26. Twenty-two
Twenty-two
Fallon
W e were off.
Off to the races.
I expected an awkward morning after, but Beau quietly rose with the sun and dressed to make it back to his folks’ place. Just before he slipped out the bedroom door, Jake murmured a sleepy, “See you at work.”
My heart nearly burst.
Jake and I went to a movie the next night. Beau joined us after we ran into him leaving The Pub with his dad.
The guys taunted and blustered like nothing had changed. Jake’s sharing didn’t extend to licorice, and he clung to the pack when Beau reached for a piece.
But he said nothing when Beau’s hand brushed along my forearm, sweeping in a gentle touch as the movie played. Jake’s hand rested on my knee, squeezing lightly throughout the film.
Energy buzzed as we stood on the sidewalk outside the theater, dodging a crowded sea of patrons exiting. A few calls of hello from locals eased the tension of how to say goodbye. I guess there’d be no touching, kissing, or having to sort through that.
Were we doing that? Was this a friends-with-benefits situation? A regular hookup? I chewed on my bottom lip. We should talk about it.
The apprehensive and shy looks between us had butterflies fluttering in my belly. After too many smiles and plenty of foot shuffling, we finally said goodnight. Jake and I went to my place, Beau to his.
Unlocking the house, I expected Jake to shove me inside and fuck me senseless. He didn’t. We showered with teasing touches and slow kisses beneath the temperate water, but there was no rushed or feral claiming.
Just when I thought one night had tempered Jake’s carnality, he came home from work and asked if Beau could come over for dinner and a movie.
“Of course. He’s our friend.”
I let the word linger, a space for Jake to fill with his thoughts or feelings about that or the true purpose of Beau’s visit. But I feared I was pushing him into something he might not want even though I did. So, I stayed quiet.
He smiled and kissed me long and soft but said nothing else.
Beau strolled into the house an hour later, no hesitation, dropped a book on the couch for Jake, and clapped his hands.
“Let’s see some dinosaurs. I hope you don’t mind me quoting the movie. Can’t be helped.”
We planned to watch Jurassic Park.
A wide grin adorned Beau’s face, the thick waves of his hair combed and styled like he’d put in effort. In gym shorts and an old t-shirt, Jake rolled his eyes. “Please.”
Beau’s affable grin fell and his shoulders stiffened. “You think you know the movie better than me?” He pointed to the book on the couch. “You’re hardly a fan if you haven’t read the source material. Best friend or not, it’s inexcusable. This is your call out.”
Jake clenched his jaw as Beau plopped onto the couch, getting comfortable and kicking up his feet.
“It’s not a competition,” I said, stepping over Beau’s legs to sit. “You don’t have to fight each other on everything.”
Turning to me, face entirely serious as he clutched a hand to his chest, Beau dared to say, “Rarely do I feel the need to compete with this ape, Fal, but this may be an exception.”
Jake scoffed. “You get a literal boner for competition.”
“Lies,” Beau said, examining his nails.
A sharp laugh erupted from Jake. “Junior year wrestling? You popped a boner the first practice Coach paired us. So excited about sparring.”
My hand flew over my mouth, but that couldn’t stop a laugh from bubbling.
“You got one, too!” Beau gaped.
Jake shook his head, settling beside me. He kicked his feet onto the coffee table to match Beau’s stance, a heavy thud as his heels hit the glass. “Nope, just that blessed.”
Beau looked about ready to explode, and I slapped a hand over each of their big mouths. “You both had a boner. Those leotards hide nothing. Can you be on the same side of something for once?”
“They’re not leotards,” Beau murmured beneath my palm.
Jake nipped at my hand, and I squealed and dropped my touch. Beau tickled along my ribs, causing me to giggle uncontrollably before Jake joined in on the assault.
“Jerks!” I shrieked.
“Same side, baby.” Jake laughed, his eyes catching Beau’s as they high-fived. “Careful what you ask for.”
Seeing Jake in a playful mood was a sweet shift when he otherwise carried a heavy weight on his shoulders.
“Not what I envisioned,” I huffed, tugging my shirt down and adjusting the twisted band on my shorts. Monster wedgie situation going on, but my smile lingered anyway.
