Chapter 8
West
We were having one of the best times in a long time. Skyler was perfect and complemented the way we liked and needed to play. It didn’t take much to make him come while he was lip locked with Spencer, and I loved seeing Spencer so happy.
“Thank you,” Skyler murmured. “I wasn’t expecting that at all.” He wiped his forehead with his forearm as I looked over his shoulder at Spencer.
“Coming? You weren’t expecting that?” I asked. I laughed and shook my head in disbelief.
Skyler shook his head and looked at the ground to his left and right. He needed off the bench. I put my hands on the outside of his upper arms to steady him and keep him from getting up too hastily.
Spencer slowly stood and gestured with his hand for Skyler to swing his leg over the top. As Skyler brought his leg over the bench, Spencer told him, “No need to rush. The building isn’t on fire.”
I took my hands off him but kept them out and to the sides in case he got wobbly. I caught Spencer’s attention and tilted my head toward the couch, hoping he’d take Skyler to sit down.
“You guys grab a seat, and I’ll get the bottled water,” I said.
“Come on, Skyler,” Spencer said and gestured toward the couch.
Spencer loved this part as much as the actual play and sex.
The nurturing side of his personality was so strong, and I thought he got more emotionally out of caring for others than what the bottoms gave him sexually.
But as quickly as I thought we’d found our perfect partner, my hopes crashed.
“No, it’s okay. Thanks, though. I’m fine,” Skyler quickly said. “I don’t do aftercare.”
I stopped mid-stride toward the table with the water on it and turned to look at Skyler.
The absolute worst part was seeing the disappointment on Spencer’s face as he realized what we thought we’d had—what we’d been waiting for—wasn’t really there.
It broke my heart to see that look on Spencer’s face.
“That’s the second time tonight you’ve told us something you didn’t do or don’t do. Yet, you turned out to be a wonderful kisser,” Spencer pointed out. “Maybe there’s a chance you’d enjoy simply sitting with us for a bit as the three of us relax and cool down?”
“No, I really need to get going. I had an awesome time and would love to do this again,” Skyler said before he took a step toward the table where he’d left his clothes.
I wasn’t one to twist the arm of anyone Spencer and I played with, and we weren’t the kind of play partners who manipulated any session to get the type of play, or hear the answers, we wanted. But I wasn’t going to let Skyler slip away.
“We had an amazing time as well and would love to continue to have the opportunity to play with you,” I confidently said.
Skyler’s lips turned upward in a smile. “But if you want to be with us again, no running away or dodging the aftercare. It’s all part of the session, and it’s for your benefit as well as ours. ”
Skyler stopped and turned to look at me. He wasn’t the only one staring at me either. Spencer was studying me, checking to see if he’d heard correctly.
Skyler stood still, unsure of what to do or if he could move. I didn’t want to scare him, but I didn’t want to risk losing him either, especially when he could be a perfect fit for us.
“You’re free to leave, Skyler. I didn’t mean you couldn’t go. It’s your decision to stay or leave. But just know that if you leave without spending a little time with us, then this will be the last time the three of us play. Do you understand?”
Skyler nodded and glanced over his shoulder at his pile of clothes. Please don’t leave and crush Spencer. Still clinging to the hope that he wouldn’t leave, I began to negotiate and show that I was willing to meet him in the middle … as soon as I figured out where the middle was with him.
“Is there some part of hanging out with us for a little bit longer that makes you uncomfortable?” I asked.
“No, you guys are a lot of fun. I’ve enjoyed our time.” Skyler gestured over his shoulder toward his clothes. “I’m just going to grab my underwear. I’m kind of a mess,” he said.
“Of course,” Spencer replied while I went to get the bottles of water.
Skyler walked toward the couch once Spencer sat, and then he took the seat in the middle. Perfect. I was glad to see he didn’t want to kill off any future sessions together.
I handed one of the bottles of water to Skyler and then one to Spencer.
I twisted the cap off mine as I sat on the other side of Skyler.
They were quiet for a few minutes as they drank, but hopefully Skyler wouldn’t find it too awkward or uncomfortable.
I knew Spencer was perfectly fine with silence as we calmed down.
“How long have you been coming to Edge?” I asked him.
“Not too long. Maybe about six months or so.”
“Are you new to Denver?” Spencer asked.
As a common part of our aftercare process, we tried to keep the person we played with talking so we could make sure they were doing okay.
