15 - Fallon
~ 15 ~
FALLON
I woke to a strange, empty room, half-covered in blankets, the sun streaming in through a window without curtains or shades. My body felt like I’d gotten hit by a truck. Or rather… three trucks.
Holy fucking shit!
Bolting upright, I found my clothes neatly folded on the foot of the bed. My phone was there too, plugged into the wall with an extra-long charger. I grabbed it, and checked the single message from Dalton:
Happy fantasy fulfilled. :)
Memories came flooding back — good ones, great ones, ones so unbelievable I’d have to punch myself in the face to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. The smell of sex that still lingered told me I wasn’t, though. That, plus the empty water bottles scattered just about everywhere.
Fallon!
I still couldn’t believe it happened! Dalton. Emerson…
And Trey! Don’t forget Trey, too!
I felt dirty and greedy, sated and sore. But I also felt vindicated. I’d seized the mother of all sexual opportunities, and I’d made the absolute most of it. I’d blown boring and ordinary right out of the water, and sexually vanilla could fuck right off. Blaine could fuck right off too, while he was at it.
A threesome …
Technically, I guess I still hadn’t had a threesome. I’d had a foursome, instead.
Damn, Fallon. The devil on my shoulder gave me a pat on the back. Was that amazing, or what?
I squinted against the sun, then let my head flop back over the bed. I was staring at the now upside-down scattering of plastic water bottles that littered the floor. Thankfully, two of them were still full. I reached for one and began gulping it down, then rolled from the bed so I could figure out what came next.
Luckily, it was Saturday — my one day off. The guys had a team breakfast, and then the big game. They’d be prepping mentally as well as physically, getting themselves in the fighting mindset. I could go to the game and cheer them on, but something told me not to. I’d already kept them up all night… and then some. If they found me in the crowd, I might be an all-game distraction.
With that in mind, I decided I wanted to give them their space.
I showered, dressed, and came down to a strangely empty house. After a light breakfast I ran some errands, did a little shopping, then headed over to Julie’s place to see how she was doing.
It was downright torture, sitting across from Julie while we shared a whole pitcher of iced coffee and not telling her the events of last night. After all, how could I explain that while she slept and drooled, I’d fucked a huge chunk of our football team’s offensive starting lineup? And not just one by one, either, but at the same damn time.
And just who the hell was I, anyway? Julie was one of the most laid back, easy-going friends I had, but I had to wonder what even she would think of me. Did she have fantasies of her own, even remotely like mine? And could she comprehend just how close she’d come to derailing the greatest night of my entire life?
I helped Julie through her hangover, and she helped distract me from my own inner turmoil. Initially I thought having a threesome was just something I needed to get out of my system. It was a bucket list fantasy. A checkbox to tick off while I was young, before I got married, and had kids, and one day regretted not exploring the full depths of my own sexuality.
Instead, I couldn’t stop thinking about Dalton, and Emerson, and Trey, and how totally fucking amazing it had been, being shared by them. Over and over, my mind kept replaying the best parts of last night in my head. I thought about our first round, our second round, and even our third. I thought I was being insatiable, but the guys were equally relentless. They fucked me senseless. I fucked them to sleep. One by one they woke up, and I spread my legs for them again and again, until the wee hours of the morning. We just couldn’t get enough of each other. It was absolutely insane.
Incredibly though, I wanted more. Instead of being grateful that my fantasy had gone even beyond expectations, the parts of me that were still throbbing had agendas of their own. I couldn’t fathom what Dalton would think of me, if I told him I wanted to go again. The first time had been purely for science. Strictly to fulfill a fantasy.
But now…
The hours flew by, and we DoorDashed some Chinese food while watching reality TV. Eventually we curled up in Julie’s bed to watch movies, and she quickly passed out. I text-messaged Dalton, telling him I’d be staying the night with my friend, he responded simply with a thumbs-up emoji.
The next day, I didn’t even get to go home. I got called into the animal hospital for an all-day emergency, one that would take me all the way through the night.
It turned out some German shepherd got into a whole bag of its owner’s cannabis gummies… a whopping 525mg of THC. The dog was stoned off its fucking ass, swaying left and right as it tried to stand still, until it eventually laid down and didn’t get up again for eighteen straight hours.
It was funny, but it also wasn’t. We had to flush its system and administer fluids every few hours, while constantly monitoring its vitals to make sure its blood pressure didn’t drop too low. The ‘constantly’ part was something I could help with, so as the hospital intern I stayed up all night watching over the dog, talking to it, petting it, and wondering what planet it thought it was on.
When the entire evening passed and I still hadn’t come home, Dalton sent me a text that consisted of a couple of question marks. I noticed he’d included the others as well, in a group text with all four of us. I replied with a midnight selfie of me and the poor, comatose dog, laying on the blankets spread out over the floor of the darkened animal hospital. A moment later my phone rang.
“You okay, freckles?”
“Peachy,” I told him. “The dog too. The gummies were peach flavored.”
Dalton laughed. “Poor pooch. He gonna be alright?”
“Eventually, yeah. But this dog’s been places, man. He’s seen things.”
“I’ll bet.”
“Did you win the game?”
“No, but we came damn close,” he replied. “We’ll get Angelo State next weekend, though. It’s homecoming, and there’s no way we’re losing.”
Dalton’s voice was extra deep and tired. I sensed a yawn at the other end of the phone.
“So… you’re stuck there all night, huh?”
“Yup. Just me and Loki,” I said, rubbing the dog’s back.
“Want some company?”
I considered it for a moment, looking around. The hospital had been closed for hours. All the lights were off, except for the pair of fluorescents above me. In truth, I was cataclysmically bored.
“Nah,” I told him. “The owner might get pissed if she checked the cameras and saw I let someone in.”
“And not just someone, but a boy, too,” he chuckled. “The scandal.”
“Right?”
All of a sudden I missed him, and I missed him terribly. I missed the house. I missed the others. I missed being involved in their lives, and being around them.
And it had only been two days.
“Dalton?”
“Yeah?”
“What’s for breakfast tomorrow?”
I heard a shift at the other end of the phone. His voice grew a little more chipper. “Anything you want, angel.”
“Good, because I’m fucking starving. I think I want chicken and waffles.”
“Done.”
“And I want to see you. And Emerson. And Trey.”
My stomach tightened a little, just saying their names.
“We’re making a whole morning of it then,” said Dalton. “Right after practice. Will you be back by then?”
Scratching the comatose shepherd behind the ears, I leaned into the wall with a sigh.
“A whole kennel of gummy-eating dogs couldn’t stop me,” I told him.