Chapter 9
Despite the minor faux pas when Remy and that other girl went into the bathroom last night, I had a good time with Taylor. Tonight, she’s on fire. Her blatant confidence and outright refusal to stop and let us think about anything proves to be a great tension breaker. We’ve fucked, she’s sucked, we’ve all swapped and licked and kissed, and not to be smug, but she’s already had her fill of orgasms.
“Stand here,” she says, pushing us back to lean against the wall, side by side.
I look at Remy to see if he’s cool with it, but he just shrugs, not at all fazed. That’s my boy. We might have fucked the same chick, but we haven’t touched like this, shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip, cocks out and only inches apart. I’m definitely not hating it. This is the vibe I live for.
“How close are you two?” she asks, kneeling in front of us.
Okay, this better not get awkward.
“Close,” Remy says, not at all understanding what she means by that. Because shit, we better be close if she’s going to do what I think she’s going to do.
“Can I suck you both at the same time?” Taylor asks, a cock in each fist like a goddamn trooper.
Remy moans beside me, already into this and unwilling to stop to actually think. “Yeah,” he answers, again not understanding her intention.
I’m about to jump in, tell him that our literal dicks will touch if she does that, but it’s too late. She wraps her lips around the head of his cock, and my boy is a goner. I mean, I’m pretty impressed because he’s got a package on him, but again, before I can give her a proper ‘you go, girl,’ she’s popping off his cock and swallowing mine.
I tense at the feel of her mouth, but the rest of me relaxes. Okay, maybe she really does just want to alternate. That’s not too awkward, and Remy shouldn’t have a problem with it. He also doesn’t seem to have a problem with my shoulder brushing his and our hips bumping together, but I won’t tell him I’m secretly enjoying the shit out of it. Two bodies touching me at once are always better than one, even if he has no idea what he’s doing to me. It’s just a vibe thing. A ‘multiple-points-of-contact’ thing.
“Move closer,” Taylor says.
“Remy… fuck.” I don’t know what I actually want to say because I want this, but I don’t want it to freak him out. “We don’t have to—”
He moves closer to me, giving me a weird look. Basically asking why I—Mr. No Limits who is up for anything—is being a downer. Well, fucking sue me for watching out for his limits! Our bodies smoosh together, and Rem doesn’t give a shit. Even though he mumbles a quiet, ‘This is hot as fuck,’ I really hope he doesn’t regret it later.
When he smirks, I decide to just roll with it.
Taylor is one of those chicks who likes a challenge. I can see it in the way her eyes glint at the sight of our dicks so close together. While she’s logistically working out how she’s going to fit us both in her mouth, I’m trying to come up with a reason why this isn’t a good idea. Remy still has to be my best bud after this, and yeah, we’ve crossed all sorts of lines together, but never the touching one, and especially not the cocks touching one.
With a hand on both of us, she starts her sexy show, and I hate that I’m too caught up in worrying about Remy’s feelings to properly enjoy it. Until her mouth wraps around the head of my cock and the warm press of Remy’s dick meets mine. A subtle, choked ‘fuck’ leaves my lips, but it’s a pleasure sound rather than one of worry. To feel him pressed against me… oh god, I love it too much. Should I hide that? Should I act like this is no big deal while my mind spins into gutters it has no business being in? Ones that include Remy and his impressive cock?
“Mmm,” Taylor hums, complimenting our combined taste. I’m wondering what we taste like, and Jesus, no… bad idea.
I want to look at Remy to see what’s going through his mind, but instead, I look down to take in the visual of us pressed together, sliding in and out of a wide-open mouth. Her tongue swirls around the two of us, and yeah, I’m so into it that my eyes get mesmerized, my body heats up, and my worries forget to be worried.
Remy makes a choking sound, and when my head snaps in his direction, I find him looking at the same thing I’m looking at. His cheeks are flushed a rosy pink, his eyes are glazed, and his lips are slick and parted. Okay, maybe I don’t have to be worried about him. He’s enjoying this enough that he’s struggling to keep his shit together.
“Holy fuck,” he groans.
“Remy…” I don’t know what else to say besides his name, but I want him to know he has the power to stop this if he wants to.
