Chapter 3
Kyle
I get home from the day in an absolutely foul mood. The managers who report to me were exhaustively demanding today, making me rethink some of my recent hires. Do people not realize that they can’t have literally everything? You cannot have your cake and eat it too. It’s just not an option. The people at the gym pissed me off when I stopped to lift some weights. Drivers were shit on the road. My patience is gone.
Rummaging in the fridge, I decide to pull out some leftovers for dinner. I don’t trust the universe to let me cook unscathed today. Once my food is heated, I sit down at the table and tuck in, my eyes on my phone flipping mindlessly through online videos.
The door to the garage opens then closes and I hear Wes’ heavy footsteps walking through the entrance.
“Make sure you take your boots off!” I call to him.
The footsteps don’t pause, so he must have already done that.
“I always do. What’s up your ass today?”
I can hear the amusement in his voice. He comes around to the other side of the table from where I am, and I can see his small smile. Wes leans against the back of a chair and takes me in.
“You look happy,” he says, that damn smile still in place.
“Just one of those days,” I say with a heavy sigh.
“Aw, poor baby, I’m sorry,” he says with sincerity. He’s still smiling, though.
Walking over, he plants a kiss on my head before rummaging up his own leftover dinner. He sits next to me with his food and heaves a sigh. Head falling back for a moment, he seems to revel in just sitting at the table.
“Long day?” I ask him, reaching over to attempt an awkward one hand shoulder massage.
“Yeah, we pushed to get a lot done. Not bad, just busy,” he replies, sitting up and leaning toward his food.
We eat in relative silence with some small banter back and forth about whatever comes to mind. One of the things I love about Wes is that he can always tell when to push and when not to. He’s such a chill guy most of the time, and his general whimsy balances out my practicality. My blood pressure would probably be sky high without him.
After we get dishes put away, I decide I’ve had enough of the monkey suit for a day, so I head to the bedroom to change. The house we share isn’t anything like a mansion, but it’s nothing to scoff at either. Three bedrooms and two bathrooms with a small office in the basement that I can use if I need to work from home. Wes has his gaming stuff set up in the basement and our next bigger purchase is going to be a large couch for the area. He wants to be able to have people over with more comfort for gaming.
As I walk to the bedroom, I slowly unbutton my shirt and tug out the ends from where they’re tucked into my slacks. I know, I said “monkey suit” but honestly, it’s just a button-up and slacks. My idea of comfort on a daily basis is jeans and a T-shirt, so this feels like dressed up to me. When I drop my button-up into the dirty clothes hamper, I notice Wes has followed me into the master room. I look over at him as I unbuckle my belt.
He waggles his eyebrows at me as he pulls his shirt off, revealing his strong body. Wes isn’t ripped, but he’s not all fat either; he’s a decent mix of the two.
“You showering?” he asks me, mischief in his eyes.
“I wasn’t planning to, but I could be persuaded,” I tell him, letting my eyes run down his body and back up.
He reaches out and grabs both ends of my belt, displacing my hands, and pulls me to him. We come face to face, and I nudge his nose with mine. His answering smile is blinding, and I can feel myself getting hard at our proximity and his smile. It gets me every damn time.
Wes leans forward and gives me a soft kiss, not pushing, just gently bringing us together after an exhausting day. My fingers find his belt and I slowly unfasten it before dragging it out of the loops that hold it in place. I drop the belt on the floor and walk backward away from Wes and toward the shower.
He follows and I whip my undershirt off my body before turning to reach for the shower faucet dial and start the hot spray. Wes comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me, feeling my muscles as he moves his hands up my body. I let out a low groan, enjoying the feel of Wes exploring me as though he doesn’t already know every inch of my body.
My hand reaches behind me to find him through his jeans, rock solid and ready. I let out another groan of anticipation as Wes peppers the backs of my shoulders and neck with open mouth kisses and nibbles. His hands reach down and unbuckle my slacks before shoving them to the floor. Pulling away from him, I step out of them while also removing my boxer briefs and step backwards into the shower, my hand running up and down my hard length with the explicit goal to tease Wes.
A growl bubbles up from him as he quickly rids himself of his jeans and underwear. Stepping into the shower, he grabs the back of my head, fingers tangle in my hair. He pulls his face close to mine and slams our mouths together.
This kiss isn’t like the one in the bedroom. This one is full of pent-up energy, desire, and a fierce love for each other. I open to his delicious invasion of my mouth, giving back as good as I get. He’s not the only one desperate for pleasure, desperate to release some energy.
Pulling himself off me, he asks in a low voice, “You trying to drive me wild?”
“Who me? I would never,” I tell him, nipping his lip and grabbing his length.
“If I didn’t know better,” he says thickly as I stroke him, “I would think you are. You know bad boys don’t get orgasms, right?”
I chuckle darkly. “Good thing I plan on being very, very good to you.”
Turning us, so Wes’ body blocks the majority of the spray, I kneel down in front of him, so my face is directly in line with his hard cock. Glancing up, I see his eyes laser focused on me, his breathing speeding up. One of his hands is still in my hair and I slowly grab the other so he’s cradling my head in both hands. My tongue comes out and I languidly lick him, from root to tip, following that vein that pulses on the underside of his cock.
