door in a pink fur coat, looking pissed. Tyler took a step back as Jackson stepped forward. He’d never seen these two fight before, and he didn’t really want to start now.

As a couple, they seemed to have it all: the high-paying jobs, the nice cars, the gorgeous house–which Tyler had seen at last year’s team Christmas party–and each other. Jackson was level-headed, always quick to diffuse tense situations with his logic and intelligence, while Sky was equally intelligent but preferred wit and charm.

True to form, they both fell into their roles perfectly as Jackson reached for Sky, who practically flung himself into his husband’s arms.

“I had to put on pants to come out into this hellacious tundra, only to find the restaurant is closed, and you’re late!” Sky complained. He peered around Jackson at Tyler and flashed him a quick smile. “Oh, but you come bearing gifts. Hi, Ty, it’s good to see you.” He turned his face back up to glare at Jackson. “Now you’re going to have to buy me pizza with every topping I want to make it up to me.” Without another word, Sky turned on his heel and marched off.

Jackson let out a soft huff as he beeped the car locks. He then followed Sky away from the car.

Tyler’s heart sank; it seemed their evening had come to an abrupt end. He reached into his back pocket to pull out his phone. Maybe he could check Grindr and see if any of those messengers were nearby–

“Come on, Ty!” Sky yelled from half a block away. “It’s just up the block, and Jackson owes you every topping you want, too, for dragging you all the way out here,”

Jackson shook his head again, but when he turned to look at Tyler expectantly, that damn fluttering came back with a vengeance.

* * *

Tyler hadn’t realized when Sky was talking about pizza, he’d meant delivery. That was how Tyler found himself standing shoulder to shoulder with Jackson, pulling plates and cups down from their cupboards.

When they’d arrived at the condo, Sky had disappeared into the bedroom to submit their orders. Unsure what to do in the couple’s space, Tyler had obediently followed Jackson into the kitchen and offered to help. There wasn’t much to do to prepare for pizza, though, so once the table was set, he accepted a beer and picked up the conversation on their most recent audit from where they’d left off in the car.

The conversation was no different than one they’d have in the office or over lunch at the office cafe. Something about having it in Jackson’s softly lit kitchen made it different, though. He was almost acutely aware of the larger man. As Jackson unbuttoned and rolled up his sleeves, Tyler noticed for the first time a small scar above his wrist and the way his dark arm hair was more concentrated on the outside of his forearm. He’d seen his forearms before, when they’d stayed late in the office to tackle a particularly difficult forecast or needed to respond to an urgent budget request. Never during any of those times had Tyler noticed the prominent vein running up the inside of his left arm or the soft looking skin in the crease of his right elbow. He tried to blame it on the beer or the deathly boring meeting, but neither of those felt like adequate excuses.

The pizza arrived blessedly fast, meaning Tyler could stop studying his coworkers arms. Unfortunately—or fortunately, depending on how he looked at it—Sky reappeared in a robe and slippers to answer the door. It wasn’t the kind of fluffy robe Tyler had hanging on the back of his bathroom door. It was made of a silky floral print fabric and ended only a few inches down his thighs.

Tyler subtly glanced at Jackson to see what he thought of his husband’s attire, but he barely seemed to notice. He was actually staring at Tyler as he took a large swig of his beer. His eyes lingered on Tyler’s lips for a moment, then traced his swallow down his throat to his chest.

“I’m starving!” Sky announced as he deposited the pizzas on the table with a dramatic flourish.

Tyler and Jackson glanced at him as he took a seat, the robe riding up even higher on his leg, revealing several more inches of supple-looking skin. Tyler jerked his eyes away and, thankfully, this time, found Jackson looking at his husband, not at him. Something about the quirk in his lip and slant of his eyebrow reminded Tyler of long days working on exasperating spreadsheets, but Jackson’s eyes held nothing but warmth for his husband.

Tyler’s thoughts once again strayed back to marriage. In theory, he had nothing against sexual monogamy. He wasn’t particularly thrilled by it, but he’d been in committed relationships and hadn’t minded being sexually limited to one partner. No, it was more the idea that he was supposed to meet someone who would sweep him off his feet and cause him to know, deep in his chest, that this was the only person he wanted to be with romantically for the rest of his life. He’d discussed it once or twice with his sister, and the way she’d spoken of her wife was beautiful—it truly was—it just wasn’t something Tyler had experienced or could imagine experiencing.

Not like he saw in Jackson’s hooded gaze or Sky’s returning smile.