But when he looks over at me, all I see is arousal and a lack of restraint. It’s so blatant and needy that my dick throbs precum and Taylor licks it up, humming around us. He doesn’t smirk or smile or say anything, but he doesn’t look away, either. Not until his body trembles and I look down in time to see the glistening tip of his cock, slick with new precum, flushed and ready to goddamn burst.
He’s into this? That into this?
“Come for me, boys,” Taylor says, her lips wet with stretching saliva. “You’re both so close.”
I am. I’m so close I’m clenching my ass muscles so I don’t embarrass myself. I’m so pent-up and turned on right now, it’s making me question all the times I struggled to get off lately. Why is this sloppy blowjob better than hot sex? Is it her? Is it Rem? Is it the whole thing all wrapped up with my worries, confusing me so much that I’m into it?
Then Remy makes it worse. He laces his fingers into her hair, presses his body against mine, and demands, “Take more.”
What is happening right now?
Remy takes control. He compliments her, praises her, commands her, and by the time she’s gasping for air and taking us as far into her mouth as she can, using her fists on our bases, my eyes are watering from restraint. Holy hell, Remy is hot when he gets bossy.
“Ah, fuck,” he moans.
It’s my undoing. With a string of hissed curses and watery eyes, I lose all sense of control and simply give up. My cock pulses, and the visual of my cum leaking from her lips, coating Remy’s cock, and dripping to the carpeted floor has my head all light and my body all tense.
But it gets a million times better when Remy tenses. His dick slips from her lips, and my orgasm straight-up starts all over when he cums on my cock by accident. Oh my fuck. Yes. This. This is everything I shouldn’t want, and I’m so here for it I don’t know how to comprehend it all.
To hear his moan in tortured pleasure. To feel him next to me. To be slick with not only my cum, but his as well. To be coated in saliva and looked at by a beautiful woman who just made us cross the only boundary we’d never crossed.
The. Fucking. Vibe.
Remy leans against me. Whether he knows he’s doing it or not, he doesn’t stop. His hand grazes my thigh, his shoulder presses against mine, and when he turns his head, his blond hair tickles my temple.
“Holy fuck,” he whispers, maybe to me, maybe to himself, maybe to her, but I hear it all the same, and his voice is all admiration and exhausted excitement.
When my body settles and Taylor does her best to lick us clean, we pull her to her feet and help her clean up. Luckily, she talks before things can get awkward.
“I knew you two would be hot together,” she says, and I choose to take it at face value. “Best friends with your bond? Always a good time.”
Ten minutes later, we’re dressed, thanking her, and being kicked out of her room. Remy gives her a kiss on the way out, and I’m wondering if he’s weirded out by the fact that my cum is on her lips.
I don’t care how much I hate smoking, I grab Remy’s pack and light one as we walk from the hotel to his place. It’s a long walk, and we haven’t said a thing to each other since we left the room. Not even in the elevator. He follows close behind me, way more at ease than I feel.
It’s not that I’m not okay with what happened because, clearly, I was into it. It’s that Remy knows about me and my preferences now, and I don’t want him to feel weird. I don’t have limits, but I’m worrying about his… on his behalf! Because he doesn’t seem too concerned, and maybe he should be.
“Why are you freaking out?” he finally asks.
“Why aren’t you?” I slow down to let him catch up.
“Because that is exactly what I expected to happen when you said she wanted both of us.” He laughs. “You didn’t?”
“No! I thought we’d focus on her. Not her… make us…”
“Oh, she didn’t make us do anything,” he says, lighting a cigarette. “I told you my mind wasn’t all fairytales either.”
Yeah, I know, but… why isn’t he freaking out? “We’re friends, Rem. Is this going to ruin that? Make shit awkward?” Okay, Zahn, less sass and more compassion. Jesus.
“No. Not unless you let it,” he snaps back, picking up on my tone. “What’s the big deal? You’re always going on about having no limits and loving the heat of the moment.”
Yeah, but that heat of the moment has never threatened our friendship before. “You’ll regret it in the morning. You aren’t… bi or pan or whatever I am. Open.” I’ve never even considered a label for myself. I’m just me, into whatever, living in the fast lane and enjoying all the opportunities that I find myself in. That’s all it’s ever been, and until this very moment, I never thought I had to define it. But now Remy’s sexuality has been brought into the mix, and I don’t want him to feel pressured to be something he isn’t just because he’s trying to keep up with me.
