33. Travis
THIRTY-THREE
TRAVIS
“So, you want me to sleep here?” Finn asked, looking around the room like we had just asked him to eat dog shit.
I wrapped my arm around his waist, pulling him close as my other hand entwined with Jasper’s. Biting down on Finn’s earlobe, I whispered, “Yes, Twinkle. Is there a problem?”
“I mean, not if I was sleeping in here alone, but given that I don’t think you giants are planning on sleeping in the bunk beds,” he shuddered as if the very word offended him, “then I guess we’re sharing this.” He pointed at the bed, which was a small double at best.
“It’s the captain’s room. Only the best for you, little one,’ Jasper added, humour evident in his tone.
“You two are the worst. I want to change my mind.”
“About?” I asked.
“You two. This. Our throuple. It’s too much. You can’t expect me to live in this tin can on the ocean.”
Jasper took hold of his face, turning it to look up at him, pressing a long, slow kiss to his lips that had my cock hardening from the view.
“We do, and you will. The less room in the bed, the more likely we are to sleep with one of us inside you, and you know how much you like that. So, do you want to rethink your little statement?”
He huffed dramatically in what I’d come to learn was a very Finn move. “Fine. If I have to.”
“Excellent decision.”
“Right, Captain, shall we get this boat on the move?” Jasper declared before he pressed a quick kiss to my lips, and then he and Finn vanished from the room, giving me a moment to catch my breath.
The last few weeks had been a whirlwind. Losing Jasper, finding him with Finn, finding out he was gay and had feelings for us both; it almost seemed like a movie I’d watched, but here it was. My real life.
After we’d rescued Finn from that sleazeball on the balcony, we agreed to talk. No touching, no kissing, no sex, just honest words, and we all agreed that we wanted this. To be together. The three of us. I’d never have thought I’d want to share Jas, but Finn was good for him. He balanced him in a way I never could, and while I thought I’d be jealous, I got something out of the situation I’d never expected—Twinkle. The man was a dichotomy I wasn’t sure I’d ever get bored of. One day, he was a sassy, bossy top, who had Jasper begging for him to fuck him, and the next, he was a needy bottom begging us to ruin and wreck him… and his need to be touched was getting to be an addiction that even Jasper, who avoided most types of physical contact, was growing to crave.
I sighed at the thought of having them to myself later. The research boat was being trialled for its long maiden voyage, and, of course, Jasper had been the one to offer to take it out. For all that he tried to pretend he was happy in an office all day, I knew how much he missed the water. Until we flew out here, I even wondered if he messed with the data himself to orchestrate this trip that just happened to correspond with the launch of the boat, but now we knew that problem came from someone fucking with the equipment in an epic way and Jasper would never risk his project like that.
Finn was right. The boat was small. It slept four research staff, two crew, and the captain. The idea was it would be used for dives that were further out and couldn’t be done in one day. It had a small galley and crew room as well as the huge equipment room that housed the new submersible and some of the smaller robots, as well as the state-of-the-art cameras. I couldn’t wait to be in the middle of the ocean and play with all the tech. I knew most people were terrified about deep water, imagining all sorts of giant monsters waiting to crush an exploring diver, but I’d never felt like that. I loved the darkness, the silence, and I loved the species down there and how they’d evolved to survive in such an inhospitable environment. Jas loved it too, although he preferred the Twilight Zone, where you still got some sunlight filtering through. I chuckled at how excited he got about the way photos looked taken at that point.
“Trav,” Jasper shouted from somewhere else on the boat.
“Just coming.”