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would end up,” Mike admitted. “Do you guys do this a lot?”
Azzo laughed, a single bark in the empty alleyway. “We’ve never done this before.”
“We don’t have to do this,” Toby said. He reached out and took Mike’s hand when he said it. “It’s just an idea, a bit of a fantasy.”
“How long have you two been together?”
Smiling, Azzo pulled Toby back to him. He rubbed his nose over Toby’s cheek. “Twenty-two years.”
“Jesus,” Mike said. He ducked his head, and when he looked back up at them, he grinned and said, “I’m twenty-two.”
Azzo’s car was about a block away, parked behind his restaurant. He opened the passenger side first, kissing Toby against the open door. Toby was already hardening in his pants, feeling that lovely edge that meant he would get to come soon. When they pulled away from each other’s lips, Mike was staring, though he looked away as soon as Toby looked up. He didn’t want to be caught, but Toby caught him.
He dragged Mike against the car by the belt around his waist. His steps stuttered into Toby, but his kiss was sure, confident, though the rest of him was nervous. Fingers clenched and released at his sides as Mike leaned into Toby, into the kiss that was moving beyond the first dry press of lips to tongues and teeth and the taste of them both.
“I like it,” Azzo said, his hands landing on Mike’s shoulders to hold him steady. Azzo kissed him from behind, sucking a mark on the pale expanse of his long neck. Toby leaned back against the door so he could watch. He held on to Mike’s belt, sneaking his fingers up under his shirt so he could stroke the soft skin and jumping muscles while Azzo made his mark on Mike. “Let’s go home,” he said, opening the door and, with his hand on Mike’s head, guiding him into the backseat.
When he straightened, Azzo leaned into Toby again, whispering against his lips, “I can’t wait.”
Toby watched Mike in the rearview mirror. He thought about asking how the kid was doing, but he was calm, his eyes closed, and his head leaned back against the seat. He wasn’t asleep. Toby could tell from his breathing, slow and regular, but deliberate. Mike had his fists clenched in the seat on either side of his thighs. He was hanging on for dear life. Toby left him alone, but he was pretty to watch.
They hadn’t ever done this before; that much was true. Toby and Azzo had talked about threesomes before. But when you get together in college and stay together for two decades, you don’t play the same games that single people do.
He couldn’t explain why tonight was the right time, why Mike was the right third, why Toby wanted to do this.
“I’m happy with you,” he said, putting his hand on Azzo’s on the steering wheel.
“I know,” Azzo said, taking a bare second to glance over.
Toby took his hand back. He caught a glimpse of Mike in the backseat, and Mike was looking back. “He is very cute,” Toby said, matching grin for grin with his companions in the car.
Azzo laughed. His laugh was the best, the best part of Toby’s life, and he heard it every single day.
Toby walked ahead once they were home, opening his own car door before Azzo could do it for him, and leaving the front door ajar for when they decided to join him. He went straight upstairs. An hour ago, Toby didn’t know this was going to happen. Now he wanted it. Now he was hard for it. Now he had the time to think about how it would go and what he wanted.
He stripped the covers off the bed and found condoms and lube, tossing them on the pillow. He rinsed his mouth quickly, because there was no time for brushing, stripped his clothes straight into the hamper, and wandered back to the bedroom to find a clean pair of briefs.
Downstairs, he heard the door slam shut. The sound made his cock jerk, and then there were steps on the stairs, and Mike laughing, so different from Azzo. He heard Azzo, too, then the sound was muffled, and Toby knew kissing
Azzo laughed, a single bark in the empty alleyway. “We’ve never done this before.”
“We don’t have to do this,” Toby said. He reached out and took Mike’s hand when he said it. “It’s just an idea, a bit of a fantasy.”
“How long have you two been together?”
Smiling, Azzo pulled Toby back to him. He rubbed his nose over Toby’s cheek. “Twenty-two years.”
“Jesus,” Mike said. He ducked his head, and when he looked back up at them, he grinned and said, “I’m twenty-two.”
Azzo’s car was about a block away, parked behind his restaurant. He opened the passenger side first, kissing Toby against the open door. Toby was already hardening in his pants, feeling that lovely edge that meant he would get to come soon. When they pulled away from each other’s lips, Mike was staring, though he looked away as soon as Toby looked up. He didn’t want to be caught, but Toby caught him.
He dragged Mike against the car by the belt around his waist. His steps stuttered into Toby, but his kiss was sure, confident, though the rest of him was nervous. Fingers clenched and released at his sides as Mike leaned into Toby, into the kiss that was moving beyond the first dry press of lips to tongues and teeth and the taste of them both.
“I like it,” Azzo said, his hands landing on Mike’s shoulders to hold him steady. Azzo kissed him from behind, sucking a mark on the pale expanse of his long neck. Toby leaned back against the door so he could watch. He held on to Mike’s belt, sneaking his fingers up under his shirt so he could stroke the soft skin and jumping muscles while Azzo made his mark on Mike. “Let’s go home,” he said, opening the door and, with his hand on Mike’s head, guiding him into the backseat.
When he straightened, Azzo leaned into Toby again, whispering against his lips, “I can’t wait.”
Toby watched Mike in the rearview mirror. He thought about asking how the kid was doing, but he was calm, his eyes closed, and his head leaned back against the seat. He wasn’t asleep. Toby could tell from his breathing, slow and regular, but deliberate. Mike had his fists clenched in the seat on either side of his thighs. He was hanging on for dear life. Toby left him alone, but he was pretty to watch.
They hadn’t ever done this before; that much was true. Toby and Azzo had talked about threesomes before. But when you get together in college and stay together for two decades, you don’t play the same games that single people do.
He couldn’t explain why tonight was the right time, why Mike was the right third, why Toby wanted to do this.
“I’m happy with you,” he said, putting his hand on Azzo’s on the steering wheel.
“I know,” Azzo said, taking a bare second to glance over.
Toby took his hand back. He caught a glimpse of Mike in the backseat, and Mike was looking back. “He is very cute,” Toby said, matching grin for grin with his companions in the car.
Azzo laughed. His laugh was the best, the best part of Toby’s life, and he heard it every single day.
Toby walked ahead once they were home, opening his own car door before Azzo could do it for him, and leaving the front door ajar for when they decided to join him. He went straight upstairs. An hour ago, Toby didn’t know this was going to happen. Now he wanted it. Now he was hard for it. Now he had the time to think about how it would go and what he wanted.
He stripped the covers off the bed and found condoms and lube, tossing them on the pillow. He rinsed his mouth quickly, because there was no time for brushing, stripped his clothes straight into the hamper, and wandered back to the bedroom to find a clean pair of briefs.
Downstairs, he heard the door slam shut. The sound made his cock jerk, and then there were steps on the stairs, and Mike laughing, so different from Azzo. He heard Azzo, too, then the sound was muffled, and Toby knew kissing
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