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“No, Matthew,” I called after him. “You didn't fuck anyone. We fucked you. Pretty damn good too if I do say so myself.” Richard laughed with me. The sound of running water was the only response from the bathroom.

Then the water stopped, and Matthew stepped out with a smile on his face. “Yeah, you did.”

He bounced across the room and climbed into the bed. For a moment, I found myself positioned between the two men.

Panic surged.

Matthew kissed me, then crawled over me to offer the same to Richard. He settled in between us like there was nowhere else he wanted to be.

Richard spoke his next words in the softest tone he'd used yet. “Hey, Matthew?”

“Yeah?”

“That was the first time you told us what you wanted in bed.”

“Yeah?”

“Yep. I'm glad you're here. You too, Luke.”

“Thanks,” I said, the panic gone. A relaxed contentment had replaced it. And I didn't care what had caused it. I was glad to accept it.

I'd seriously lost my mind.

Chapter Thirteen

I woke up with someone else in bed with me for the first time in fifteen years.

Since college.

Since Tim.

Matthew lay curled between us, asleep on his stomach where he had landed the night before, one arm draped over Richard's chest, one of his legs tangled with mine.

I had figured the first morning would be awkward, but until the moment my eyes opened, I hadn't a clue how strange it'd be.

It wasn't my bed. Not my apartment. Not my usual life.

I needed to get my ass into the office. I wasn't going to change my Saturday routine for anyone. I spotted the alarm clock on the stand next to Richard. 5:45 a.m. I had some time. I dropped my head to the pillow and listened to the rhythmic breathing beside me.

The rock of the mattress woke me. I hadn't fallen back asleep in the morning in years.

I should check the time, get up, and—

A warm hand lifted my cock. I drew in a sharp breath as one of my balls was captured by wet heat.

My eyes shot open wide. The blankets covered the figure working me over. I checked out the other side of the bed where Richard still lay on his back, sound asleep.

Of course. I should have known Matthew's technique.

He released me and squirmed up the bed until he popped his head out from under the blankets. “Can I suck you?”

“Do you always ask so many questions?” I reached for a condom and handed it to him.

He smiled, ducked back under the blankets, and rolled the condom over my dick. Pressure and heat engulfed the crown as his steady hand jacked the base.

“Matthew. Feels good.”

He moaned in response. I snaked my arm under the covers and rested my hand on his head, needing to connect with him more, my palm sliding over his hair with his every move.

Richard stirred and rolled to his side. His gaze switched between my face and the blanket-covered head bobbing over me as his own hand moved under the blankets in a quick stroke.

“Kiss me,” I said. He slid over without delay. His mouth crashed against mine. Our spit mixed, tongues tasted. Richard's hand flew faster and faster. I brought my free hand to his cock, and he moved his out of the way without complaint, thrusting into my touch.

I had no idea of the time, and it didn't matter. I couldn't have cared less if I made it to work that day or any other. Spending the morning in bed with them was the best Saturday in a long time.

Richard came first. His dick pulsated in my hand, the smell of his cum strong even from under the blankets. I kept touching him, spreading his cum over his cock, working him through every last twitch. Matthew's head bobbed faster; he sucked harder. I released Richard and arched. “Yes!”

Matthew brought me back down with slow swirls of his tongue even as his hips pumped against me when he came. He crawled up the bed and straddled me, smiling when his head popped out from under the blankets.

“Why did you do that?” I asked.

He shrugged. “I wanted to.”

“Why me and not Richard?”

Richard sat up. “'Cause he knows you're the most likely of us to freak and bolt first thing this morning, bags in hand. Might as well show you what you'll be missing if you left so soon.”

Matthew blushed and nodded. Then he rolled onto his back in the middle of the bed and laughed. I'd never been with a man who laughed in bed the way he did. It was a good sound to hear first thing in the morning.

Matthew and I carried our bags up the stairs— managing everything in one trip— and paused at the top. Richard appeared at the end of the hall as naked as when we went to bed the night before. He waved us forward. “C'mon. I left you some drawers in here. You can put the rest in the spare rooms.”

I selected the room farthest from the master bedroom and closest to the stairs. I took a more careful inventory than I had the night before: a closet, small desk, dresser, chair, and bookshelf. All of it nicer than anything I'd had since I lived with my parents. I deposited my bags and unpacked the items I needed for the day.

I walked back into the bedroom carrying my clothes and shaving kit to find Matthew on the bed with Richard. The two were sharing a lazy kiss.

“Should I use the bathroom down the hall?”

“No,” Richard said, “you can use the one in here.” He returned his attention to Matthew. “Your mouth is a fantastic way to start the day.”

“You should feel it on your dick when you wake up,” I said over my shoulder.

I heard Matthew say, “Maybe tomorrow,” before I shut the bathroom door.

The showerhead was decadent and the hot water like a massage. Better than any shower at my apartment. Well, any shower not involving an imaginary blowjob from Matthew.

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