Chapter 4
Chapter Four
TYLER
T echnically, the employee handbook said that employees were allowed to fraternize, so long as there was no reporting structure between them and they maintained appropriate decorum at work. Tyler was pretty sure a kiss was considered appropriate. The small butt grope might not have been, and the fact that Jackson was married—and to someone else in the company—might also be questionable.
Still, that didn’t stop Tyler from kissing Jackson in his office and snuggling with Sky on Tuesday. He also found himself placing a hand on Jackson’s lower back when they worked late on Wednesday night, and pressing their legs together under the conference table on Friday.
He couldn’t be positive, but he was pretty sure Jackson and Sky had gotten up to something naughty on Tuesday and Thursday. Either that, or they both just so happened to have identical appointments appear on their calendars at lunch time.
Yes, Tyler was checking out their calendars. So what?
Over the past several weeks, he’d begun to think about his two coworkers as more than just a one-off experience. Or even two-off…or three-off. That was what had made him get tested the previous week and why, bright and early Saturday morning, he showed up to their apartment, thrust his test results in Sky’s hand, and demanded they fuck bare.
Well, “demanded” might be a little strong. After Sky read his results, he threw himself into Tyler’s arms, and they stumbled their way into the bedroom. It only took a few minutes of kissing and groping for Tyler to start begging for Jackson’s bare cock. He offered to fuck Sky bare as well. Because he was generous like that.
Only ten minutes after he’d arrived at their house, Tyler found himself bent over, taking Jackson’s deliciously hot length, while Sky lay underneath him, sucking his cock for the first time. It took a bit of maneuvering, but soon Tyler was able to bury his face in Sky’s thigh, as he gripped his hips for dear life.
There was something so achingly intimate about fucking raw. There was no way he could be physically closer to another person than this. After his slew of failed past relationships, sometimes he thought it was the closest he was ever going to be to someone.
Sky was a wizard with his mouth, moving his tongue in ways Tyler had never dreamed of. He didn’t last long, and he accidentally choked Sky with his cum. Jackson gently laid Tyler down on the bed, his own cock still hard and bobbing between his legs. Tyler reached for it, wanting to help get him off, but Sky batted his hands away. He grabbed a baby wipe and lube from their end table, then wiped down and lubed up Jackson’s dick before turning around to assume Tyler’s previous position.
Tyler made note of the cleaning protocols Sky used to keep himself safe. They hadn’t discussed any of the logistical changes that came with foregoing condoms, but he was grateful Jackson and Sky made it as effortless as everything else between them.
“Do you want to sit on Tyler’s face, love? Let him have a taste?” Jackson asked as he stared directly into Tyler’s eyes.
Tyler nodded eagerly, and Sky laughed his gorgeous wind chime laugh as he took Tyler’s hand and helped him maneuver between his legs.
After some adjusting and minor prep for Sky, Jackson sank into him with a groan. Tyler let out a string of curses at the close up sight of Jackson’s rather impressive girth spreading Sky open. He did his best to suck Sky off, but as Jackson picked up his pace, Tyler ended up just opening his mouth and letting Sky’s dick run along his tongue.
“Ty, baby, you feel so good—ahhhh!” Sky cried out, his fingers digging into Tyler’s hips.
Tyler’s dick perked up at the new endearment. He loved the way Sky’s sexy voice curled around the word “darling,” but he’d heard him use it on other friends in the office, and it didn’t feel like it was strictly theirs . Were they to the personal nicknames stage now? He’d had to stop himself several times from calling Sky “sweetheart” and Jackson “babe.” The names just seemed to fit them, and their relationship with Tyler, so well. Sky was his sweet little firecracker, and Jackson was his strong, reliable, absolute babe of a man.
That flutter started below his ribs as he thought about these two incredibly sexy men being his . He wasn’t sure if that was part of the arrangement, though. He didn’t think he would be allowed to get up to anything sexy with them on their lunch break or take them out to eat and then bring them back to his apartment for the night.