“What did you envision, baby?” Jake’s palm skirted my thigh. A dangerous glint shone in his eyes as he glanced at Beau and raised his eyebrows.
Beau’s hand landed on my other thigh, encouraging me to spread my legs wider. “Bet we could be quite a team for you.”
My heart pounded, my nipples going tight as my body ignited. The undivided attention, the provocative teasing, the touching… Intense proved too weak a word when I was too aroused to speak.
“We’ll have to take turns,” Jake whispered against my neck, kissing and lightly sucking.
My breath stilled when Beau’s mouth brushed my shoulder, nipping me.
“Of course,” he agreed. “Might overwhelm her otherwise. We want her to enjoy this experience, Jake. Would be a shame if she didn’t.”
Jake hummed. “Absolutely. If we both go simultaneously, she might not be able to handle it.”
I licked my lips, my mouth impossibly dry with all the moisture in my body diverting to my panties.
“I—I can handle it. Please. Please let me handle it.”
“Sure is pretty when she begs,” Beau said, his palm smoothing over the inside of my thigh as I squirmed beneath him. “You are an unfairly lucky motherfucker. ”
“Don’t I know it.” Jake kissed my shoulder. “Almost a shame to fill her mouth instead of hearing her desperation to be fucked when she begs like that.”
“Hmm.” Beau chuckled, his fingers brushing over the seam of my panties and earning a whimper. “I believe she could take us both, but not with this.”
My hips bucked off the couch. “I can! I swear I can!”
“No,” Jake whispered, squeezing my thigh as Beau’s hand retreated. “Both of us quoting the movie without taking turns?”
Beau shot me a solemn look. “Would for sure overwhelm you. You’d hate the experience, and the movie deserves so much more.”
“So, one at a time?” Jake asked Beau.
He nodded. “I think that’s best.” He held out his arm in a sweeping gesture, ignoring my gawking. “Why don’t you go first, bestie?”
Jake feigned a gasp. “Me? No, Beau, I insist you go first. Start on any line of your choosing.”
“Best friend!” he gushed. “You spoil me!”
My jaw clicked hard enough to rattle my teeth. “You guys are terrible. Decidedly not a fan of that kind of tag teaming.”
They shot each other satisfied grins, and I mumbled, “Maybe I don’t want you on the same side after all.” My arms crossed tight over my chest, my legs crossed even tighter.
Jake reached for the candy on the table as Beau hit play on the movie. “Oh, baby. Your face says otherwise. ”
Beau dropped back and relaxed on the couch.
Jake handed him a licorice.
Nothing Beau or Jake did, talking or otherwise, could have ruined the movie for me, not with the company I kept.
The guys alternated quoting the film and reaching across me to slug the other’s shoulder when one messed it up. I crammed between them, each with a hand on my thigh when not attempting to bludgeon the other. And it was…
Fun—so fun—relaxed and entertaining, even with their stupid, aggressive flirting or teasing me into a change of panties.
When Beau got up to grab a few beers, Jake’s hand drifted to the back of my neck, his fingers twirling in my hair. My eyes flickered over him. He leaned in and cupped my head, pulling me forward as his soft lips kissed me.
Beau dropped beside us, setting the bottles on the coffee table, and wrapped his arm over my shoulder. Jake didn’t pull away or stop his kiss when Beau’s arm brushed the back of his hand, and Beau didn’t interrupt the kiss or make antagonistic comments.
Jake’s mouth eased from mine, my lips chasing his as he relaxed back in his seat. A knowing smile followed when he pinched my chin and turned my head toward Beau.
His mouth replaced Jake’s with just as sweet of a caress. He bit my bottom lip before he broke away, my body reluctant to give him space.
“Are we doing this?” I whispered, glancing between them. “Together?”
Beau focused on Jake. I did, too, as both of us studied his profile.
“Yes.” Jake combed his fingers through my hair.“While he’s here if you want.”
“I want.” Beau licked his lips and nodded.
My hand flew to my mouth to stifle my laugh when Jake glared at him. “If she wants. I already know you’d dick her down at any opportunity.”
“Not at all sorry for it,” Beau mumbled with a charming grin.
