Chapter 16 Orion
ORION
When I walk in their door, Bertie has a bubbling pink glass in his hand, but says, “Pay toll first.”
I slip off my mask and give him his kiss, which seems to be the extent of my debt because he hands me the glass.
“Kir royale!” he says with a big smile. “Looks fancy, I know, but it’s super easy to make. Champagne and a splash of crème de cassis. That will put some tingle in your tentacles!”
He’s just as bubbly as the champagne I tasted on his lips, even more so than usual. He hooks a hand through my arm and drags me off toward the kitchen.
“Hideo! Jake is here!” he calls, then says to me, with that same smile, “He’s been looking forward to seeing Jake all evening…even stopped and got him a peanut butter bone.”
“He’ll have a friend for life with that,” I say. “We won’t see hide nor hair of Jake for the rest of the evening.”
“There’s the cute pup,” Hideo says, walking in and giving Jake a thorough scritching. Then he says, standing and moving in for his kiss, “And here’s our handsome guest.”
He also has the taste of champagne on his lips, mixed with a tasty collection of Italian spices. He must have been working on his pasta.
“Spaghetti tonight,” he confirms. “I stole this recipe from Bob years ago, and I’ve never found anything better. Have a taste!”
I hand him the bottle of wine I brought, and he trades it for a spoon lightly covered with tomato sauce. I let my tentacles go. Basil and oregano dominate, with garlic and onion. Red wine, maybe cabernet, and a dash of sugar. And something unexpected. “Sage?” I ask.
“Exactly!” he says. “Glad you caught that. You brought a Malbec! That will be a perfect complement to the meal. Let me start the noodles and I’ll give Jake his treat. Dinner should be ready soon.”
“Let’s make the salad,” Bertie says, gathering some lettuce from the fridge, but he fumbles with the crisper drawer and drops everything on the floor. “Damn it all. Fortunately, it’s in a bag. Five-second rule!”
He hands me a tomato to slice, and continues, “Soooo, what did you think of the eclair?”
“I think you’ve outdone yourself. You overloaded my tentacles and drove them into a chocolate coma. I’ve never tasted anything so quintessentially chocolate.”
Bertie gets a seriously satisfied look at this.
“That was the intention! What did you taste?” he asks, smiling, but with an odd tinge of sadness. That’s not good.
“Chocolate! And more chocolate…everywhere.”
“Be more specific.”
“Dark chocolate. On the sweet side in the pastry shell, and it was wonderfully airy. My tentacles loved the texture.”
“Thanks! And on top?”
“The crunchy top was a lot of fun, with sharp pangs of taste as it broke up, and some dusty bitter chocolate too. Full of surprises.”
“That’s the cocoa powder. And the filling?”
“It was the best part. After one taste, I couldn’t keep them out. God, I was a mess by the time I finished the first one. I felt like a sloppy kid with a melting ice cream cone. The texture was sublime. It melted into the smoothest, chocolaty, um, heaven.”
He’s looking very pleased at this, so I guess he hit his goal.
“The little white chocolate leaf was cute too, but frankly, I don’t think it needs it. It was distracting.”
“I think so too,” Bertie says, smiling, but the smile looks forced. Something’s wrong. “We’ll probably omit it when we go into production, but thanks for the input.”
I swear, he looks like he’s about to cry. What caused that? His eclair was a total success.
“My pleasure!” I offer. “My tentacles and I are happy to help any time.” But this makes me wonder if I can promise that, with my plan for the new year…if I decide to go through with it.
“Oh, Orion!” he says suddenly, grabbing my arm, crestfallen. “I don’t know if I can do this!”
“Bertie!” Hideo says sharply, looking up from his sauce. “Careful.”
“What?” I say, not following this turn in the least.
“Your tentacles! I figured it out last night—what your appointments with Hideo mean. Are you really going to do it?”
Hideo bustles over and extracts Bertie from my arm, saying, “We talked about this.”
“I know,” Bertie says, “but I just can’t…”
Then Bertie wipes his eyes and hugs his arms tight around his chest, saying, “I’m sorry, Orion. That wasn’t fair of me. It’s your life and your decision, and I don’t want to be yet another person forcing my opinions on you.”
I’m shocked. Not so much by them talking about me, but more at Bertie’s response. He’s completely tied in knots.
“I’m sorry, Bertie,” I say, not knowing where to start. “I should have told you I was considering it.”
“No,” he says. “Like Hideo says, it’s your decision, but damn it, I want you to take everything into consideration, not just the haters.”
