17. Kingston #3
“I told you that in confidence, Jake,” Allen said, dropping onto the spot beside Kingston with a sigh. “Are you going to tell them about my cock-warming kink next?”
Kingston didn’t know what the fuck that was, but Riley made a god-awful choking sound into his pillow, and Jake shrugged.
“That kink is normal compared to the one where you like me to fuck you while you’re sleeping,” Jake said stoically. Matter-of-fact. Bluntly.
God, somehow Jake’s autism was hotter than the words leaving his mouth. Was that a thing?
“Can we not showcase our sex lives to the newbies?” Allen asked, reaching over Kingston to tap his boyfriend on the shoulder. “Riley is turning the same shade as the wallpaper in the library. He’s going to combust.”
Riley might be embarrassed because he wasn’t in his confident, bedroom-dirty-talk mode, but Kingston didn’t care. This conversation was the perfect bridge to ask the boyfriends for their help.
“Speaking of sex,” Kingston began. “Do you think there’s anything you guys could tell Riley so he’s less scared to fuck me? It doesn’t seem to matter how much I shake my ass in his face, he won’t put his dick in me.”
“Oh!” Allen’s hands flew to his mouth, not out of shock, but to hide laughter that would upset Riley’s sensitive little heart.
Jake’s reaction was barely there, but he didn’t hesitate to shoot a disbelieving look at Riley like he couldn’t process what he was hearing. “You haven’t slept with him? What’s wrong with you?”
Kingston had been silently asking that question for two weeks.
“There’s nothing wrong with me,” said Riley, his pitch rising. “Sorry if I don’t want to hurt him.”
Jake scoffed and turned, angling his attention toward Riley with determined focus. “You did the same thing with your first girlfriend, and that was painful enough. Do you need me to walk you through the steps again?”
Walk him through—
“Walk him through the steps?” Allen asked, practically throwing himself onto Kingston’s lap so he could look over Jake’s shoulder at Riley. “What do you mean?”
Kingston leaned closer to look over Jake’s shoulder, so he could watch Riley’s expressions for himself.
“Don’t fucking say anything, Mouse—”
“I had to teach him,” said Jake. “He wouldn’t sleep with the girl unless I was there.”
The silence in the room was loud.
As was the guilty embarrassment on Riley’s face.
“Wait, Riley lost his virginity during a threesome with you?” Allen was fully in Kingston’s lap now and struggling to crawl onto Jake’s. “What else have you guys done? First, the kissing and promises of marriage, now this?”
“We didn’t touch!” Riley said, throwing his hands in the air like the clarification changed everything. “I didn’t even look at Jake. I was focused on my girlfriend.”
The argument that followed was heated, but playful.
Allen was convinced that Riley and Jake had touched each other’s dicks, while Riley adamantly denied the charges.
Jake smiled through all of it, stealing looks at Kingston over his shoulder, like he was checking to make sure nothing was upsetting him.
Kingston wouldn’t have been upset even if Riley were his boyfriend and they were committed to each other. Thinking of Riley getting railed into the bed by his best friend had more appeal than a boring, monogamous relationship.
“Would it work again?” Kingston asked, his question instantly silencing the room.
Three sets of eyes turned on him, and Jake flattened his back to the cushions so Riley and Allen could see past him.
“Would what work again?” Allen asked from where he was perched on Riley’s lap. “The sex part, or the part where Jake and Riley had planned to get married?”
Marriage would never happen—Jake was obsessed with Allen. Any moron could see that.
“Sex,” Kingston clarified. “Would having the big guy in the room help Evans get it up so he can finally fuck me?”
“I get it up just fine—”
Allen smacked a hand over Riley’s mouth to silence him. “Do you mean you want Jake to talk him through it or participate?”
Right. Kingston had forgotten the part where Allen might not be okay with this crazy tactic. He hadn’t brought Riley there to proposition the boyfriends; he had only wanted them to talk to Riley and tell him to stop being a bitch.
“Talking is fine,” said Kingston.
“Showing is better,” Jake countered. “I’m not good with my words.”
Riley shook his head in an attempt to remove Allen’s hand, but Allen grabbed him in a chokehold to keep him still. “Can I like…watch? I don’t want to invite myself, but I’ll be good, I promise.”
So…Allen wasn’t against his man having a weird teaching lesson in the bedroom; he just didn’t want to be left out.
Fair.
“We’re not doing this,” Riley said the second he pulled Allen’s hand away. “I’m not a virgin, teenage boy anymore. I don’t need you to hold my hand, or my fucking dick.”
Jake’s head tilted, but his expression didn’t change. “If that were the case, Kingston wouldn’t have come to us for help. It shouldn’t take two weeks for you to find the courage to fuck someone as pretty as Sloan, especially when he’s asking for it.”
It was a lot of words for the quiet man, and all of them were accurate. At this point, Kingston didn’t care if the sex was shit—he just wanted to get it over with so he didn’t have to obsess over it anymore.
“Allen will get jealous,” Riley tried again. “Wait, fuck that, you’ll get jealous, Jake. What if Allen takes his shirt off or something?”
Jake shrugged, bumping Kingston with his shoulder. “I feel safe with you and Kingston. I’ll strip Allen down to his underwear and have him pose for you if it makes everyone more comfortable. You’re the one who’s possessive and jealous. Always have been.”
Not jealous enough to care about sharing his girlfriend, apparently.
“For the record, Jake and I have already talked about monogamy and our opinions on orgies,” Allen interjected before Riley could pile on more excuses.
“Orgies are a no-go, which sucks because they’re fun, but we agreed that sharing isn’t off the table.
We came up with a very small list of names that got the green light, and you two were on it. ”
Kingston’s heart felt like it was doing flips, but he was smiling. “What were the other names on the list?”
Allen’s smile quickly matched his, eyes brightening with mischief. “George Clooney, Robert Downey Jr., and Brad Pitt—but only the Troy movie version of Brad Pitt.”
All actors. All straight men.
“No hockey players?” Kingston asked.
Allen rolled his eyes. “We have a separate list for that. I could only agree on Harrison Killinger, but Jake’s down for fucking a full roster of NHL players.”
“More than a roster,” Jake muttered, and then he stood and turned on them, holding eye contact. “Come on, let’s go to the bedroom.”
Allen was on his feet before Riley could stop him, bouncing after Jake and giggling excitedly. Kingston watched them leave, eager to join, but he wanted to talk to Riley first—to make sure there wouldn’t be a meltdown.
One look at Riley said that there was no meltdown on the horizon, but he definitely looked deflated. He was sitting lifelessly on the couch, cheeks red and hair mussed from where Allen had grabbed him. He stared back at Kingston, his blue, green, and sometimes brown eyes boring into him.
“If you’re really not comfortable with this, we can leave and text them that we changed our minds,” Kingston offered, not wanting to push the guy over the edge. “I didn’t think they would give us an interactive course, but it sounds like you and Jake have done this before.”
Riley sighed and swept a hand through his hair, fixing the messy strands. “I am comfortable with Jake. He’s my best fucking friend, and yeah, we had one threesome when we were teens, but I wanted to do this on my own. He’s going to end up pushing me away if I keep relying on him like this.”
Kingston barely knew Jake and Riley, but he did know that was bullshit. Friends didn’t look at their friends like Jake and Riley did. That was why he thought they were a throuple with Allen until Riley snapped at him.
“Do you ever wonder if you overthink things?” Kingston asked.