We watched the remainder of the movie silently, anticipation pulsing between us. Jake’s palm slid down my arm at the credits until he found my hand. Lacing his fingers with mine, he hauled me up. Beau’s hand grasped my other, rising as we retreated to the bedroom.
No one spoke, undressing and moving in sync as they roamed my body, kissing and licking and caressing.
There was no uncertainty or careful avoidance of overstepping. Heavy breathing filled the quiet room. Grunts and moans and curses as we worked each other into a frenzy. The guys gave their full attention to me. Their tongues and fingers and dicks and dirty words or filthy taunts directed at my pleasure. All the energy and focus shifted to me when they stopped fighting each other.
They ravaged me, and I eagerly presented myself for sacrifice.Nothing felt as exhilarating as having both of them. The empowerment of holding their desire— being what they desired.
Jake fucked me while I blew Beau. Nobody sat out. Then Beau ate my pussy while I sucked Jake.
“She’s dripping my cum, isn’t she?” Jake taunted, his face twisted in pleasure as he guided me along his length. “How do I taste?”
“I’m into that shit, bestie.” Beau licked and sucked at me from behind, undeterred. “Nothing would keep me from her cunt. Do your worst.”
My gaze caught Jake’s as the corners of his mouth curved in a hint of a smile, and he encouraged me to take him deeper.
We switched seamlessly, and Beau fucked me while Jake kissed me and stroked my clit into another orgasm; despite insisting I couldn’t do it.
Beau stayed again, bringing his things for work the next day.
The night after, they took turns having me. Blazing eyes watched on, each with murmured words for my greedy ears only.
“You’d better be quiet if you don’t want him to know how much you love my dick,” Beau breathed against my neck .
His thrusts were deep, his pace languid, like he had all the time in the world to ruin me.
“I crave you, sweet girl, all day. I think of this, of being inside you.”
Where Beau was tender and gentle, teasing and flirtatious, Jake was demanding and devoted. He was a force of a man, intense and arrogant in his desire, brazen and unabashed.
“I thought of this all day, baby. Naughty and wickedly beautiful thoughts of your cunt. Fucking you until your legs are shaking.”
He groaned and dropped his head in pleasure. His hand bracketed my throat, and he pounded me rough and hard.
“Thought of my hand wrapped around your throat, having you, claiming you. You’re mine, greedy girl. You’re mine.”I unraveled when his breathless chants echoed between us.
When we woke the following day, Jake started the coffee, and Beau made pancakes before sending me off for my Saturday shift at the community center.
It was a low-key day, one of the few when I got to hang out with the kids who dropped in rather than follow up to do wellness checks for the ones who otherwise had little or no support.
Social work was a tug of the heart. Helping the most vulnerable while witnessing their struggles and knowing the help provided wasn’t enough.
This week, when Beau joined me again to assist with activities, Jake came along. There was no competing, blustering, or taunting. Jealousy didn’t fuel his attendance. It was simply Beau’s casual suggestion that Jake help.
The dynamic shifted, new and uncertain. I realized that just as my feelings for Beau weren’t about my feelings for Jake, Jake’s feelings for Beau weren’t about his feelings for me. Maybe… they had their own relationship.
The thought sent me spiraling. Not into confusion, upset, or jealousy, but joy. Jake spent his life questioning whether he’d done enough to deserve the love of others, as if he had to earn it. But Beau’s easy energy radiated warmth and acceptance. He not only welcomed Jake’s companionship—he pursued it.
He was good for Jake and gave him something in their friendship that I couldn’t. Maybe that should have hurt me or made me feel inadequate. But it didn’t because Jake deserved it all, and his fierce love for me didn’t dilute with Beau’s accompaniment. It grew. Beau’s radiant energy nurtured a sense of comfort and ease in all of us. Everything was enhanced with his shine.
Beau longed to feel wanted—to feel significant. Jake’s invitation into our relationship held more meaning than sex to him, even if he wouldn’t admit it. Despite claims otherwise, he craved Jake’s approval and wanted to be important to him.I had my guesses as to why that might be.
It was beautiful , but it was scary. This wasn’t supposed to be permanent, but part of me couldn’t help but imagine a life where it could be.