Chapter 14

As soon as he was dressed, Bryce headed to the kitchen, surveyed what he had in the fridge, and settled on bacon and blueberry pancakes. He remembered Matt complaining about how unhealthy everything was at the station. But adding the blueberries made the pancakes healthy, right? He started coffee and turned the stovetop griddle on to heat while he stirred up the pancake batter. By the time he had bacon in the oven—once he'd learned about baking a pan of bacon instead of frying it with grease popping up at him, he'd been sold—he heard the shower start. Apparently, Matt and Toby hadn't gone back to sleep after all.

Toby stumbled into the kitchen as Bryce poured the first pancakes onto the griddle. He wore a pair of Bryce's sweats, which he'd had to roll up at the ankles and down at the waist. His hair was dripping wet, and he didn't look like his shower had done anything to wake him up.

"Coffee?" Bryce held up the pot.

"God, yes," Toby answered.

Bryce poured him a mug and set it in front of him. "You can sit down if you want. I'll have everything ready in a minute."

Toby took a few sips of coffee and seemed to perk up a bit. "Those smell so good," he said, staying where he was, propped against the counter.

Matt joined them just as Bryce took the last pancakes off the griddle and pulled a second pan of bacon out of the oven.

They'd joked about his appetite when they'd gone to Elmer's, but after the workout they'd had the night before and the fact that it was nearly lunchtime, he figured they might eat just as much as he would this morning.

He gestured toward the table. "Go ahead and sit down. I've got everything ready."

"Please tell me there's coffee," Matt said.

Toby patted Matt's shoulder. "I'll get you some."

Bryce handed Toby a mug so he could fill it for Matt, then set a plate of pancakes on the table followed by a plate of bacon and a carafe of maple syrup he'd heated up.

"This looks amazing," Toby said, now sounding fully awake.

Matt simply nodded. "Yeah."

Rollo, back in from a morning foray in the yard, took his usual spot on the floor by Bryce's chair. "You know you're going to get some bacon, don't you? You spoiled rotten menace."

Toby laughed. "If he keeps looking at us like that, he's going to get some out of all of us. That face is truly pathetic."

"Don't let him fool you." Bryce scratched Rollo's ears even as he scolded.

The men all filled their plates, and for a while, other than requests to pass things or comments on the food's deliciousness, they focused on eating.

When their hunger was sated enough for them to slow down, the silence took on an awkward feel. "So… um… I guess we need to get my car," Matt said. "If you don't mind driving us over… or we could take the bus if you've got plans."

Bryce shook his head. "No plans."

"Okay, well…"

"We'll help you clean up first," Toby said.

Rollo jumped up and danced around like he knew exactly what cleanup meant and he was eager to help. Bryce ignored his antics. "Do you have plans today?"

Toby's hand went to his hair, fiddling with it. "We were just going to lay around, maybe watch a movie, try to force ourselves to work out. Nothing special."

"You could do that here." Bryce wasn't sure what the hell he was doing. Prolonging the inevitable? Surely he wasn't going to suggest they let this… whatever it was continue.

"You'd let us stay?" Matt asked.

"I'd… uh… like you to. I mean, unless you?—"

Toby dropped his hand to his lap and beamed at Bryce. "We'd like it too."

"We can still go get your car if you want. I don't want you feeling like you're stuck."

Matt shook his head. "It's fine. I want to spend the day with you."

"Me too," Toby said.

Bryce nodded, not sure he could think of the right words to add to this uneasy conversation.

"What movie should we watch?" Toby asked, seeming to take spending the day together in stride, unlike Matt and Bryce.

Bryce shrugged. "You can look through my collection of DVDs or load up Netflix." Toby started to speak, but Bryce held up his hand. "No jokes about how only old people have DVDs. I'll make some popcorn."

Toby snickered, but Matt stared at him like he was crazy. "We just ate a huge breakfast or brunch or whatever it was, aren't you full?"

