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threesomes around them; they were all couples.
Which you could never be. Not for any length of time. There’s too much you want.
He wanted it all. At the same time. Josie and Quinn had seemed open, but reality would set in sooner or later. They spoke big words, but when it came down to it, could they go through with all three being together at the same time?
Yet a part of him wanted to believe he could have it this time. He wanted to drink the drink they were sipping from and go along with this. With this fairy tale of a happy ending. That they could all be together in some sort of three-way relationship and be joyous.
Tonight.
He’d let himself believe it tonight. Maybe tomorrow. But eventually life would rear its ugly head, and the thought of being with them would go away. He’d find a way to screw it up.
Happiness always left.
But this evening, he’d allow himself to be carried away in the dream of the naive. He’d be with Quinn. Let himself enjoy their time together. It had been so long since he’d been with another man. His last relationship had been a woman. A good woman.
Who you screwed over to chase a man who was straight and didn’t give you the time of day. And who never would have even considered this. Neither of them would consider what Josie and Quinn seem to be.
But this isn’t about that. This is about getting to know Quinn and Josie. Who aren’t Talia and Ernest.
Maybe tonight he could focus on Quinn and not have any thoughts about a woman, because he knew he’d be with Josie eventually. Maybe that could fix his problem, and then he could have a long-lasting relationship. After all, there was no way they’d agree to a complete threesome no matter what they said. He’d never tried things this way. Maybe it could work without going all the way.
As if on cue, Quinn darted back into the living room. He still seemed to be hurrying. He rubbed his knee with a muffled curse. “Stupid nightstand drawer.” In his hand were lube and a box of condoms. “Sorry. Had to search around a little bit. Been a while.”
It had been a while for Zach too, but that was a wonder Quinn didn’t have a lover in his bed every night. Life was full of fools. Zach had watched him dance, wanting him more than any other who stalked across that stage, shaking their booty.
Why?
What was it about him that called to something in Zach? His countenance was appealing, his personality winsome, and that had come across when he danced. He put himself into his performance. All of him hung out from body to soul. In looks he was Zach’s type, but in personality he wasn’t. He’d tended to go for tough guys and good girls. Neither Josie nor Quinn fit with whom Zach had been with in the past.
Maybe that was a good thing.
Zach had felt dead inside for a while. So naturally someone so full of life must appeal to him. He studied Quinn. Yes, he was brimming with a joie de vivre so few enjoyed. That had to be it.
Josie had the same quality. Despite being so different from Quinn. There was a spark in them both that shone through in everything they did. The first time he’d noticed Josie, she’d been dancing with abandon. Quinn often did the same thing in his shows. They both moved with a free spirit like no one was watching. Only Zach had been.
Zach wanted them to catch him on fire. He wanted to sample some of their flame and see if they’d share with him something he’d lost a long time ago. Maybe they’d ignite him.
Or maybe he’d extinguish them. He’d put out the thing in them that called to his being. He’d done it before.
No, he wouldn’t think like that. Not tonight . He banished any negative thoughts.
Instead, he examined Quinn from head to toe. Delectable. Things started to harden yet again. Just the man’s presence was enough to make Zach go back to erect. God help him when Quinn was unclothed. He’d squirt out like some untried teenager.
Quinn’s gaze shone through a hue of bluish tinged with green. He
Which you could never be. Not for any length of time. There’s too much you want.
He wanted it all. At the same time. Josie and Quinn had seemed open, but reality would set in sooner or later. They spoke big words, but when it came down to it, could they go through with all three being together at the same time?
Yet a part of him wanted to believe he could have it this time. He wanted to drink the drink they were sipping from and go along with this. With this fairy tale of a happy ending. That they could all be together in some sort of three-way relationship and be joyous.
Tonight.
He’d let himself believe it tonight. Maybe tomorrow. But eventually life would rear its ugly head, and the thought of being with them would go away. He’d find a way to screw it up.
Happiness always left.
But this evening, he’d allow himself to be carried away in the dream of the naive. He’d be with Quinn. Let himself enjoy their time together. It had been so long since he’d been with another man. His last relationship had been a woman. A good woman.
Who you screwed over to chase a man who was straight and didn’t give you the time of day. And who never would have even considered this. Neither of them would consider what Josie and Quinn seem to be.
But this isn’t about that. This is about getting to know Quinn and Josie. Who aren’t Talia and Ernest.
Maybe tonight he could focus on Quinn and not have any thoughts about a woman, because he knew he’d be with Josie eventually. Maybe that could fix his problem, and then he could have a long-lasting relationship. After all, there was no way they’d agree to a complete threesome no matter what they said. He’d never tried things this way. Maybe it could work without going all the way.
As if on cue, Quinn darted back into the living room. He still seemed to be hurrying. He rubbed his knee with a muffled curse. “Stupid nightstand drawer.” In his hand were lube and a box of condoms. “Sorry. Had to search around a little bit. Been a while.”
It had been a while for Zach too, but that was a wonder Quinn didn’t have a lover in his bed every night. Life was full of fools. Zach had watched him dance, wanting him more than any other who stalked across that stage, shaking their booty.
Why?
What was it about him that called to something in Zach? His countenance was appealing, his personality winsome, and that had come across when he danced. He put himself into his performance. All of him hung out from body to soul. In looks he was Zach’s type, but in personality he wasn’t. He’d tended to go for tough guys and good girls. Neither Josie nor Quinn fit with whom Zach had been with in the past.
Maybe that was a good thing.
Zach had felt dead inside for a while. So naturally someone so full of life must appeal to him. He studied Quinn. Yes, he was brimming with a joie de vivre so few enjoyed. That had to be it.
Josie had the same quality. Despite being so different from Quinn. There was a spark in them both that shone through in everything they did. The first time he’d noticed Josie, she’d been dancing with abandon. Quinn often did the same thing in his shows. They both moved with a free spirit like no one was watching. Only Zach had been.
Zach wanted them to catch him on fire. He wanted to sample some of their flame and see if they’d share with him something he’d lost a long time ago. Maybe they’d ignite him.
Or maybe he’d extinguish them. He’d put out the thing in them that called to his being. He’d done it before.
No, he wouldn’t think like that. Not tonight . He banished any negative thoughts.
Instead, he examined Quinn from head to toe. Delectable. Things started to harden yet again. Just the man’s presence was enough to make Zach go back to erect. God help him when Quinn was unclothed. He’d squirt out like some untried teenager.
Quinn’s gaze shone through a hue of bluish tinged with green. He
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