Chapter 35
PERRY
We all ate supper together that night, crowded around a table in the common dining area, and often interrupted by other athletes stopping to congratulate us on our progress.
I confess, I was a bit starstruck by some of the skiers and hockey players who stopped to talk to us. People I’d been watching for years perform at the top of their games were suddenly treating me like their equal, and I found myself so in awe I could barely eat.
More than anything else, that meal made it all real.
Up to then, I’d kept my nerves at bay by telling myself it was just another practice, just another game, just another venue.
Sure, we had fancy clothes and so much press, so many cameras they couldn’t be ignored, but at the end of the thought process, I looked down the ice and willed the invisible lines into existence.
I knew Evan worried at my singular focus. We were all more intent on the game than each other for those months leading up, and especially the week of Olympic play. And as long as I kept my focus narrow, I was okay.
That all unravelled at that table, talking to hockey stars and skiing champions and figure skating icons in the course of one meal. I lost my words, only able to nod and smile at people I was in awe of. My appetite vanished completely.
“Perry,” Alan said at one point, tapping his fork against my plate. “You’ve barely touched your food.”
“Sorry, yeah. I know.” I shoved my fork into the pile of mashed potatoes and gravy on my plate but didn’t pick it up.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” But I stared at the food, the huge salad overflowing the bowl that a few minutes ago I’d been stoked to eat, and realized everything had been tasting like sawdust and nerves.
Alan pushed his own plate away. “Come along.” He took my hand. “We are going back to our room.”
Our “room” was a tiny mobile trailer the three of us shared, with a bed we’d had to fork out a small fortune to get, that would accommodate all three of us.
I could still feel the Olympic officials’ sideways looks as they’d filled that request, but fuck ’em.
It wasn’t like they hadn’t known we were coming.
The nice thing, since every trailer was split into two rooms, was that the other four guys shared the trailer beside ours, and we had an entire empty room we’d furnished with camp chairs and tables so we could all hang out together and still have some privacy from the rest of the athletes when we wanted.
Now, however, as we entered our trailer with Evan hot on our heels, Alan locked the door behind us, shutting out the rest of the world, including our teammates.
I think it might have been the first time the three of us were alone together since we’d arrived, other than when we were falling into bed exhausted at night.
“Come here.” Without warning, he grabbed the front of my jacket and hauled me close, kissing me hard enough my toes curled and I groaned into his mouth.
Behind me, Evan chuckled, and I heard the rustle of his jacket and thunk of his boots as he took off his outerwear.
He started on mine next, reaching around me to unzip my jacket without getting in the way of Alan’s kiss.
When he pulled it off my shoulders, I slipped my arms out then wrapped both around Alan’s neck, deepening our kiss and pressing my entire body against him.
After only a few seconds of that, though, Alan gently pushed me off him and towards the tiny bathroom. “Shower,” he instructed. “Thoroughly.”
I bit my lip. “How tho—”
“Very.” He kissed me again, just a fingertip under my chin, but that touch was enough to hold me immobile while he had his way.
We’d been spoiled, with our team accommodations at home, and the showers that easily accommodated two people. Here, there was no such luxury so I hustled to clean myself inside and out so the others could also get in and rinse off the nervous sweat and clean up.
I wasn’t surprised that Alan sent Evan in next while he carefully dried me off, taking his time, drawing it out with kisses, caresses, soft murmurs of approval when I spread my legs for him to get at my balls.
“Are you going to dry my cock off, already?” I asked, closing my eyes as he dragged the towel over my ass, and his fingertips up my spine. “Mmm. I love when you touch me.”
“In good time.”
Evan came out of the bathroom then, and Alan handed me the towel.
“Get him dried off while I shower.” He cupped the back of my head and kissed me, a deep, long, groan-worthy kiss before stepping back so he could take us both in. “No one gets off without me.” His smile was hungry. “And no clothes.”
That, frankly, wasn’t a surprise either. I wasn’t about to complain about the no clothes part.
What was surprising, was Evan’s attention as I did what Alan told me to do and dried him off. He kept a hand on me at all times: on my shoulder while I dried his chest and arms, in my hair when I crouched to dry his legs and feet.
“Suck the water off my cock,” he said while I was down there. It wasn’t a request, though it fell just short of being a demand.