We’d always tried to keep questions simple and not make it seem like we were prying.
But I’d admit, I was very curious about Skyler.
I wasn’t going to push him too much, since I’d already given him an ultimatum for playing with us again.
Was I proud of showing my morally gray side? Honestly, I didn’t really give a fuck. Spencer and I were used to our work toeing the line of morals and ethics. When it came right down to it, we were far more ethically and morally aware and abiding in Edge than we were at work.
“I’ve been in Denver for a while but just found Edge last summer.”
Skyler slouched on the couch so the back of his head was touching Spencer’s arm that was stretched out behind him. He appeared comfortable with his body and didn’t seem to be in a hurry to leave or as if he regretted being here.
“How about you two? How long have you been coming to Edge, and have you been in Denver long?” he asked us. I was surprised when he asked, because Spencer and I were accustomed to being the ones asking the questions.
“We’ve been long-time members of Edge, but work keeps us occupied most weekends,” Spencer loosely explained.
“I was born here, and Spence is from California.”
“I’ve been here for about ten or eleven years,” Spencer added.
The three of us sat together, talking about generic things like what we liked and didn’t like about the Denver area.
I glanced at Spencer and noticed he was gazing at Skyler’s head, totally oblivious to me watching him.
A loud clap of thunder followed by the lights in the room flickering drew our attention to the weather.
Spencer’s eyes met mine just before the main lights went out, leaving us in darkness for a few moments before the small emergency light by the door behind us came on.
“Damn, I guess that storm is here to stay for a while,” Skyler said as he sat up.
“We should get going before the roads get worse,” I said.
“I imagine a lot of people will be leaving the club,” Spencer added.
“Shit. Do you think they’ll still let people take showers in the locker rooms?” Skyler asked.
“Probably, but it’ll be dark in there or very dim with only a few emergency lights on,” I told him.
“Take a shower when you get home,” Spencer suggested.
“I need to try to work some tonight, I think,” Skyler muttered as he stood. “Are you good with me heading out now?” Skyler asked. “I don’t want to mess up and not be able to play with you again. I really had one of the best nights that I’ve had in a long time.”
“We’ll play again, Skyler,” I promised.
“Before you leave, I’d like to give you our phone numbers. You don’t have to give us yours, but that way you’ll have a way to contact us,” Spencer said as he got off the couch and went to the table that had our shirts and jackets on it.
“Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll give you my number too.”
Skyler quickly pulled on his pants and shoes while Spencer and I finished getting dressed.
We were both done and ready with our coats on and cell phones out while Skyler was still pulling on layers.
He had a short-sleeved shirt under a long-sleeved shirt and a sweatshirt.
He slid his puffer coat on, then his knit beanie, and walked toward us with his phone in hand.
After we exchanged numbers, the three of us walked out of the room together and carefully navigated the hallway that was lit only by a sprinkling of emergency overhead lights.
At the end of the hallway, Skyler stopped and gestured with his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the locker rooms. Spencer and I stepped out of the way of the foot traffic and moved the three of us to the corner of the hallway.
“I’m going to stop in the locker room and freshen up a bit,” he said.
“You’re sure?” Spencer asked.
“Yes. Thank you for tonight. I really needed it, and you guys were great.”
“We had an awesome time, Skyler,” I reiterated.
“Okay. I’ll wait to hear from you again to see when you want to play next, or I’ll catch you when I catch you,” he said.
Spencer stepped closer to Skyler and said, “Don’t ever think you’re not good at kissing,” just before he leaned in and kissed him. “You were perfect at it,” Spencer assured as he pulled his mouth off Skyler’s.
“Thank you,” Skyler murmured as the thunder rolled dully overhead.
I put my hand on Spencer’s shoulder and jostled him a bit to pull him out of his Skyler haze. Knowing we shouldn’t delay Skyler further, I spoke up.
“We’ll let you get going so the traffic isn’t too terrible for you. You’ll hear from us this week,” I told Skyler. He nodded and waved at us before he disappeared into the men’s locker room.
Spencer turned to me, and without saying a word, I knew he was hooked on Skyler. He put his hand over his chest and grinned. I loved seeing that look on his face.
“Did you have a good time?” I teased.
Spencer rolled his eyes at my sarcastic jab. “Let’s get something at the bar really quick,” he said.