Chapter 12
Cameron
"Will you taste this?" I ask while I lift the spoon to Trevor's face. Creamy tomato pasta the sequel. Still not homemade, but I have repeated Julian's recipe and put two cups of real diced tomatoes alongside the can. "I want to make sure it tastes right."
Trevor ducks his head to avoid the taste test I try to push on him. "It'll taste great, Cam. It smells great already."
True to his word, we're cooking the meal together. Trevor's taken over the creation of the salad. Instead of trying the pasta, he tides himself over crunching on croutons.
I take a nibble of what's on the spoon instead. The noodle I test out still tastes a little…grainy. Julian said it was important not to cook them too long. Or too short. Either way could ruin the dish. And I can't have that. Not tonight.
This is the night, after all.
Marlon's coming over for dinner.
"You puttering around the kitchen cooking up a storm is hot," Trevor comments. He's been like this ever since he got off work. Friendly and flirty. He keeps complimenting me. And touching me. "Maybe we should get you one of those aprons, you know? The kind you don't gotta wear anything underneath."
Trevor's arm wraps around my waist and he squeezes me. I almost drop the spoon into the sizzling skillet.
"Instead of kiss-the-cook, it could say spank-the-twink."
"Don't," I say while smiling ear to ear, "you're teasing me."
I squirm against Trevor's grabby fingers and protest his provocative joke, but I don't try to get away. Or stop him. My stomach might be full of butterflies and I'm nervous as hell, but this is fun.
"Should I make some bread to go with it?" I don't even know why I'm asking Trevor. Of course we should. "I'll make some bread."
"Make sure to put a lot of butter," Trevor comments with a quick chuckle. "Marlon's southern, remember. Butter is practically a food group for him. He puts that shit on everything."
The front doorbell rings.
"Show time," Trevor grins at me. He squeezes my shoulder and plants a quick kiss on my cheek before leaving the kitchen. I let the pasta cook for longer and focus on the bread. Lots of butter. Lots of garlic salt. I turn the oven onto broil and set the bread inside the oven before returning to the pasta.
Dinner is going to be perfect.
"You want a drink?" I hear Trevor offer as he welcomes Marlon inside. When Marlon asks what we have and Trevor lists it out, he doesn't sound too happy with the brand of beer Trevor drinks. Watery shit, Marlon jokes. I eavesdrop on the conversation while I stir the pasta and take another nibble to test its progress.
Almost ready.
Trevor takes the ribbing in stride and tells Marlon he has something harder out in the garage fridge.
A strange smell fills my nose.
The bread. Oh, fuck. I let out a frantic hiss as I throw open the oven door and fetch the bread. I curse as I set it aside. Not black, but still a deep brown. It looks crispy instead of soft and buttery.
I followed all of Julian's instructions…yet somehow I still managed to mess up.
My mouth twists into an ugly shape and tears spring into my eyes.
Marlon pops his head into the kitchen. "What's wrong in here?" he asks.
"I messed up." Again. I ruined dinner. Again. "I wanted everything to be perfect tonight but..."
I take a shaky breath and shut my eyes to fight off the tears as Marlon comes to my side. He turns off the oven and the stove. Both his touch and words are warm as his palm runs across my back. I barely know Marlon. It should be strange being touched and comforted by him, but I find myself put at ease by his presence.
It's so easy to look up at him and accept the reassurance he offers.
"What'd you mess up?" he grins. "The bread? Don't worry about it, son. Keep in mind, I spent more than half my life chowing down on MREs for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Anything beyond that is gourmet to me."
Marlon helps himself to one of the crispy pieces of bread. First, he slathers on another layer of butter. An unexpected laugh leaps out of my mouth.
"Tastes delicious to me." Marlon finishes the bread and then licks his lips. He presses his mouth close enough to my ear that it almost tickles. "It don't gotta be perfect, Cam. You don't gotta be perfect. All you have to do is be…good."
He rubs my back again and gestures to everything I've done in the kitchen.
"And this? You’re being very good for your husband...and dom."
The door to the garage opens and Trevor calls out. Marlon pats my head before he departs the kitchen, snagging another piece of bread on his way out. My face is hot. My stomach is doing somersaults. And my dick strains against my shorts.
I quickly wipe my face with the apron so Trevor won't notice the leftover tears on my cheeks. I don't want him to get overprotective and cancel tonight just because I had a little outburst.
I'm fine. No, more than that. I'm good. I'll be good tonight.
A hot twink and a good boy for both of them.
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"So, how does this work?"