“We’re not supposed to get off until he gets back.” I looked up at him to find his eyes dark and demanding as his voice hadn’t been, as he gazed down at me.
“I didn’t say get me off, I said suck.” He thrust his hips forward enough his erection poked at the corner of my mouth.
My own cock jumped at the heat in his eyes as he tangled his fingers in my hair. Confidence radiated off of him, making my palms sweat and my skin heat.
For sure Alan had coached him to do this while he was busy.
I opened, and he moved, holding his cock lightly while he slowly pushed it past my lips. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he pushed in, dragged himself back, and pushed in again.
“That’s good,” he praised me in a whisper. “Just like that. No, don’t touch yourself.”
I’d dropped the towel to grab my dick, but stopped at his words.
How many times had I said that exact thing to him?
Had Alan? Refusing him relief while he serviced one of us.
He revelled in the denial of his own pleasure, in doing what we wanted and holding back his own orgasm until we were satisfied.
I’d never been in that boat.
Maybe something showed in my expression because he eased out of my mouth, never taking his eyes off me. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Ever.”
Of course I knew that. I nodded.
“Say it. Words.” It was something we’d always insisted on together, and something Alan firmly reinforced. Words. Always words, always explicit, always clear.
Before I could muster the brain power to form them, Alan returned from his shower, and his damp legs pressed to my back. He leaned over me to kiss Evan, a brief, intense connection, then his hand joined Evan’s in my hair.
It wasn’t the first time I’d been on my knees for one or the other of them, but it was the first time I’d been here, between them, below them, encompassed by them.
“What are you doing, precious?” Alan asked.
“Oh. Keeping him occupied,” Evan said.
Alan stroked fingers down the side of my cheek, curling them under my chin and lifting so my head was tilted back and I could see up into both their faces. “Are you okay down there?” he asked.
I swallowed, feeling the force of it under his touch, and nodded.
“Words,” he said.
“I am,” I managed, though it came out rough. “I’m good.”
“Good.” He moved enough he could bend over and kiss me, then straightened. “As you were, then.” He repositioned my head so Evan’s cock brushed my cheek.
Having Evan’s cock in my mouth while they kissed above me was a kind of rush I’d never experienced. Before Evan, I’d never considered sex with more than one person at a time. Before Alan, I’d never done it. Before tonight, I’d never imagined not being in some kind of control over it.
My cock twitched as Evan shifted, pushing his cock deeper into my throat. They were so busy kissing, neither of them would probably notice if I did something about it, so I gripped my dick and stroked.
“Ah-ah,” Alan said, tugging my curls. “Not yet, darling.”
Evan pulled his cock out of my mouth and stepped back.
“On the bed,” Alan instructed.
Not sure if he was talking to me or Evan, I looked up at him.
His face from down here was a picture of stern beauty.
He was motioning to Evan to lie on his back on the bed so I stayed where I was, my ass resting on my heels, curious to see where this went.
I got the feeling he wasn’t readying Evan for his usual spot between us, and since Alan was never the middle man, that only left me.
Again, my cock twitched as blood pounded in my ears and my heart rate shot up.
“I want you come up here and suck his cock, darling,” Alan said, patting the bed between Evan’s legs.
Evan was propped against the headboard, watching me with bright eyes, lightly stroking his cock and playing with his balls. It was clear that by complying, I would be on my knees, head down, ass up, between them.
I nodded and got to my feet but Alan stopped me as I reached the side of the bed, cupping my face and gazing into my eyes.
“To be clear, I am going to fuck you. So you know.”
Again, I nodded, had to swallow before I could speak, but agreed. “I got that,” I said.
“And he’s going to watch.”
“Yes.” I took a deep breath and let it out, leaning so my forehead touched Alan’s. “I’m ready for this.”
It had been a year since he’d said he would, since he’d implied that I needed a good reaming, and I was more than ready. While I hadn’t expected to be sucking Evan’s dick when it finally happened, I was realizing that it hadn’t been me Alan was waiting for.
I looked over at Evan, who had stopped stroking himself and had softened to half-hard. He was watching us, eyes big, expression interested, but patient, his body still.
Evan was lying there, calm and waiting, but it was the stillness that caught my attention. He was only still when he was asleep or fully focused on what was happening.