His head tips back and he groans in pleasure before I take him by surprise and quickly take all of him into me. My eyes stay on him as he snaps his head down, his eyes wide with shock and pleasure.
“FUCK!” he yells, his teeth bared from the sensations.
I pull back a little before sucking him down again, giving a little chuckle as I do that makes him gasp and his breath shudder. After that I get to work, sucking and sliding up and down his length. In an effort to be a good boy, I take him down into my throat, my nose touching his public bone and hold it there for a minute. My eyes water, but I relax my throat, keeping the gag reflex at bay.
“You want it tonight, don’t you?” he asks in a husky voice, yanking my head off him.
I nod as he pulls me up gently and brings my mouth to his again, the passion between us ramping up as we continue to ravish each other. Hands exploring, pumping, teasing as our mouths wrestle for dominance. I can tell it’s a game today. We both switch so there’s no real battle for dominance. If one really wants to take it, the other backs off immediately and lets them. Tonight is all play it seems, each of us taking turns dominating.
He switches us again and before I can blink, he’s down on his knees, lapping at the precum leaking from my tip. My mouth drops open as I watch him explore me with his tongue.
“Goddamn you’re so good at that,” I moan.
He flashes me his signature grin before taking me deep.
“It’s like that? You’re gonna try to take me deeper than I took you?” I question him, knowing he can’t respond.
He makes a low sound in his throat, letting the vibrations tease over me, ramping up my body even higher.
“You keep that up and I’m gonna come down your pretty little throat,” I say through clenched teeth.
He doubles down on his ministrations, sucking me like it’s the only thing keeping him alive. I can feel the pleasure start to tingle low in my belly and my balls are tightening up. Wes always gets me there so damn fast it’s almost embarrassing. When I glance away from his eyes and see his hand pumping himself in the same rhythm to his suctioning mouth, I lose all control. My hips buck into him and I feel the zing of pleasure up my legs and back as I release into his mouth.
“FUCK, WES!” I yell out, my head thrown back from the overwhelming sensations.
He swallows me down and I can feel his groan as he loses himself to pleasure, his cum spraying my ankles as he spends himself on the shower floor. Wes gives my oversensitive length a final lick, causing me to hiss a breath. Smirking at me, he stands and gives me another kiss. It’s not a gentle kiss, but it’s not rough either, just intense. We finish our shower with some flirting and touching before collapsing into bed together.
Wes looks over at me as I heave a long sigh, my eyes fixed on the ceiling. I can feel him looking at me, though, so I turn my head to meet his eyes.
“What’s goin’ on in your head?” he asks softly.
“I just can’t seem to get out of my funk. Enjoying your body is always fun,” I assure him with a smile, “but it’s just a struggle today.”
“Hmmm, do we need to go out for a third tonight? It’s been a while,” Wes suggests.
Wes and I are both bisexual, and when we first got together, we frequently picked up a woman to be our third for a night. The longest we had someone join us was for a month, but she wasn’t the right fit in the end. We’ve talked about wanting a woman to complete us as a trio, but the right one hasn’t come along. So we’ve just found random hookups.
When it comes to commitment, I’ve been hesitant to really look for someone to love, but maybe I’m finally ready. I’m worried that I won’t be enough for anyone else, but Wes doesn’t seem to hold my same reservations.
“I don’t think I’m up for that today,” I confess.
Wes stares at me for a few minutes, and I stare back. Both of us trying to assess the other. He smiles softly. Of course, Wes sees through me faster than I see through him. He knows me better than I know myself some days.
“It’s time to look for our girl, isn’t it?” he asks.
My mind whirls with the possibility. It’s never felt like the right time to search for her, but maybe this is it. Maybe this discontent I’m feeling would settle if we were complete with a third.
“Maybe,” I tell him. “What do you think?”
Wes flips onto his side, propping his head up on one arm, while the other lazily traces my muscles. He grins wickedly.
“I think I’ve been ready for a while and now you’re ready. I think it’s time. I also think you found someone,” he teases.
“What? I have not. When would I find someone?” I reject the idea.
“I saw you staring at that woman as she left the gym,” he confesses, waggling his eyebrows.
I don’t think this man has an ounce of jealousy in him, and his mirthful eyes tell me he’s not upset that I was staring. I huff a laugh at him. Truthfully, she hasn’t left my mind, as much as I’ve told myself I’ll never see her again. I wonder what the rest of her is like if just her eyes are haunting me the way they are.
“I seriously doubt I’ll see her again, but who knows? Maybe this mystery woman will pop up again.”
“Those blue eyes were pretty, too.”
“They were green,” I immediately correct him with a frown.
“Yeah, I know. I just wanted to make sure you knew how much you looked at her,” he says, kissing my chest.
I growl and start attacking all his most ticklish spots. We laugh and wrestle for the upper hand, enjoying being ridiculous together. Someday we’ll have a third to throw into the mix and have even more fun.