Or…could he?
Sky grabbed his semi-hard length, stopping any and all other thought, and stroked him to full hardness. Tyler barely had time to shift his hips up before Sky took him in his mouth and pressed his head all the way down.
Tyler’s shout was muffled by Sky’s quivering thighs, but he was pretty sure Jackson heard it. He began to speed up, and Tyler forced his eyes to stay open so he could appreciate every flex and roll of Jackson’s powerful thighs.
He was beginning to learn both of their tells. Sky’s shoulders would curve back until his spine formed a gorgeous S shape and he would come shouting one of their names. Jackson was much quieter, and the biggest sign for him was that his hips would tilt forward and his brow would get this adorable crease right in the middle of his forehead.
He couldn’t see either of those things happening now, so he closed his eyes and listened to the way Jackson’s breath caught and Sky sucked in a breath to scream Jackson’s name.
The vibrations, sounds, and, hell, even the smells of his men tipped Tyler over the edge.
Man…there he went again. Thinking about them as his .
Tyler mulled this over for the rest of the weekend. He took note of the way Sky seemed to always be within arms reach and how Jackson made a point of touching Tyler’s arm or back every time he passed by. He’d seen other couples he knew act like this, like they were celestial bodies pulled into each other orbits. When Stephanie had been pregnant, it was as if Clara could sense her every movement. They could be on opposite sides of the room, and if Stephanie reached down for something or tried to lift anything heavy, Clara would appear at her side to handle it.
“Thanks for another amazing weekend,” Tyler said, as he wrapped his scarf around his neck Sunday evening.
Sky gave Jackson a wide-eyed look that was pretty universal for “say something, dumbass.”
“Thank you for getting tested…and for wanting to be with us–in that way,” Jackson stumbled out.
“It really was awesome getting to connect like that,” Sky said, his eyes growing somehow even wider as he seemed to stare directly into Jackson’s soul.
Sheesh, Tyler wouldn’t want to be on the end of one of those looks. Clearly, Jackson was about to get in trouble for something, Tyler just wasn’t sure what. Evidently, Jackson wasn’t either, if his panicked look was anything to go by.
Tyler laughed nervously, the growing tension in the room a bit stifling in his heavy winter coat. “Yeah, I mean, I’m not seeing anyone else right now. Wouldn’t have time to with how much I see you two.”
He wasn’t sure if he should say the next part, but if there was any chance admitting this could get him one step closer to these men being his, it was worth a shot. “To be honest, I also don’t want to see anyone else.”
Jackson pursed his lips, and Sky grabbed his hand and squeezed it. Tyler wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing.
Before he could take his admission back, Jackson rolled his shoulders and took a slow breath, letting it out in a rush. “Is that something you would want to commit to?”
Sky rolled his eyes so hard, Tyler’s mother would have warned him they were going to fall right out of his head.
“Commit to—” Tyler tried to ask, but Sky cut him off.
“What Jackson is trying to say is we wanted to know if you would be open to making our arrangement a little more official. Like…” He trailed off and glanced one last time at Jackson.
“Like, would you like to be our boyfriend?” Jackson asked in a voice softer than Tyler had ever heard from him before.
Usually, Jackson’s voice seemed to rumble out of him, rolling over Tyler in a pleasant wave, settling in between his shoulder blades and loosening the knot that often grew there. This voice seemed to crawl into his chest, right to that spot that always fluttered. It expanded, pressing on his lungs and making it hard to breathe.
Or maybe that was anxiety.
He was having such a good time with Jackson and Sky. He could honestly see himself continuing on the way they were for a very long time. People didn’t usually seem to want that, though. They liked a sense of stability and promises of the future.
He could admit that he wouldn’t mind some stability. It would be nice to know what he would be doing on any given weekend. He could even see himself making a few promises if it meant they weren’t going to get tired of him and cast him aside. If they wanted this to continue as much as he did, that surely wasn’t a bad thing, right?