"Yeah, but it's a movie. We need popcorn," Toby answered before Bryce could.

Matt rolled his eyes. "Fine. But you do not want to leave Toby in charge of the movie or we'll be watching Sharknado Meets Godzilla."

"That would be epic," Toby yelled from the living room where he'd already opened the cabinet under Bryce's TV where he kept his DVDs. "If you leave it up to Matt, we'll just be watching baseball."

"No matter who's playing, baseball is better than the shit movies you come up with."

"Don't listen to him, Bryce!" Toby hollered.

"Go save us," Bryce said, gesturing for Matt to join Toby. "I've got this."

Bryce heard them arguing in low tones, but he couldn't really discern their words, especially over the sound of his mind freaking out.

What are you doing?

Making this last as long as it can.

So it will be that much harder to break it off?

And that much harder to see them at work tomorrow? Yes. That.

You know you're crazy.

Yes, but I'm going to pretend I'm not, so shut up.

When the popcorn finished, he called out, "Spicy popcorn or caramel or plain?"

"Spicy."

"Caramel."

Bryce laughed. "I don't think spicy caramel is quite the thing, although it does sound like a new hipster appetizer."

"I'll pass. Spicy's fine," Toby said.

"How spicy can you take it?" Bryce asked.

"After last night you still need to ask?"

Heat rose to Bryce's face at the memory of Toby with his hands tied, begging to be fucked.

Matt rescued Bryce from further commentary. "Ignore him. On a Thai-restaurant scale, he's two peppers, and I'm three."

"Told you he really likes kinky once he gets into it," Toby responded.

Bryce heard something which might have been Matt throwing a pillow at Toby.

"I'll go with medium spicy."

"I can take whatever you give," Toby called.

Bryce's cock reacted to the sultry words. At this rate, he wasn't sure they'd make it through a movie. But as much as he wanted to fuck them again he also really wanted to spend time hanging out with them. He needed to prove to himself that he wasn't crazy, that there was more here than just incredible sex. Did they have enough in common to enjoy each other outside the bedroom? What if they did? What if they had a terrific day together? What then?

The only way they could make a go of a relationship was to make some major changes at work. Why would anybody take such a risk unless… No way was he even going to think the L word. They'd fucked twice. This was hardly love.

Pushing those thoughts aside, Bryce coated the popcorn with a mixture of olive oil, Sriracha, and honey and carried the huge bowl into the living room. "So what are we watching?"

"Fast and Furious 8," Matt and Toby answered together.

"You can't go wrong with all that hotness," Matt added.

Bryce heartily agreed. "No, you really can't." He wouldn't have pegged Matt and Toby as Fast and Furious franchise fans. Maybe they had more in common than he thought.

He turned on the movie, and they settled on the couch with him in the middle. From the get-go, they were quoting lines and arguing over who was the hottest man in the movie. Matt was in the Jason Stratham camp while Toby championed The Rock, and Bryce had serious fantasies about Vin Diesel. When the movie finished, they argued over what to watch next—Fast and Furious 9, Hobbs and Shaw or something from another franchise.

"How about a game to see who gets their choice?" Toby asked.

Matt raised his brows. "A game?"

Bryce had the impression Matt had been privy to Toby's "games" before and had reason to be skeptical.

"We'll all jerk off while watching each other and the last one to come gets his movie choice."

Bryce choked, nearly blowing soda across the coffee table. Apparently, he was going to have to get used to Toby making him blush as if he wasn't a grown-ass thirty-two-year-old man who'd had plenty of dirty sex. "Is he serious?" he asked, looking at Matt.

Matt nodded. "Sadly, yes."

"Come on, you know you want to."

"Isn't that one of those lines guaranteed to precede disaster?" Matt asked.

"What, like the chief walking in on us?"

Toby surely meant the comment to be funny, but his words sobered all of them.