I stand in the middle of the living room, playing with the hem of my sweater as I look to Trevor and Marlon for guidance. Things might be about to heat up, but the AC is on full blast. I suppress a shiver, ignoring the gooseflesh spreading across my forearms.
And my hardening nipples.
"Should I um. Lay down or bend over or…?"
"Not so fast," Marlon chuckles while he claims a spot on the sofa, spreading his legs wide and throwing an arm along the back. "We ain't gonna rush this. Not for a virgin like you."
If only Marlon knew how right he was regarding my V-card.
"Oh, okay." I stare at Marlon, but out of the corner of my eye, I watch Trevor go to the windows.
He closes the blinds and pulls the lacy blue curtains shut, blocking out the street lamps blinking on one by one. We're hidden from the prying eyes of any next-door neighbors. I might be about to bare it all to my best friend and his friend, but nobody else in the neighborhood will know what happens to me tonight. Trevor locks the front door too.
The secrecy of it all is thrilling.
My cock is almost as hard as my nipples.
Trevor takes a seat next to Marlon on the sofa. He gives me a reassuring smile and I can't help but mimic it right back at him.
"Before we get into it, let's get the safe and sane shit outta the way first," Marlon says with a wave of his hand. "I get tested on the regular. Here, have a look."
He's already shifted, reaching into the pocket of his jeans and pulling out a neatly folded piece of paper.
"That's okay," I start to say but Trevor gives a look so pointed it almost makes my dick shrivel up.
"You and I are gonna have a safe sex talk later." Trevor accepts Marlon's results on my behalf. He skims it over and nods as he hands it back. "Thanks, man. All clear," Trevor says and holds up the paper to show me.
Yep. A good bill of health.
Marlon redoes the tidy fold of his paper and pockets it. He looks between me and Trevor with a wide, shameless grin. "What kinda shit are you boys into?"
My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. I don't even know how to start answering that question.
I like Trevor. That’s the main thing. I've enjoyed everything we've done together so far. All the ways he's touched me. His mouth on me, his toy inside me. I loved all the dirty things he said. I like Marlon too, but in a different way.
"Hot twinks," Trevor says. He doesn't have any issues diving right into the topic. "Swinging and sharing, everything like that. My first time was with a couple, so, I got a taste for it early on. Kinda addicted to it. Threesomes and bangs about twinks getting more dick than they can handle is the only type of porn I watch."
Trevor's so open and honest. And utterly unashamed.
"A natural then," Marlon chuckles. "What about you, cutie?"
He's looking right at me. That shiver from before feels like a distant dream. I'm fever warm with sweaty palms and my face flushed. "I um…I don't watch that kinda stuff."
"Well, what do you watch?"
"Yeah, Cam. Tell us what you jerk it to." Trevor leans forward, his elbows on his knees and a curious delight in his deep brown eyes. It's only just now occurred to me that nobody invited or directed me to take a seat. And I haven't seated myself either.
I'm just standing there like I'm under a spotlight. Waiting for directions. Or confessing.
"I-I don't." I'm so embarrassed. "I don't watch videos like that."
"Wait…never?" Trevor asks, bewildered.
Marlon lets out a low whistle. "I'll be damned," he mutters to himself.
"Never," I admit. "I mean, I've tried. I did try, a lot, watching all sorts of videos but nothing ever interested me. Not really. I couldn't get into it. Could never stay hard, you know?"
What a stupid thing to say. Trevor definitely doesn't know what that's like.
I recall how much he was uh enjoying that clip he was watching when I accidentally walked in on him the other day.
"Can't say I understand that," Marlon comments with a chuckle. "Go on and tell us more. What exactly were you watching?"
"Sex. Stuff." My mouth hangs open, but my tongue is useless. I look to Trevor to try and find the words.
"It's okay, Cam," he says, his voice warm and gentle. "Just tell Marlon as much as you're comfortable sharing…so I can share you."
"Yeah, okay," I put on a brave smile and look back at Marlon. Right. That's why we're all here together. It's the reason we're having this big talk in the first place. To explore my curiosity further, I need to talk about what I want. I can't make myself meet his eye but I'm able to focus my gaze on his chin. "I watched stuff with women in it."
"You bi?" Marlon asks.
I shake my head. No, I don't think so. Saying I'm bisexual would just feel like a cop-out at this point. I thought I was straight, but I'm realizing that I never was. I was lying without being aware of it.
And the biggest lie was the one I told myself.