Clearly he wanted to be able to call them his , but…“boyfriend” specifically? He hadn’t had a lot of success with that before. The word didn’t bring him joy or comfort. If anything, it made the sweat accumulating under his arms begin to drip down his sides.
“I mean, we’re sort of already doing that, right?” Tyler asked, a tension headache threatening at the base of his skull. He really didn’t want things between them to end, which meant he better not mess everything up this time. “I don’t exactly have the best track record with this. I think maybe we should talk more about what that means? Like, expectations and whatnot?”
Jackson nodded. “Of course. Why don’t you look at your schedule, and you can let me know when you’re free next?—”
“Or! Maybe I can actually get your number, and we can start a group text?” Sky interrupted, a hint of something leaking into his words as he stared up at Tyler. It wasn’t anger, and he didn’t exactly look sad, but there was something deeper, a past wound or deep-seated anxiety that Tyler hadn’t seen in him before.
Without stopping to think, Tyler stepped forward and pulled Sky into his arms. “Of course, sweetheart. Sorry I didn’t think to give it to you earlier. I’ve gotten used to going through Jackson, but I’d love to text with you.”
Sky’s smile lit Tyler up inside in a different way than Jackson’s did. It bubbled up in his belly, traveling up his throat and mouth, lifting his lips into a crooked smile that he pressed into Sky’s forehead with a kiss.
Sky’s slim fingers dug into the downy sides of Tyler’s coat. He accepted first the forehead kiss and then a cheek kiss and finally a brief kiss on the lips. When Tyler pulled back, Sky was smiling his own crooked grin.
They exchanged numbers, and by the time Tyler arrived home, they’d already exchanged dozens of texts in their group chat. Sky had also started a solo text chain with him, where he’d sent Tyler a cute picture of himself to use as his contact photo.
While both Jackson and Sky seemed eager to find time to finish their conversation, Tyler was busy the whole next weekend, going to see his parents with Clara and Stephanie. He decided that maybe he would use the extra time to think about what he could bring to their relationship conversation.
That proved a little hard to do, however, because his week was unexpectedly full of Sky and Jackson. It was as if just broaching the potential of being boyfriends had opened a door to a new part of their relationship.
He spent all Monday night in a texting debate with Sky over their favorite movies. Sky pulled Jackson in near the end, who insisted they all go see a matinee movie that Thursday after work.
Their meeting with the higher-ups had gone well—so well, in fact, that Tyler was tasked with launching a new project by the end of the week. He stayed late Tuesday and Wednesday, and Jackson inexplicably stayed late as well, even though he wasn’t on the project.
He went into Thursday evening sleep-deprived and uncertain what to expect in terms of PDA. He tried to keep his expectations low, even though he was finding it harder and harder to keep his hands to himself whenever he was around Jackson or Sky. He loved the way Sky so easily fit in his arms and against his side. Jackson’s steady presence and solid body made Tyler feel safe in a way he’d never craved before. Even better than the two of them alone, though, was the two of them together. Lying between them in bed or squeezing together on their couch were some of the happiest moments he’d had in ages.
As they walked into the movie theater, a bucket of popcorn, two extra large sodas, and a bottle of water in hand, Sky darted in front of Tyler, and Jackson fell into step behind him. They filed into their row and took their seats with Tyler happily in the middle. The previews droned on for almost twenty minutes, but Tyler couldn’t care less because he had Sky’s hand in his and Jackson’s hand on his thigh. They changed positions a few times throughout the movie, passing popcorn and napkins between them, but there wasn’t a single second where one of them wasn’t touching him.
When Sky demanded they get ice cream afterwards, Tyler said yes solely so he could keep holding Sky’s hand all the way to the shop. Jackson offered to split a scoop with Tyler, since neither of them had the biggest sweet tooths, and their hands bumped and brushed as they shared the dessert.