Sky managed to chase away Tyler’s rumination with a lively debate on pizza toppings. He liked to talk with his hands, and after one grand sweeping gesture, the neck of his robe fell, flashing his naked collarbone and shoulder at Tyler before he pulled it back up. Tyler tried to ignore the fact that Sky was quite possibly naked underneath the robe. He also tried to ignore Jackson’s knee, which had bumped his leg somewhere around their first slice of pizza and was still leaning against him when he reached for his third piece.

When Tyler made a particularly well-timed joke, Sky placed his hand on Tyler’s thigh and laughed uproariously.

A few minutes later, Jackson shifted next to him, pressing the outside of their thighs flush together. Tyler also managed to ignore this as he finished his final slice of pizza. It had done wonders in absorbing his earlier drinks, and he felt only slightly buzzed by the time Sky slowly dragged his hand higher up Tyler’s thigh.

The room fell into an anticipatory silence as Jackson balled up his napkin and placed it on his plate. He leaned over as if reaching for something but instead placed his hand on top of Sky’s. There was an almost artistic dichotomy between their two hands, something his artsy sister-in-law probably would have pointed out. Jackson’s skin was closer to olive than tan, and his hands had a light smattering of obsidian hair across the knuckles. His palm almost entirely encompassed Sky’s much paler hand, allowing only two of his fingers to peak out underneath. They were short and rather thin, a bit like Sky himself.

As Jackson squeezed Sky’s hand, Sky flexed his fingers, and they grazed across the top of Tyler’s leg. He could feel them like a brand, even through the fabric of his slacks.

When Sky tried to move their hands together, Jackson stilled the movement. This only served to heighten the warmth growing in Tyler’s stomach. Unlike that confusing flutter, this one was definitely spreading to his dick, and it blazed hot when Jackson whispered, “Tyler… Is this okay?”

Tyler glanced at Sky’s eager expression, then turned to face Jackson. “Is it okay that your husband is getting dangerously close to touching my dick?”

Sky leaned in. “Is it okay that we’re both getting dangerously close to touching your dick?” Sky demonstrated by moving his hand half an inch higher. This time Jackson allowed the movement, and his heavy fingers brushed the inside of Tyler’s thigh. He tried to hold in a shiver as he glanced between the two of them again.

“I mean, I’m totally down, but are you both okay with this?”

A beat passed where they both said nothing, then Sky jerked his hand back. Tyler tensed, afraid he’d said the wrong thing, but Jackson moved his hand up to grasp gently at the nape of Tyler’s neck. He’d done this many times at work when Tyler would complain of his frequent tension headaches. Jackson seemed to know exactly where to knead and press to alleviate Tyler’s pain. It was what had initially made Tyler refer to him as his work husband.

“I’m so sorry, Tyler,” Sky said, as he clutched both of his hands to his chest. “I thought Jackson had already explained this to you. We’re polyam, and even though it’s been…well, a while since we were with someone else, we’ve explicitly discussed being with you and are both in total agreement.”

Jackson made a noise in the back of his throat and tipped his head in apology. “I told Sky I would bring this up with you, and I’d planned on doing it soon…but then we ended up here…”

Sky made a high and uncomfortable noise that might have been a laugh and scratched the back of his neck. This once again lifted the robe up his legs. “I guess I might’ve jumped the gun a little bit. I’m sorry. We can go back to a casual dinner if you want–”

“No!” Tyler said, placing his own hand on Sky’s leg. The move felt more forward given Sky’s bare skin, but Sky’s wide eyes betrayed nothing but curiosity and a sparkle of excitement.

“No…?”

“No, I don’t want to go back to a casual dinner. This is definitely okay with me, and so long as it’s okay with both of you…” Tyler slowly slid his hand higher up Sky’s leg.

He barely had time to enjoy Sky’s silky soft skin before Jackson tightened his fingers on Tyler’s neck. As if they’d choreographed it, Sky grabbed Tyler’s hand, and Jackson dropped his to land on Tyler’s lower back as they all stood up together. Tyler easily allowed Sky to pull him back towards the bedroom.

“We’ve been tested, and we’re both negative for everything,” Jackson said from behind Tyler.

“I’m on PrEP and I get tested pretty regularly, but it might be slightly out of date,” Tyler said. “Just to be safe, we should use condoms.”

Sky pivoted towards a dresser rather than to the bed, where he had originally been heading. He reached into the top drawer and pulled out an unopened box of condoms.

Tyler wanted to make a joke about how eager they were, but it died on his tongue as Sky pushed his robe open, revealing his entire chest, including two pink, pert nipples, as well as two paler pink scars. Tyler made a surprised noise, and Sky’s crystal blue eyes shot to him in alarm. Tyler watched as his face seemed to shutter. Where it had been open and eager, it was now guarded, his brows knit together and his lips pursed.

“I’m trans,” Sky said slowly.

All Tyler could do was stare.