I just don’t notice gender that much. Like I’ve told him a thousand times, it’s all about the energy and the vibe of the situation. I’m whatever sexuality I feel like being when caught up in the heat of the moment. Sure, things haven’t gone all the way with a guy, but I don’t really attribute that to my sexuality. It’s more about not finding myself in the right atmosphere yet.
“A sexy chick sucked us both off. I wasn’t thinking of anything more than that. Get over it,” he says, trying to put an end to my worries.
I don’t know why I can’t let it go, but as soon as we make it back to his place, I call Kolt to come pick me up.
“You forget something at home or what?” Kolt asks as he drives my semi-drunk and confused ass home.
“No.”
“Work early?”
“No.”
He shakes his head at me like I’m an idiot, and maybe, for once, Kolt’s right about something. “Then why am I carting you around in the middle of the night like a teen?”
Because my feelings are feeling things and they’re worried. “Just wanted to go home.”
“Liar. You basically live at Remy’s, so what’s really going on?”
Okay, maybe this is a golden moment. Bass and Kolt are probably a bit improperly close, so he might actually have some advice to give. “You and Bass ever get sucked off at the same time?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Your dicks touch?” I need the clarification.
“A mouth is only so big.” He laughs. “Your dick touch Rem’s?”
“Yeah.” Might as well admit it.
Kolt slows down now that we’re out of town, like he’s taking his time to let me talk it out. “So? Is he freaked out or something?”
“No, but he fucking should be, right?”
“Why? I didn’t think you two were weird like that. Rem bi or something?”
“No.”
“Are you?” he asks.
“Or something.”
Kolt laughs. “I don’t get what the big deal is. Unless you’re thinking about fucking Remy or something, it’s just a blowjob that I’m assuming was hot enough to get you both off. It happened. Get over it.”
Sounds like Remy. I’m not thinking about sex with Remy, am I? No. Not sex. But sexy things. Other things. He needs to learn his boundaries, and I don’t want this shit to come between us. I can’t risk losing him. I can’t risk our friendship over some hot sex. Maybe this arrangement is a bad idea. But then I think of Remy backing out of his hookups because he feels awkward, and I want to be there to ease that. I want to do this with him, I just don’t want him to regret it when more lines get blurred.
“Kade’s always been the blunt one, so everyone thinks he’s wild. But he’s a tame little kitten who likes one woman and knew it as soon as she showed up. You? You’ve always been the most… open. To anything and anyone and any situation. You think Remy doesn’t know that about you? Give him some credit, man.”
He doesn’t know the full extent of it, and neither does Kolt. I mean, they assume, but Remy was blindsided, and as much as I feel like shit about that, it’s now the thing I regret him knowing. Because I’m sitting here in the passenger seat of Kolt’s truck, wondering if Remy is thinking of me differently now that he knows I like guys, too. And that is what’s bothering me.
“I know. I just don’t want him to regret it later.” I shrug.
“Okay, you dumb prick, let me lay some wisdom on ya.”
Oh, god. Here we go. Kolt’s not known for his wisdom.
“You two have been running this game for years. Years! He’s seen you in all positions, and you’ve seen him in worse ones. You really think one little cock touch is going to be the thing that throws him off? Not a fucking chance, Zahn.”
“Even if he knows I like guys?”
“Even then. It’s Remy.”
Well, shit. When he puts it like that. So, why am I overreacting then? Out of the two of us, why is Remy the calm one? What am I doing with Kolt when I should be back at Remy’s talking this out?
“Can you take me back?”
He grins, already pulling a U-turn. “For fuck’s sake, Zahn. You’re such a waste of my time.”
“Didn’t sound like you were doing anything better.”
He pulls up in front of Remy’s. “You owe me a hundred bucks for the therapy session, asshole. See ya tomorrow.”
“Thanks.” I laugh. “I’ll let you fuck someone on the plane sometime. My gift to you. The mile high club.”
“Sold.” He smirks.
Thanks, Kolt.