It was clear that one thing he brought to every relationship he’d ever had was physical intimacy. It felt so much easier to express his feelings with a sweet caress, anxious squeeze, or horny grip. It wasn’t that he couldn’t talk about his feelings, it was more that, in most of his past relationships, he’d never gotten the chance to.
All his past relationships had started off the same: hot and fast, with physical intimacy forming the bedrock of their connections. While he always felt like the emotional parts of his relationships moved at a reasonable speed, inevitably, one day he and his partners would get in a fight about it. He would be told he was a player and wasn’t capable of deeper intimacy and then his relationship would abruptly end before he had a chance to try and explain that, to him, they were emotionally connecting. Every person he’d ever dated he’d enjoyed spending time with, whether they were being physical or not, and he thought about them when they weren’t around and wanted to see them at least once or twice a week. That never seemed to be enough, though. They always wanted this elusive “romance” that apparently Tyler had yet to master.
When he arrived at his parent’s house that weekend, Clara asked for updates on his life, and he hesitated to tell her about Jackson and Sky. She could be a little hard on him, and he didn’t think this new delicate thing between him and the other men could take the scrutiny.
He admitted that he would call himself off the market, but when Stephanie tried to inquire further, he changed the subject to her promotion at work. Stephanie was an architect, and she was finally being given a project to lead on her own. She’d actually met Clara while working on a large team responsible for redesigning the central courtyard of Clara’s office.
He could still remember the day they’d met. Clara had come bursting into his apartment, thrown herself down on the couch, and declared, “I have met the love of my life! She’s an absolute bombshell, without a doubt the smartest person at her company, and when she looked at me, I’m pretty sure my ovaries exploded.”
Tyler obviously hadn’t understood any of that aside from her being attractive and intelligent. He’d dutifully nodded along and somewhat sarcastically told her that he couldn’t wait to be the best man at her wedding.
A year and a half later, he did just that, and now four years later, he was bouncing their beautiful daughter on his knee. She had his eyes, which Clara always pointed out. That was pretty much the only thing she’d inherited from his sperm donation. The rest was all Stephanie, who had used her eggs for the IVF treatment.
Tyler wasn’t sure if he wanted to have kids, and if he did, he was quite content with adoption, but it was pretty cool that there was a little munchkin running around with his DNA. It had also been one of the proudest moments of his life, allowing his sister to share DNA with her child.
Layla had a way of melting his heart, and by the end of the trip, Tyler finally got up the courage to tell his sister about his new relationship.
“You’ve always seemed to end up in relationships with people who don’t want the same thing you do,” Clara said as she struggled to get Layla’s arms into her coat. “You always seem so happy when relationships start but then you get into disagreements about what commitment looks like, what your goals are, and how you actually feel about each other.”
Stephanie nodded along quietly.
With a quick glance at her wife, Clara continued. “Whether that means you aren’t meant for long-term relationships or if you just keep getting into them with the wrong people remains to be seen, but I hate seeing you hurt. I hope you have some of the tough conversations earlier this time and really figure out what it is you want–and if that isn’t a serious relationship, that’s okay! There are so many different kinds of relationships out there: sexual, loving, familial, and platonic. They all have a place in your life, and none are better than the others.”
“We’ll still love you no matter what sort of relationships you have,” Stephanie added. “If they’re meant to be in your life, I think they’ll want to accept whatever relationship will make you the happiest.”
Tyler tried to really take their advice to heart the following week. He started off Monday morning with full intentions to go home early and sit on his couch, or even draw a bath, and figure out what sort of relationships he wanted in life.
His conviction lasted the time it took to get to Sky’s desk three floors down from his. Sky practically leapt at him, and their hug turned into a coffee run, which ended in Sky demanding they video call that night so he could hear all about Tyler’s trip.
