Chapter Five #3
The beginnings of a headache plagued Terry—a dull ache that seemed as though it might work itself up to a deep throbbing before they made it all the way home.
He gazed out of the passenger-side window of Phil’s Lexus as he ran the evening’s conversation through his mind.
Maybe he should’ve reported Anson. At the time, even though it had been upsetting, he hadn’t wanted to make a big deal out of it.
But what if Anson really is in trouble, and it’s gotten worse?
It didn’t help that the guy ran hot and cold.
First, he’s terrified. Then he acts like he’s the one who really wants in my pants.
Terry put a hand to his forehead. Maybe the whole nightmare would go away on its own after all and he wouldn’t have to think about it anymore.
Phil’s hand had been resting on his knee for most of the drive. The heat and weight of it reassured him, helped keep him calm. God, I’ve got it bad.
“I’d like to talk about one of the things Gerard mentioned this evening.”
Terry groaned before he could stop himself. “Is there any way we could drop the subject of Anson? I’m tired of thinking about him.”
Phil squeezed his knee. “I think this is a much better conversation than Anson. I was referring to Gerard’s offer for us to all play together.”
Oh. That. Terry’s face heated and to his horror, his cock began to plump up in a most obvious manner. “Uh...” He cleared his throat, wiggling in his seat. “What do you want to talk about?”
“Well, first of all, are you hot for Marty?”
“What?” Phil didn’t sound hurt, but he was also incredibly gifted when it came to keeping an even tone. “No. Not at all. I was grateful, and pleasantly surprised, when he helped me out.” Terry snorted. “He scared the shit out of me when I first got there that night.”
Phil laughed. “I can see why.” He caressed Terry’s thigh, his motions light and gentle as he continued to speak.
“It’s okay if you are hot for him, you know.
We’re going to find ourselves in a lot of sexually charged situations the more we explore and interact at clubs or gatherings like Gerard’s.
We’re both human. But if we agree to maintaining honesty and communication, as well as honoring the agreed boundaries on sharing, there’s nothing wrong with finding another guy hot. ”
Terry mulled the idea over in his head. He’d certainly lusted after many a guy, sometimes several times a day, but he’d never act on it.
He loved Phil and couldn’t imagine his life without him.
By the same token, he didn’t text Phil every time he saw a fine piece of ass and say, ‘Wow, you should see the huge bulge on this one.’
“I love you.” Terry had no idea why he’d blurted it out.
“Baby. I love you too, with everything I have. But I’m also willing to bet that if I acted on what I threatened you with on our first night at Gerard’s, if I yanked down your pants in front of Marty, Gerard and Marco and spanked you, that not only would you let me, you’d love every second of it.”
“Jesus, Sir.” Terry was rock hard. I really am a total pervert. Good thing Phil is too. But he was also terrified that Phil would think less of him because the idea of other men watching them got him so excited.
Phil took a hold of Terry’s wrist and placed his hand over Phil’s crotch, his stiffened length more than obvious under his slacks.
“See, baby? It gets me hard too.” Phil thrust into Terry’s palm, groaning as he did.
“That’s enough for now.” He moved Terry’s hand away from his crotch.
“Hand jobs and driving are a bad combo.”
Terry grimaced. “Yeah. Excellent point.”
The heat in Terry’s face was fierce, his chest tight.
Yeah, he wanted it and it was obvious Phil did too.
If they crossed that boundary, there would be no going back.
What if it ruined their relationship? Forever damaged it somehow?
He’d only just gotten Phil back, and more than ever, he didn’t want to lose him.
Not when our connection is so positive, so good.
“Think about it.” Phil’s voice cut through the silence, and his expression wasn’t clear in the shadows playing across his features from the traffic moving around them.
“You don’t have to decide tonight—or ever.
However, I know the idea excites you, so I’d like for you to at least consider it.
” Phil squeezed his knee again. “Remember, you have a safeword. My love for you doesn’t change, regardless.
If it doesn’t work out, you hate it, or I hate it, we move on and never do it again.
” Phil glanced at him sideways before returning his gaze to the road.
“But we talk about it, no matter what. Whether we have a devastating low or exhilarating high, we communicate. Understand?”
Terry nodded, Phil’s words relaxing him somehow. It was as if all he’d needed was one more reassurance. Because if he was being truthful with himself, he did want to do it. As in, wanted to do it a lot.
“Baby? I need to hear an acknowledgment out loud.”
“Huh?” Terry whipped his head in Phil’s direction. “Oh! Sorry. Yes, Sir. I understand.” He sucked in a deep breath. “And I’m in.”
Phil’s grin couldn’t be missed, even in the low lighting. “Then I’ll have a little chat with Gerard tomorrow.”