“You…you didn’t know that?”

Tyler shook his head, not wanting to open his mouth and say the wrong thing like “who cares?” or “as far as I’m concerned, you’re just an adorable, flamboyant twink.”

Jackson moved to Sky’s side and wrapped a protective arm around his shoulders. “He has a trans flag on his desk at work.”

There had also been a trans flag sticking out of a cactus in the kitchen. Tyler felt like he had to say something, so he went with, “I honestly just thought you were a kickass ally?”

Jackson’s mouth dropped open in a surprised “Oh,” but Sky was staring over Tyler’s shoulder. “Is this going to be a problem?”

Tyler shook his head so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash. “No! Of course not! I’ve been with trans guys before. And trans gals. And actually some nonbinary peeps, as well. Truly, I'm an equal opportunity sort of dude,” he babbled, culminating his impromptu little speech with a helpless shrug.

He was still holding Sky’s hand, and he squeezed it in what he hoped was a reassuring way. Sky looked at their hands as if he’d forgotten they were still linked together.

“So, what you’re saying is you’re experienced,” Sky said slowly, “and when I tell you I want you to use the terms ‘dick,’ ‘holes,’ and ‘chest’ for my respective parts, you can do that?” He looked up at Tyler through his lashes.

Tyler nodded eagerly. “Do you not want me to use words like ‘pretty,’ ‘beautiful,’ or ‘gorgeous’?”

Sky’s lips slowly turned up into a devious smile, and Tyler’s dick, which had tried very hard to climb back inside his body in mortification, perked up at the sight.

“You can call me anything you want,” Sky practically purred.

Tyler nearly swallowed his own tongue when Jackson traced a hand down Sky’s chest and into his short, purple boxer briefs. “You can also say how sexy it is that despite your little misunderstanding, he’s already wet for us.”

Both Sky and Tyler moaned, and Jackson seemed to take that as his cue to use one hand to remove Sky’s robe and the other to pull down his underwear. Sky reached with their clasped hands to pull at Tyler’s shirt.

“He’ll need both hands to get undressed, love,” Jackson murmured. “Why don’t you help me?”

Sky gave Tyler back his hand and quickly helped Jackson out of his clothes while Tyler nearly ripped off his own. His brain switched into hookup autopilot, and he bent down to grab the forgotten box of condoms and tore it open, pulling out a strip and discarding the box again.

“Do you like to top, bottom, or both?” Sky asked. “If you only like to bottom, I can get my strap and fuck you while Jackson fucks me. If you like both, we’re happy to put you in the middle, and if you only like to top…” Sky’s grin turned almost feral as he glanced between his husband and Tyler. “Well, then I guess you’ll just have to take turns with me.”

“You do have two holes, love,” Jackson said, tipping Sky’s chin up and capturing his mouth in a filthy kiss.

Tyler had never taken particular note of Jackson’s tongue before, but the way it pressed into Sky’s mouth, effortlessly parting his pretty pink lips, had Tyler salivating. Sky moaned into the kiss, running his fingers over Jackson’s chest, pausing to brush teasingly at one of his nipples. Jackson’s answering groan crashed over Tyler like a wave.

Tyler swore he wasn’t drunk, but the room did an interesting spin and dip maneuver around him. Was it possible to pass out from horniness? His cock throbbed between his legs, and he figured if all of his blood was down there, it might actually be possible for him to black out.

Not wanting to risk it, he scrambled onto the bed. “I definitely want to try that. But I’m vers, so I’m also down to be in the middle. And…” He glanced down at the slim muscles of Sky's thighs and remembered the strength of Sky’s hand in his. “I’m also totally down for you to fuck me.”

Sky laughed, and it was such a sweet noise, it directly contrasted with the animal hunger in his eyes. “I think the easiest option is putting you in the middle, but I will definitely remember all of that,” he said with a wink.

Tyler was about to ask if that meant there would definitely be a next time when Sky crashed their mouths together. The kiss was hot, and a little sloppy, as they both fought for dominance. Sky’s tongue was a bit smaller than his, but he brought energy to the kiss that Tyler wasn’t sure he’d ever felt before. Finally, mostly just so that they could keep the momentum going, Tyler acquiesced and allowed Sky entrance into his mouth.

God, Sky really knew what to do with his tongue. He grabbed Tyler by the back of the neck and dragged him down to the bed. Their arms and legs tangled as Sky mapped every corner of Tyler’s mouth with his tongue. They’d ended up sharing a pineapple pepperoni pizza, and Tyler reveled in the lingering tang and richness. Sometimes he felt a little awkward during first-time hookups, but he found there wasn’t a single anxious bone in him as Sky pressed their bodies together.