Tuesday, Jackson took him out for lunch, and Wednesday, Sky showed up in his office, and they ended up going for a walk. He invited Tyler over on Saturday to finally have their talk, and Tyler agreed. He held Sky’s hand for the entire walk and told himself two days was plenty of time to think.
Thursday night, Sky pinged him to do an online Netflix watch party. He figured one movie couldn’t hurt, so he cuddled up in his usually lonely queen-sized bed and fell asleep with their laughs and commentary filling the room.
Friday night, he told Sky and Jackson he needed to do his own thing, and he pulled out an old notebook and settled into his couch. He made it halfway through a page of notes when his long-time best friend, Bobby, called.
Bobby was one of his friends who had sort of disappeared after he married his husband. They moved to the suburbs on the other side of the city, and they rarely got to see each other. Tyler cast a furtive glance at his notebook before agreeing to meet up for drinks.
“So, you’re off the market, huh? How long do you think this one’s gonna last?” Bobby asked, taking a long swig of his beer as he eyed Tyler skeptically.
“You say it like I’m the one ending my relationships. I’ve only ended two relationships I've been in, and that’s ‘cause they both demanded marriage before we hit the six-month mark,” Tyler said with a sigh.
Bobby laughed and set his beer down. “Yeah, that is a bit fast, but sometimes when you know, you know.”
Bobby had proposed to his husband after a year of being together, but he’d started looking at rings at month nine.
“I guess,” Tyler said somewhat doubtfully.
Bobby put a comforting hand on his forearm. “That’s how it was for Clara and Stephanie, and that’s how it was for me, but it takes some people longer than others to develop feelings. I can tell that you really like these guys. Lean into that! Enjoy it! Things will all work out in the end.”
Thankfully, they moved onto other topics, and when the game came on, they turned most of their attention to the big screen in front of them. The bar began to fill up until they were forced to scoot right up next to each other on their bar stools.
As Tyler’s fourth beer set in, he leaned into Bobby’s side. Bobby made his usual jokes about Tyler being a cuddle-slut, but threw his arm around Tyler’s back and held him against his side for the entire game.
They’d never slept together because Bobby wasn’t really Tyler’s type and vice versa, but they’d been roommates for a time. Tyler had always enjoyed leaning against him on their threadbare couch while they watched TV, and he’d appreciated Bobby’s strength when he put a supporting arm around him after a rough day.
If he had to name the place in his body where he felt his relationship with Bobby, it would probably be his shoulders. They always relaxed around Bobby. Even with how infrequently they saw each other, he still cared deeply for him.
Just like he’d cared deeply for a lot of his past relationships.
While he was filled with new relationship energy with Sky and Jackson, if he was being honest with himself, he didn’t really feel anything earth-shatteringly different than in his past relationships. He could admit that maybe he felt more potential with them—potential for something deeper, something that maybe didn’t have to taper off or end. Over the past few weeks, they’d both wormed their way into his life, and he now considered both men to be his best friends. At the very least, he knew he didn’t want that to ever stop.
He’d known since the moment he met them they were the forever kind of friends. Adding sex and intimacy to their relationships had only intensified those feelings. He would be ready to exchange best-friends-forever necklaces with them today , but the thought of true love and marriage still eluded him.
As he rode the last train home for the evening, he wondered if part of it was that he was always destined to be non-monogamous. Maybe the problem was that there wasn’t just one person for him, but multiple.
That still didn’t seem quite right, though.
He’d told a few of his exes that he loved them, and he had truly believed it at the time. Looking back, though, he found it a bit difficult to differentiate between how he felt about his significant others and how he felt about his best friends. For a while, he’d assumed the only difference everyone felt was that obviously you have sex with your partner, so that somehow swirled together in your heart to change “love” into “in love.”
Tyler had just never experienced it.
