Chapter 37
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN_
DOUBLE-DIPPING
“Honeys, I’m home.” Winston called out as he entered the house.
Their house. After graduation, they’d moved to San Diego, partly because that’s where Winston was able to get a job, and also because of the San Diego Zoo.
Besides, California had the best laws when it came to protections for humans and their romantic partners.
The past five years had seen an uptick in the amount of human/non-human couples, and many of them flocked to the state.
In the five years since Winston graduated, they’d made the move. Winston had landed a job that more than paid the bills. Lucky changed career paths after graduating, and he now worked in fashion.
Calvin volunteered at the zoo, which he loved. The only thing he didn’t like about volunteering there were the khaki pants and polo shirt he had to wear as a uniform to identify him as a volunteer.
The pants that Winston had to step over when he came through the front door.
The distant sound of whimpering caught Winston’s attention and he tiptoed through the house toward their bedroom. On the way, he stepped over another article of clothing. Calvin’s shirt. And then the pants that Lucky had worn that morning.
Winston found them in the living room. Lucky was bent over the back of the couch while Calvin railed him from behind.
None of them had changed much in five years, but sometimes it struck Winston that Calvin would never change at all.
He and Lucky would both be old and wrinkled, but Calvin was frozen in time.
“Look at you two,” Winston said. “Didn’t you hear me come in?”
Lucky made an unintelligible noise as Calvin thrust extra hard.
“We heard.” Calvin looked over at me. “Aren’t you going to kiss me hello?”
Winston stepped closer. “Bossy robot.”
He closed the distance between them and rested his hand on Lucky’s back. Calvin leaned in and slanted his mouth over Winston’s, letting their tongues tangle together in slight touches and smooth moves that felt like a dance.
“Hi,” Winston breathed when the kiss ended.
“Hey,” Lucky moaned. “What about me?”
Winston glanced down at him and saw the way his hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat and the pink hue to his skin.
“How long have you been at this?” Winston stripped his shirt off then worked on getting out of his pants.
Lucky whined and melted into the back of the couch.
Winston stroked his fingers through Lucky’s hair.
He was beautiful all the time, but especially like this, when Calvin fucked him until he was boneless.
Winston had long ago stopped feeling any kind of guilt that he wasn’t able to do this for Lucky, not when he was so beautiful for Calvin.
They’d talked about it many times over the years, and Winston realized that Lucky wouldn’t enjoy anything that Winston didn’t.
He bent down and dropped a kiss against Lucky’s bare shoulder. He turned his head and glanced at Calvin, who could fuck for days and never break a sweat. “Where do you want me?”
Calvin glanced at the floor and Winston smiled knowingly. He dropped to his knees and wedged himself between Lucky and the couch. Wasting no time, he took Lucky’s leaking cock into his mouth.
Lucky’s legs trembled when Winston swirled his tongue around the head of his dick. Winston slid his hands up Lucky’s thighs. He closed his eyes and let the motion of Calvin’s hips swinging back and forth do the majority of the work.
“Do you want to come, Lucky?” Calvin asked.
Over the years, Calvin had really grown into his role as their top.
No one person in the relationship was more important than another, so they didn’t like to say that Calvin was the pin or the glue that held them all together.
But sometimes, secretly, Winston still thought those things.
Sometimes when he got into his own head about it, he’d wonder why they needed him at all.
And then Lucky, who had a sixth sense for when Winston was being ridiculous, would drag him out of his head and into the real world. This world, where the three of them were perfect together. Where they were three pieces of the same soul.
Five years on and there were more robots like Calvin now, but there was only one Calvin. Only these two men who were the best possible match for Winston.
Lucky keened and Winston felt the way his hips started to jerk as warm cum hit Winston’s tongue and flooded his mouth with Lucky’s familiar salty, tangy taste. Winston swallowed it down, drinking every last drop ,and when Lucky was done, Winston cleaned his cock with gentle licks.
When Calvin stepped away, Lucky whimpered, but was soothed by Calvin.
“Shh. You did so good, Lucky,” Calvin told him. “You took so much. Feel him, Winnie. Feel how wet he is.”
Winston slid a hand up the inside of Lucky’s thigh, then let it brush back behind his balls. Wetness oozed down Lucky’s taint, and there was more leaking from his hole. Winston slipped a finger inside and Lucky’s cock twitched in Winston’s face.
Feeling how wet Lucky was made Winston horny and greedy. “Is there any left for me?” he asked as he pulled his finger out of Lucky’s ass.
Suddenly, Lucky was gone. Hefted in the air by Calvin, Lucky was placed on the couch, and then Calvin was there looming over Winston, looking down at him with his thick cock swaying in Winston’s face. There was a gleam in his eye that always made Winston’s heart flutter to see.
Calvin was theirs. They were his. And there was nothing better than that.
Calvin held his hand out to Winston and when he took it, he was hoisted to his feet and pulled into Calvin’s arms. Calvin slanted their mouths together, kissed him hard and deep and then released him just as quickly.
Winston was the next one draped over the back of the couch. Face down, ass out, a moan tore out of him when Calvin drizzled an ample amount of lube down his crack, then spread it around with his fingers, teasing his hole in soft, slow circles.
“Calvin, please,” Winston whined, and then Lucky shifted and rose up on his knees on the other side of the couch. Calvin slid his cock into Winston, stretching him in one long, slow thrust that Winston had long ago grown accustomed to. Now instead of the burn, there was just pleasure upon pleasure.
Then Calvin wrapped his arm around Winston and pulled him a little more upright. Lucky grabbed his face and thrust his tongue into Winston’s mouth, and Winston met him with frenzied need. He wrapped his arms around Lucky and clung to him, practically humping the couch as Calvin fucked him.
Sometimes, Lucky and Calvin took turns fucking him.
Sometimes, like now, Lucky had already been fucked out by the time Winston got home.
Sometimes, Winston got to see Lucky play the part of the needy bottom.
They had dozens of ways they liked to do things, and all of them were good.
But this was what Winston liked best. He like being between his men.
Calvin behind, Lucky in front. He liked feeling like the center of their universe.
They were the center of his.
The center of everything.
“Calvin,” Winston begged. “Calvin, please.”
Calvin, at times, made him wait. Made him go half mad from begging first before he gave Winston what he wanted.
Today, Calvin didn’t make him wait. He gripped Winston’s hips hard enough to leave bruises—just the way Winston liked it—and thrust into him again and again.
Calvin could come on command. He described the experience to them once, explaining that the act of release for him felt like a short-circuit but in a pleasant way.
Winston clung to Lucky, his mouth open and pressed against Lucky’s, but he’d lost the ability to do anything besides cling to his lover and moan as Calvin’s hips slammed forward again and again, thrusting into him, filling him full of cum.
Winston shattered and his cum splashed against the back of the couch. Thank God for leather furniture. Winston’s brain eventually came back online, and he resumed kissing Lucky. They were lazier, satisfied kisses.
Calvin pulled out, and Winston felt the familiar ooze of fluid leaking out of his ass. “Fucking hell, Calvin. How full was your reservoir?”
Calvin kissed the space between Winston’s shoulder blades. “Maximum capacity, plus a little. I know my limits.”
Calvin’s fingers traced Winston’s hole. He scooped up some of the leaking fluid and pushed it back inside Winston. “My messy little bottoms,” Calvin purred, then the room tilted, and Winston was swept off his feet.
“Come along, Lucky,” Calvin called over his shoulder as he strode toward their bedroom. “We’re not finished yet.”
He gazed down at Winston and gave him a smile, soft and sweet and full of love. “Not by a long shot.”