Tyler yelped into Sky’s mouth as a wet finger slid against his crack. He broke away just long enough to see Jackson kneeling naked below them, beginning to prep them both.

Before he had time to drink in the gorgeous sight, Sky grabbed his chin and pulled him back into another kiss. Jackson did a very efficient job of getting them ready, including sliding a condom onto Tyler’s aching dick.

The room dipped again, but this time from Jackson’s strong arms pulling him into a kneeling position. “You’re going to use Sky’s front hole this time. It’s easier to prep and will stay wetter for you,” Jackson instructed.

Sky scrambled onto hands and knees before going down onto his elbows, presenting his ass and gaping hole up towards Tyler. Sky wasn’t hairless, but he had less body hair than Tyler and Jackson. He had a small fluff of blonde pubic hair, and the pink tip of his dick was peaking out of it.

Again, relying on hookup instinct, Tyler reached between Sky’s legs and gave his dick a few strokes. It fit perfectly between his middle and pointer fingers, and he flicked it once with his thumb to see what Sky would do. Never one to disappoint, Sky made the prettiest noises as he arched his spine and pressed his ass back. Tyler palmed one of his cheeks as he slowly slid his finger through Sky’s wetness.

“Tyyyyyy,” Sky moaned, and Tyler’s dick jerked against his stomach.

“Are you ready?” Jackson asked right in Tyler’s ear. His breath ghosted across Tyler’s cheek and tickled his lips.

The skin on Tyler’s chest seemed to tighten, and his heart clenched uncomfortably. He wasn’t usually one to get stage fright, but he felt strangely vulnerable. He could practically feel Jackson’s eyes roaming down his chest, and while he was quite proud of his body, something felt off.

He reached a hand back and gripped Jackson’s neck. He used the added leverage to crane his neck around so he could pull Jackson into a rough kiss. Their short beards dragged across each other, and their lips pressed only briefly, but the small gesture grounded Tyler. He enjoyed a quick fuck as much as the next guy, but he liked to at least kiss whoever he was with before he was inside of them—or them in him.

Jackson made a content noise and wrapped his arms around Tyler in an affectionate hug. He slowly bent Tyler forward and slid into him with quick finesse.

He hadn’t had much time to study Jackson’s dick, but he felt every inch of it as it spread him open. When Jackson reached that spot inside him, Tyler moaned long and low, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of Sky’s hips.

Apparently tired of waiting, Sky reached behind his back, grabbed Tyler’s dick, and maneuvered him into the correct position. Tyler snapped his hips forward, sliding all the way into Sky’s tight body.

They let out a chorus of grunts and whimpers as they struggled to find a rhythm. It had been a little while since Tyler bottomed, and the first few minutes were just this side of too much. His rim burned everytime Jackson pulled back, and his insides protested each time Jackson slammed back in. Sky’s tight heat was a welcome distraction, though. The gorgeous arch of his back and the way he fisted his hands in his own shaggy blonde locks made it feel worth it.

Finally, Jackson gripped Tyler’s shoulders, bent him farther over Sky and slammed up into him, striking his prostate like Tyler had drawn him a map.

He cried out and had to brace his hands on Sky’s soft ass as he tried, and failed, to maintain his own rhythm. Sky looked over his shoulder and smirked as he rose up onto his hands and began rocking back against Tyler’s dick. Tyler struggled through another few thrusts before deciding to kick his ego to the curb and let them take over.

He felt utterly surrounded by them: their smell, their hands, Sky’s slick channel, and Jackson’s sizable girth. He could feel Jackson’s sweat dripping onto his back and his own onto Sky.

He’d been in a few threesomes, and even an orgy a few years back, but there was something different about this one. Sky and Jackson were clearly attuned to each other. Each time Jackson shifted, Sky responded and vice versa. It was like they were fucking each other, but through Tyler. While that could have made him feel superfluous, he actually felt wonderfully included.

Sky’s moans and pleas increased in volume, begging Tyler to fuck him harder, and Jackson answered in kind, murmuring how wonderful Tyler felt as he slammed into him, forcing him into Sky exactly how he wanted.

Tyler felt himself coming undone, and he desperately reached for Sky’s dick, giving it a few quick pulls and strokes as he arched his back against Jackson. All three of them came one after the other, and Tyler collapsed onto Sky as Jackson slumped onto his side.

Their collective gasps and grunts filled the bedroom for several minutes while Tyler slowly came back to reality.

He’d just fucked his coworkers—his work husband and his husband. There was probably a binder’s worth of HR policies to consider, a fair amount of conversations to be had about the nature of their friendship now, definitely some further discussions needed about preferences and limits…

But the main question that was front and center in Tyler’s mind was when could they do it again.