The fluttering he felt for Jackson and the warmth in his belly he had for Sky was definitely sexual. It was also affectionate, and he’d go so far as to say it was something like love. They’d been work friends for a long time. Obviously, they were becoming much better friends now, but he’d always cared about them. He didn’t understand how he was supposed to know when that care turned into something deeper, something he could hang his metaphorical hat on. Or put a ring on.
That Saturday, while curled up with Sky in his arms and his back resting against Jackson, he tried to explain some of this.
“I’ve always thought of you as my friend,” Sky said, nuzzling his cheek against Tyler’s chest. “And you’re right, I totally think of you as one of my best friends now. That’s why we didn’t want to move too fast from friends to friends-with-benefits to dating.”
Tyler nodded along like he understood, and to a point, he did, but he still wasn’t entirely sure they were on the same page. He gently tried to broach the topic of marriage and how the whole thing confused him, but Sky and Jackson seemed to interpret his musing wrong.
“If us being married becomes an issue down the line, and you think you would want to be on more equal footing with us, we are very willing to get a divorce. There’s a lot of legal hoops to jump through, but there are ways for polyam couples to gain power of attorney for each other, put house ownership under a shared LLC, and be in each other’s wills.”
That was good to know. Tyler couldn’t imagine doing any of that quite yet, but he had no issue with anything they said. If their friendship and, he guessed, boyfriend-ship continued, and they wanted to get more legal protection for their relationship, that made total sense to Tyler.
“I think the moral of the story for us is that we want to be with you, and this is just the next step in us being with you,” Sky explained as he turned around in Tyler’s arms to straddle his lap.
“We both really like you, and we’re excited to see where this takes us,” Jackson murmured into his neck.
“I really like you both, too. I feel like our connections are so solid, and the sex is amazing–”
Sky cut him off with a kiss, and Jackson wrapped his arms around him in a hug.
“So…we’re good? We’re boyfriends?” Sky asked breathlessly.
“Okay. If that’s what you both want,” Tyler agreed, hoping he wasn’t making a big mistake.
Jackson managed to work around Sky’s groping hands to get Tyler out of his shirt. After a few failed attempts at his pants, he gave up with a huff and lifted Sky up, grabbing Tyler’s hand and bringing them both into the bedroom. He dropped Sky onto the bed and then, to Tyler’s immense surprise, slowly sank to his knees in front of Tyler.
Jackson took his time, undoing Tyler’s belt, slowly sliding the zipper down his pants and then lowering them to the ground. He took even longer with his boxers, tracing the outline of his straining erection, with first his fingers and then his tongue.
Sky whimpered from the bed, and Tyler mirrored the sound, but Jackson shushed them both. “I want to take my time with my boyfriend,” he said, and that spot inside Tyler trembled—but probably not at the right word.
“Yours,” he breathed, and Jackson looked up into his eyes as he finally pulled out his cock and pressed it into his mouth.
Over the past few months, Tyler had formed an intimate, physical bond with Sky. He was getting to the point where he could predict Sky’s needs before he even voiced them. The way their bodies fit together was almost too perfect. The past two weeks of near constant texting, talking, and hanging out had led him to feel close emotionally and intellectually to Sky as well.
Tyler felt he and Jackson had always been on the same intellectual wavelength, passing off projects seamlessly at work and sometimes finishing each other’s sentences in meetings. Their emotional connection had blossomed and grown over the past few months, and Tyler wasn’t sure if there was another soul on the planet he felt quite so comfortable around. That being said, they hadn’t shared as many of these more intimate physical moments.
Jackson teased his fingers through some of the coarse hairs on Tyler’s thigh as he rolled his tongue over the head of Tyler’s cock. Tyler whimpered and let out a lusty moan when Jackson cupped his balls in one large hand.
Sky had crawled up to the edge of the bed, and he was practically drooling as he watched, but he made no move to touch Tyler or Jackson. While Tyler’s eyes roved back and forth between the two of them, Jackson’s focus was solely on him.