"Trevor's the only guy I've done things with. Actually, he's the only person I've done anything with." I won’t spill the beans on our fake marriage. Or that Trevor and I have yet to. Or how I was still convinced I was straight just a few days ago.
Marlon doesn't need to know all that.
And I don't want to tell him.
It's a secret that's going to stay a secret. Something that's just between me and Trevor. Just like how our bed is only for us.
Marlon barks out a laugh. "Ain't you two sweet."
"Oh, fuck off," Trevor laughs along with him.
Marlon's tone might have a mocking edge to it, but I can tell from Trevor's reaction it's a good-natured ribbing. Besides, Marlon looks too delighted by my admission for it to be a true insult.
"Ah, I get it." The corners of Marlon's mouth sharpen into a smirk. "You never had yourself a slut phase. Ain't that right? Never had a chance to fuck around and find out, get yourself into all sorts of trouble."
"I-I guess."
"Well, cutie, you're in luck. You got yourself a husband that don't got no trouble slutting you out to me."
Holy shit. I shiver from head to toe and bite down hard on my bottom lip.
"What kinda slut you got yourself? How does your twink like to get fucked?" Marlon tilts his head, asking Trevor. Not me. I'm still standing there with my hands at my side, watching them talk to each other.
"Well," Trevor touches the top of his tongue to his upper lip and holds it there for a moment. "Cam loves it when suck him off while he's got a dildo in his ass. And sucking me off when he's got a dildo in his ass. Loves getting it in both ends at the same time."
"Double preparation?" Marlon's delight shines brighter. "Got yourself a real naughty little hot twink."
"He's a kinky little bitch, to be honest." Trevor looks over at me, aiming another smile right at me. "He makes me proud. Last time we fucked around, he tortured his tits for me while I jerked off all over him."
"Y'all are into the hardcore shit." The approval in Marlon's southern twang is almost edible. "Good. Me too. Well, we don't got all night. Let's get this threesome started. Get over here, boy. You're gonna show us how much you want cock. Strip off your clothes and get over here. Right here."
Marlon taps his boot onto the ground. Directly in front of him.
Trevor nods in agreement. "Do it, Cam. Show me. Show Marlon. Put on a show for us."
My throat's gone dry. I swallow, but it doesn't help much. Slowly, I begin to take off my clothes. First goes the sweater. I peel off my socks and pull my shirt up. Then my shorts and my underwear.
I guess I should have worn something…sexier but I don't own anything like that.
What's the gay guy version of lingerie? A jockstrap?
Tomorrow I'll have to ask Trevor, but for now, I focus on the task at hand. Piece by piece, I undress myself. I don't know how to make it showy. All I can do is hope my snail-like pace is appealing.
Trevor and Marlon don't seem to mind.
They watch with hungry eyes.
And busy hands.
Marlon opened the fly to his jeans and freed himself. He wears a toothy grin as he strokes his massive dick, his thick fingers wrapped loosely around the base as he slowly tugs on himself. A bead of slick seeps from the tip and runs down the bulging purple veins of his throbbing erection.
He's big.
Maybe too big.
"C'mon, Cam. Be a good little hot twink for me."
Trevor's eyes and his smirk are wide open. I don't think I've ever seen him so happy. Or so turned on. Trevor's sporting a stiffy too. He shifts on the sofa, spreading his legs and adjusting himself before he lifts his hand.
He curls one finger to call me over.
But it's not just the gesture making me obey him. It's everything. His eyes. His mouth. His tongue. His words. This is a whole new side of Trevor I'm seeing. It's not like it was hidden, but he kept it under the surface of their relationship. Yet it's always been there.
Waiting. Building.
Trevor's always decided things for us. Becoming friends in the first place. Me taking a break from college. Getting married. Exploring this hot twink kink thing. He's always known best. Trevor's never broken my trust or done wrong by me.
It's always been so easy to follow along, to do what he says.
This dabble into dominance and submission isn't such a new thing. It's always been there. I've always wanted to be good for him.
My heart beats hard and my blood rushes through my veins, everything going directly to my groin as my lust swells.
I want Trevor more than anything. I'm standing here totally naked and ready to do whatever he wants. All I want is to be his. I'm already his friend and his husband, but I want to be more too.
His good twink.
His good boy.
I walk over and get down on my knees for Trevor. And Marlon. It doesn't matter what happens next. In the end, I'll still belong to Trevor.
"Good, Cam. Now…get sucking."
I part my lips willingly. I groan as Trevor's fingers sink into my hair.
And I outright moan as my face is shoved into another man's lap and my mouth is stuffed full.