Chapter 16 #3
Benji was panting when they finally broke apart, his dick perking up and getting into things. Van’s erection pressed firmly into his hip. Finding a bit of boldness in himself, Benji rubbed Van through his jeans. Van’s eyes narrowed slightly and his lips parted.
“Do you want to fuck Joshua with this?” Benji asked.
Van’s nostrils flared. “If he’s up for it, yes.”
“Oh, he’s up for it,” Joshua said. “Christ, watching you two do nothing but kiss is the best kind of porn.”
Benji glanced at the two closed doors off the living room. “Bedroom?”
Van tilted his head. “I don’t know, I was kind of picturing me fucking him over the arm of the couch.”
“Fuck,” Joshua said, turning the single word into a long sigh.
“Works for me.” Benji squeezed Van’s dick once more, then let go. “Supplies?”
“Be right back.” Van dashed into the left door, giving Benji a brief view of a bed.
Familiar arms slipped around Benji’s waist, pulling him against a broad chest he knew so well. “Knowing you want to watch turns me on so much,” Joshua whispered, licking the shell of his ear. Small tingles wormed down Benji’s spine. “Love you.”
“Love you back.” He twisted around to face Joshua, and then palmed his ass. “This feels right.”
Joshua didn’t ask him to explain or clarify.
Understanding and agreement shined in his eyes, as clear and pure as a coloratura soprano solo.
After years of drifting in and out of each other’s lives, struggling to find time to be together in person, and never quite feeling like he was enough, Benji had no doubts left about their choice to seduce Van into their lives.
He fit in like the piece that, in some ways, had always been missing from the relationship.
Maybe they were always meant to be a triad, and they’d simply been waiting to find each other.
Benji nuzzled Joshua’s nose with his. “I had no one for so long. How did I end up with two amazing men?”
“Sheer luck.”
He laughed. “I’d say so.” He looked at Van leaning in the bedroom doorway, watching them with a rapt expression. “What are you doing way over there?”
“Watching you two be adorable together,” Van replied. The words came out as a tease, but Benji caught the underlying fear there, too. Fear of being an interloper. Of causing problems.
One way or another, he needed to show Van that his presence was helping them. “Come over here,” Benji said, pulling back from Joshua few steps, “and kiss this guy until he can’t stand up straight.”
Van’s smile went feral. Joshua visibly trembled, then retreated a full step when Van stalked forward. A predator intent on catching his prey. Benji rocked on his heels and watched Van chase Joshua around the living room, before tackling him onto the sofa.
The kiss began with a harsh growl from Van that hit some sort of switch in Joshua.
Instead of remaining passive, he counterattacked with enthusiasm.
They attacked each other’s mouths, nipping and biting, while hands tugged at clothing, exposing patches of skin that also got licked and nipped.
Benji sat on the edge of a chair to watch, fully hard now, and entranced by the two men going at each other on the couch.
He loved this new side of Joshua, free to be aggressive and go hard.
So different from the tender care he showed with Benji.
The power play continued as they struggled to get each other naked, and eventually they moved the whole business to the floor.
Joshua stretched out on his back, jeans tangled with his shoes at his ankles.
Van crouched over him, gloriously naked, and they engaged in a sixty-nine that had Benji panting for how fucking gorgeous they were together.
Despite the aggression, their affection shone through in every action and growl and moan.
Benji loosened his belt and fly, then reached into his jeans to stroke himself.
He’d never considered himself a voyeur, but something about this was almost better than participating in the sex.
No need to perform or negotiate what he was or wasn’t in the mood for.
No sense of letting Joshua down somehow every time he preferred the simplicity of rubbing off over the complications of anal sex.
Joshua could let go, and Benji could watch him do it.
And he did. He jerked himself while they sucked each other.
He relaxed deeper into his chair when Van hauled Joshua onto the couch, kneeling on the cushions with his ass tilted in Benji’s direction.
Van proceeded to rim him until he begged to be fucked.
Benji’s balls drew up; he was so close to coming.
When Van slid the condom on and lined up, Benji tugged his dick free of his pants and stroked himself harder.
Needing to come. Joshua moaned loudly as Van thrust home, and that was it.
Benji lost it, shooting up onto his shirt, crying out from the force of it.
His spine turned to jelly. He kept up a light, steady stroke, milking his orgasm for all it was worth before releasing his spent dick.
“That was fucking hot,” Van said. Both of his arms were wrapped around Joshua’s chest, holding him upright and close to Van, while his hips moved in small, hard thrusts. He was also watching Benji with undisguised lust in his eyes.