Something unfurled in Tyler’s chest, pressing on his ribs and causing his hips to buck in desperation. “Mine?” he whispered.
Their eyes met, and Jackson surged upward. He captured Tyler’s mouth and pulled them both down onto the bed. They rid themselves of their clothes and got wrapped up in each other, their long legs and muscular arms tangling as their hairy bellies rubbed together.
“I’m yours, darling,” Jackson breathed into his mouth.
Tyler moaned, clutching at Jackson’s ass and forcing their hips together in an aching grind. Who would have thought hearing Sky’s casual endearment from Jackson’s lips would make Tyler want to…scream? Cry? Laugh? There were so many emotions churning behind his closed eyelids, he didn’t dare open them in case some of them chose to come spilling out as tears. He definitely wouldn’t be able to explain that to either of his lovers–his boyfriends–if he couldn’t even explain it to himself.
Instead, he focused on the burn of Jackson’s stubble against his lips and the way their bodies undulated in time together. Jackson’s happy trail dragged perfectly against Tyler’s aching dick, and Jackson’s fingers brushed closer and closer to his hole. When he finally began to tease the puckered skin around Tyler’s entrance, he also gripped the back of Tyler’s neck and squeezed.
Tyler’s head rolled back, and his eyes slowly drifted open. Lube appeared in his peripheral vision, and before he could raise a lust-drunk hand to grab for it, Jackson pulled his hand around from Tyler’s ass to take it. He slicked up his hand with ease and then gripped both of their dicks together. Tyler watched with a slack jaw as Jackson began to stroke them together. When he twisted his hand around their heads, Tyler latched onto his back, trying to be mindful of his preference to never leave visible marks.
“God…yes, Jacks, harder,” Tyler begged, thrusting desperately into the tight heat of his hand.
Jackson’s hand stuttered at the new nickname. Their eyes met and then they were both moving, gripping each other’s necks and hair as their mouths slammed together.
Tyler felt like his entire body was on fire. He could feel Sky’s gaze all over him, and he could feel Jackson’s big, glorious body rubbing against him. He could taste their combined sweat when he licked his lips, and the drag of their cocks together was maddening.
“Not gonna…last,” Tyler gasped, which only made Jackson double his efforts.
He gripped them with both hands, pistoning up and down, and Tyler came with a soft moan.
Jackson stroked him through his release and then roughly jerked his hands a few more times. Tyler hissed at the over-stimulation, but he caught Jackson’s lips with his and swallowed down his groan as he came all over their stomachs.
After he gathered his bearings, Tyler slowly sat up, pulling Jackson into an upright position with him. They grinned at each other somewhat blearily, and he was about to ask if he wanted a shower, when Sky practically fell into their laps. He was naked now, and there was slick glistening on his fingers and between his legs.
“Okay, truly, that was beautiful. I’ve never seen either of you so reverent and sweet before.” Sky clambered onto Jackson’s lap and yanked Tyler even closer, until he was almost straddling Jackson as well. “But I need you both in me. Right now.”
Tyler’s vision went a little spotty as Sky grabbed his cock and man-handled it towards his crotch.
“Ahhh, my love…we might need a second–” Jackson’s voice tapered off into a choked groan as Sky’s ass slid down onto his semi-soft cock.
Tyler didn’t even bother protesting as Sky somehow managed to stroke him to some hardness and slid onto him as well.
Tyler didn’t have words to express what it felt like fucking Sky alongside Jackson. Depending on the position, he could sometimes feel Jackson moving inside Sky’s other hole, and the thought alone made his blood sizzle. He would stay like this forever if he could. A piece of himself inside of Sky and Sky’s body linking him to Jackson.
Like most good things, it was long and slow, yet still over way too fast.
They collapsed in a sweaty heap together, and Tyler fought to remain conscious. He still wasn’t completely convinced their conversation had covered everything they needed to discuss, but if dating meant being able to be together like this for a long time to come, he would take it.