Chapter 23
TWENTY-THREE
Benji had no explanation for the nest of butterflies running riot in his belly.
They erupted the moment Van parked in the lot outside of their hotel room.
Sure, it had been a couple of weeks since he’d last been physically intimate, but this was different.
Their triad had crossed a new line today by coming out to friends and family, and more lines were waiting to be crossed in their rented room.
Lines Benji was finally ready to cross—for Joshua and for Van.
They each had a small duffel bag with clothes and toiletries, so getting into the room took little time.
The king bed offered a lot more space than Van’s queen, and the room even had a small alcove with a mini fridge and microwave.
Not that any of them had food. Benji had a few bottles of water in his bag, because he never traveled without it.
He stowed those in the fridge first thing.
Joshua peeked into the bathroom. “Nice size tub in there. Might even fit three.”
Those butterflies stirred up even more.
“We’ve never all showered together,” Van said softly. He still stood near the door, which he’d chained and bolted, as tentative as Benji had ever seen him. As if now that they were in the room, he wasn’t entirely sure what was allowed.
Emboldened by the ease of coming out to their friends, Benji straightened his spine and told him, “I want you to watch while Joshua fucks me.”
Van’s eyes widened, then he broke out his uber-sexy smile. “You do, do you?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know, babe.” Joshua came up behind Benji and slid warm hands under his sweater to tickle his belly. “I think I’d rather he watch while I make love to you.”
The familiar touch chased some of those butterflies away, and Benji leaned back against Joshua’s chest. “Okay.”
Joshua whipped Benji’s sweater up and off, exposing his torso.
Cool air swirled across Benji’s skin, pebbling it and hardening his nipples.
Joshua nibbled at his shoulder and neck, while one hand rubbed at his crotch and the other tickled into his navel.
Benji closed his eyes and relaxed into Joshua’s capable hands; he knew this song by heart.
Their alignment shifted so that Joshua’s erection rubbed against the crease of his ass. Joshua’s excitement helped Benji’s own cock get into the game, thickening in his jeans under Joshua’s constant ministrations.
“You two are so beautiful,” Van whispered.
Quiet and reverent, and it made Benji’s heart soar. “Please.”
“Please, what?” Joshua asked. “Want me to suck you?”
Benji shook his head, uncertain what he did want until the word tumbled out. “Van.”
Van’s cologne filled his senses an instant before his mouth crashed onto Benji’s, warm and insistent and wonderful.
Unlike the desperate kiss earlier in the car, this was a claim and a promise, and Benji melted into it.
Joshua held him tight in his arms while Van kissed his way down his torso.
Hands fumbled at Benji’s fly. Eyes still shut, Benji fell into the music they played on his body.
And then he was naked, fully exposed to two clothed men; he’d never felt safer or more loved.
Van took him into his mouth, and Benji cried out at the sudden heat and pressure on his dick.
The addictive pleasure of a hand rolling his balls, rubbing his taint, combining into the most intense blow job ever.
And Joshua never stopped touching him, pinching his nipples, kissing his throat, thrusting against his ass.
Benji wanted to scream and cry and never let it stop, but he wasn’t entirely sure it was real and not some erotic dream.
So, he forced his eyelids apart. Made himself look down.
Van met his gaze with lips stretched tight around Benji’s cock. A harsh shiver tore down Benji’s spine.
It’s real. Holy fuck, it’s real.
Joshua rubbed up and down Benji’s arms a few times, and then clasped his hands. Directed him to hold Van’s shoulders for balance. Benji didn’t understand why until Joshua went to his knees behind him.
Oh, shit.
Van somehow managed to flash a smirk at him with a mouthful of cock; Benji held on tight, eager for what was next and terrified it would be too much.
Joshua parted his cheeks. Cool air blew across his hole.
Benji gasped and clenched. Van paused with only the head of his dick between his lips, teasing that bundle of nerves with his tongue.
At the same moment, Joshua licked at his entrance.
“Fuck!” Benji bucked into Van’s mouth, making him gag. “Sorry.”
Joshua stabbed him again with his tongue, Van dove in for more, and Benji lost all rational thought.
He held onto Van’s shoulders and surrendered to the two men making love to him, driving him insane with pleasure and need, amping him up with every steady stroke and hot lick. Nothing else existed except this. Them.
Too much and not enough.
“Fuck me. Please.”
Joshua bit his cheek and licked the stinging mark. “Yeah, baby.”
The sudden shift from too much sensation to none at all made Benji want to weep, but it lasted only a few seconds.