Benji blushed, but didn’t try to tuck himself away. “It was all you two.”
“You made a mess on your shirt.”
“Guess I did.” Finding a bit of boldness deep inside, Benji stripped the soiled shirt off and used it to clean his hand and dick.
Van’s nostrils flared as he took in the expanse of Benji’s bare chest, then started fucking Joshua with longer, deeper strokes.
He kept Benji’s gaze the entire time, his intensity burning into Benji’s heart and leaving its mark.
Joshua gasped with each thrust, his ass bouncing with every smack of Van’s hips.
“I thought you were going to bend him over the couch?” Benji asked.
Challenge accepted.
Van pulled out, and then hauled Joshua around to the other side of the couch.
Joshua let himself be bent at the waist over the back of the sofa, facing Benji, at an almost perfect ninety-degree angle.
Van grabbed his hips and thrust back inside, knocking Joshua forwards a fraction.
Joshua looked Benji in the eyes, desperate and wanton, and Benji grinned.
“Much better,” he said.
Van laughed, then started fucking Joshua hard enough to make the sofa scrape forward a few times.
Joshua tried to hold his gaze, but Van must have started nailing his prostate, because Joshua threw his head back and moaned.
Over and over, with each brutal thrust. Faster.
Harder. Until Van pulled out, pressed a hand between Joshua’s shoulder blades, and pushed his head lower, exposing his glistening back and Van’s cock.
Van stripped off the rubber and jacked himself to completion, covering Joshua’s back thick ropes of semen.
“That is a gorgeous sight,” Van said as he ran a finger through his spunk, smearing it on Joshua’s skin.
Benji’s belly wobbled at the possessive gesture of marking Joshua like that. It was crazy hot, and a little scary. Van was getting attached.
It’s what we want, though, isn’t it? To be with Van, all three of us together?
“Josh?” Benji asked. “How do you want to get off?”
Joshua raised his head, cheeks flushed, eyes bright. He hesitated, which meant he wanted Benji to help him out somehow, but wasn’t sure how Benji would react with Van present. That ever-present care sealed Benji’s choice.
“Whatever you want, babe,” Benji said.
Van helped Joshua stand on shaky legs, his cock flat to his belly, red and ready to go. Benji started mentally preparing himself for whatever Joshua wanted, even if it was anal. Even if he wanted to do it in front of Van.
“C’mere,” Joshua said.
Benji tucked his dick away and stood. He held his pants shut, instead of zipping them, because he recognized the look on Joshua’s face.
Van stepped away, watching them with blatant curiosity.
Without being asked, Benji put his hands on the back of the sofa and bent slightly at the waist, tipping his ass up.
Joshua tugged his jeans down to his knees, and a worm of worry darted through his gut.
But Joshua didn’t ask Van for a condom, only a squirt of lube.
When Joshua stepped in and thrust his dick into the tight space between Benji’s closed legs, that worry disappeared.
Joshua loved this—fucking him without really fucking him.
Joshua held his hips and found his own release in only a handful of hard, desperate thrusts, then collapsed on top of Benji.
“Fuuuuck, that was good,” Joshua slurred. “All of it. Amazing. Yup.”
Benji laughed and tried to dislodge the loose-limbed human weighing him down before he fell asleep up there. “Uh-uh, you need a shower before you crash. Van?”
“Got him.” Van peeled Joshua off his back. “Come on, I think all three of us could use a good rinse.”
“How big’s your tub?” Joshua asked.
“Unfortunately, not big enough for all of us at once.”
“You guys go first,” Benji said as he straightened. His ass was hanging out, and cum was dripping down his legs, but Benji couldn’t back away from the couch, which was hiding his crotch. Stupid, but whatever. “I’ll go last.”
Sensing Benji was nearing the end of his stretched limits, Van nodded and dragged Joshua through the door on the right.
Benji let out a long breath, and then went to work freeing his legs from his jeans.
He’d crossed a new line today, allowing Joshua to expose him, faux-fuck him in front of another guy.
And Benji was okay with that. More okay than he expected to be.
Because it’s Van. I trust him.
He’d had that same innate sense of trust all during those first few weeks of getting to know Joshua, but with absolutely no sexual experience under his belt, he’d been hesitant. Shy. And they’d gone extremely slow.
Older and more experienced, Benji knew deep down that he wouldn’t need to wait as long to be intimate with Van. They’d already been intimate, sharing deeply without actually touching. He and Van had connected to each other, and that was what mattered most to Benji.
Everything else after that was a bonus feature.