I start to see it. I’ve faced a lot of hate over the years, but there’s also been a lot of love. My family, certainly, and Jake, of course. And now Bertie and Hideo. I like them a lot, and there’s definitely lust threatening to take over soon, so maybe love is somewhere on the horizon.
Looking at Bertie, standing there all wretched and scared, I see it. It’s all been for me. The celebration, the caviar, meeting their friends, the amazing chocolate dessert…all of it was for me. Surely, these are stronger voices, more important voices, than all the haters combined.
“You know, I think you’re right,” I say, as it becomes clear. “I haven’t been taking everything into consideration. I haven’t discussed this at all with you, and you are my best friend, after all.”
“Yes,” he says, hope kindling in his eyes. “That’s right, and your best friend has some strong opinions about this.”
“And your desserts?” I say, delighted at knowing the real motivation behind his chocolate extravaganza. He designed it specially for me. “I haven’t really considered what a great loss I’d be facing.”
“Yes!” he says more forcefully. “What would my pastries be like after you, um, well, after?”
“You’re right. They wouldn’t be the same. And your kisses? I need to consider them now, now that we’re kissing, and, um…”
“Orion! Of course I’ll want to kiss you, whatever you choose, but I have to say it. Your tentacles are a miracle. They’re just so you. You can’t, you simply can’t let the haters force you into this. Please, please think about it. Think about what you really want.”
“I promise, I am considering it, nearly every second of every day. You and Hideo are giving me a lot to think about.”
Right then, Hideo crosses the kitchen and turns the heat off on his sauce and pasta.
He turns to us and says, “If we can, let’s table this discussion for the time being.
Bertie has something special planned for dessert, something else to tempt you and your tentacles, and I don’t think we can make him wait a second longer.
Let’s do dinner later—we should have our dessert first.”
Lucky Pierre. Why have I never fantasized about this? But thinking about it, the answer is obvious. I’ve never had two men interested in me, at the same time. Two creative, intelligent, and entirely irresistible men.
Bertie is a hurricane tonight, a force of nature.
He obviously choreographed the entire thing in advance, first arranging us into an alluring three-way sixty-nine to get us warmed up, and then on to the main event.
So here I am, pinned between two sexy men, pleasured from both sides.
Dessert indeed! He’s making a very convincing argument for keeping my tentacles, while also showing in no uncertain terms that they’re only one part of the equation.
“Orion, stop for a minute,” Bertie says, slapping me on the back. “I keep slipping out.”
Just like Hideo said on our first night, three-ways are fun and silly.
He didn’t say how damnably sexy they are, but I’m quickly finding out.
There’s something about the freedom to play—with no real expectations—that’s totally liberating.
It’s so easy to let my worries go and live in the moment, focusing on what is right in front of me.
I’m happy to see that Bertie, the sweet huggy bear, is letting himself do just the same.
I jam my cock into Hideo all the way to the hilt, just the way he likes, and his eyes lose focus. I have his legs trapped, so if I reach…just…a…bit…more…I can circle my arms all the way around, curling his whole body into a ball. He submits to it all, lost to the world.
Sexually, we barely know each other, but I’m rapidly learning my way around these men and their bodies, learning what they like.
Hideo seems happiest when he’s submitting, releasing control.
Maybe it’s his way of escaping from the rest of his life, which must be full of critical decisions and confident actions.
In the clinic, he always knows exactly what to say when I lose my way, taking charge and helping me work through it, but here in bed he’s helpless, fully encompassed within my embrace.
I can literally do anything I like to him, and he’ll respond.
It’s a revelation, and I’m quickly finding I love the freedom to use my size like this, embodying the giant that I am.
“Ready and waiting,” I growl back at not-even-slightly-submissive Bertie, wiggling my cock in Hideo’s ass while making my hole fully accessible.
“Damn, Orion! That ass!” Bertie growls and plunges in. “I’m gonna climb you like a mountain and plant my flag!”
Worries momentarily forgotten, he’s a feral bear, so different from Hideo.
Bertie is the definition of energy, poking his fingers and tongue and cock anywhere he can make them fit, constantly coming up with creative new combinations.
So far tonight, I’ve been taking my lead from him, since his ideas invariably lead us somewhere productive, or at worst, hilariously entertaining.
Right now, I’m getting a taste of what Hideo must feel as Bertie plasters himself to my back and wraps his arms around, grabbing my pecs and pounding me without mercy.