Van yanked the bedcovers down, and pulled Benji in for a gentle kiss while Joshua stripped.
Once Joshua was gloriously naked, Benji was transferred into his arms so Van could do the same.
Fine tremors raced up and down Benji’s legs and belly, as much from anticipation as nerves.
He and Joshua were about to share something incredibly private and intimate with Van.
As right as the moment felt, Benji couldn’t help but be a bit embarrassed at another person watching a dick go into his ass.
“Are you sure?” Joshua asked.
He knows me so well.
“Yes. Nervous.” Benji clasped Van’s hand, bringing him closer. “But I want this. I promise.”
“Where do you want me to be?” Van asked, raising their joined hands to kiss Benji’s knuckles.
He wasn’t sure where he wanted Van, except that he needed him nearby. Not across the room. “On the bed.”
Joshua gently arranged Benji in the middle of the bed, on his back with a pillow tilting his hips up.
Van brought lube and several condoms over, and then sat near the headboard, his hip close to Benji’s head.
His face was upside down, but he never lost that sexy smirk that had caught Benji’s attention way back on that long-ago July night.
“I love you,” Benji said. He needed to say it before anything else happened. And to Joshua. “I love you too.”
“So do I,” Joshua replied. He brushed his lips over Benji’s. “Both of you.”
“Yeah,” was all Van managed, but the tight, hoarse way he said it told Benji everything he needed to know.
Joshua picked up a condom. “I want to ditch these one day, if you guys agree.”
Van’s nostrils flared. “Yeah?”
“Yes.” He squeezed Van’s knee. “I want to feel you bare inside me. We’re exclusive, the three of us, and I don’t see any of us cheating on the other two.”
“Hell no.” Van swallowed hard. “Ben?”
Benji’s belly wobbled. He kind of hated having this conversation while he was in a supine position on the bed, the others looming over him. “We are exclusive. I’m not sure about, you know, the mess.”
Joshua laughed and kissed him again. “God, I adore your fussiness. We know the trust is there, if we all get tested and ditch condoms. How about we negotiate the details later?”
“Deal.” Benji stroked Joshua’s cock. “Make love to me?”
“Fuck yes.” He suited up, and then Van squeezed lube onto his fingers. He pressed that lube into Benji with one, then two fingers, prepping him with care and love, and Benji relaxed. Opened himself to his first boyfriend, while his second watched.
The initial press of Joshua’s cock made him tense up.
Joshua stroked his erection, kissed his mouth and cheeks, until Benji’s instinct to fight the intrusion was beaten back by pleasure and need.
Joshua slid inside with small, gentle thrusts, taking his time, until he was fully seated.
Joshua propped Benji’slegs on his shoulders.
Planted his hands on the bed by Benji’s head.
Benji was so full, almost too full, and he needed Joshua to move. To do something besides stare down at him in wonder and awe, while his dick was buried to the hilt in Benji’s body. He dared to meet Joshua’s glistening eyes and almost wished he hadn’t.
“Every time you give me this is a gift,” Joshua whispered. “One I will never take for granted.”
Benji’s eyes burned. “Don’t you dare make me cry.”
“No, baby. I’d rather make you scream.”
Uh-oh.
Joshua pulled back, then thrust in hard enough to make Benji gasp.
The second thrust scraped his prostate, and Benji yelped.
Joshua set a brutal pace that had Benji’s eyes rolling back, desperate cries falling from his lips, unable to do more than hang on tight and feel.
Then his right hand flailed out on its own, seeking something.
Van’s hand grabbed his, and that was exactly right. He needed Van. Van was part of this too. Benji needed him to be part of this, not a spectator.
“Kiss him,” Joshua said.
Unsure who he was telling, Benji let Van come to him. Van thrust his tongue into Benji’s mouth, while Joshua thrust into his ass, and all Benji could do was take what they gave him. He wanted all of it, whatever they offered; he loved them, and they loved him, and that was everything.
Joshua came first with a shout, buried deeply in Benji’s ass. He pulled out slowly, leaving Benji aching and desperate for his own release. Van released his mouth, but didn’t stop touching his hair and face.
“What do you want, beautiful?” Van asked. “How do you want to come?”
The joint curiosity and arousal in Van’s expression nearly made Benji say something he wasn’t quite ready to ask for: to have Van inside him.
Something else intrigued him, though, after watching Van and Joshua together so many times, both in person and onscreen. He shoved the pillow aside and sat up.