"Well, that killed the fucking mood," Matt grumbled.

"How about I let Rollo out and make sure the door's locked." Bryce hadn't been ready for the real world to intrude on them, even figuratively, so he was happy for a chance to step away for a few minutes.

When he returned with Rollo trotting at his side, Matt was tapping the side of the couch, bouncing his leg and glaring at Toby. He looked like a bundle of nervous energy that might explode at any moment. Bryce had the sense he and Toby had managed to have an argument while he was out of the room without actually saying a word to each other.

"Sorry," Toby muttered, not looking at Bryce.

"'S okay. We've been ignoring it, but we all know it's there."

"Can we please ignore it for a little longer, like the rest of the day?" Matt asked.

Bryce glanced at Toby, who smiled and cupped his crotch. "My game would help."

Trust Toby to brush off even the most depressing thoughts like they were nothing. "It certainly would be a distraction."

"Toby." Matt's voice still held an edge of anger.

"Should I take you to your car now?" Bryce asked Matt.

Matt looked up. Their gazes locked and heat rushed over Bryce. Matt had looked at him like that the night before, full of desire but also apprehension, right before Bryce pushed into his tight ass. "No. I don't want to go."

Bryce didn't want him to go either. So he sat down on the couch, pushed his sweats and boxers down, and pulled out his cock, deciding to let his body do the talking. Toby's and Matt's eyes widened, and Bryce loved putting that look of shock and wonder on their faces. He loved it so much he let all his fears go and slid his hand up and down his cock in a steady rhythm, trying his best to give them no choice but to join him.

Matt licked his lips. "God, that's hot."

"You like thinking about me fucking you, about how you begged for more?"

"Holy shit!" Matt reached for his own cock.

Toby snickered. "So you like my game after all?"

"Shut up!"

Toby grinned like a cat with cream and joined the party. He pushed his borrowed sweats all the way to the floor, and like in most things, he didn't start off slow, he went right in with fast, sure strokes. His gaze darted from Bryce to Matt and back. Toby's excitement and energy mesmerized Bryce for a while, but then he focused on Matt. His pace was slower than Toby's, and his expression said each stroke gave him the same combination of agony and pleasure as the torment Bryce had given his ass the night before. He was so fucking sensuous. Both these men were divine, and Bryce wanted them, not just for that day but for… for how long? Weeks? Months? Forever?

Soon even Bryce and Matt were moving their hands as quickly as Toby. It was anyone's guess who could hold out the longest, but Bryce didn't give a damn if he won or not. He just wanted to watch their faces as they came so he let go, working his dick in a way sure to bring him off quickly.

He was close. So close. He reached a hand down and tugged on his balls. "Watch," he yelled as his orgasm hit. He kept milking his cock until it was too sore to bear being touched. Matt and Toby never looked away.

"Fuck," Matt yelled. "Oh fuck. That was…"

"Oh my God. Can't. I can't—" Toby cried out.

Bryce fought his body's exhaustion, sitting up enough to watch Toby's cum shoot over his hand and spray his abdomen. Toby was still working his cock, enjoying those last seconds of ecstasy, when Matt made a strangled noise and his body stiffened. Toby slid off the couch and knelt in front of him, managing to get his mouth around Matt's cock before he came. Toby swallowed over and over, taking all Matt had to give.

They watched Fast and Furious 9 and 10, ordered pizza, let it get cold while they fucked like mad before heating it up and eating it while starting Hobbs and Shaw, which they followed with a daisy chain of slurping, sucking, and dirty pleasure. Bryce almost passed out from the sensation of Toby rimming his ass, then swallowing him down as if the concept of a gag reflex was unknown to him. He could easily put a porn star to shame.

As they lay there, covered in cum and too exhausted to do anything about it, Bryce realized it was after ten PM. "Wow, we really spent the whole day fucking and watching TV."

Toby giggled. "Fantastic, isn't it?"

"We didn't go for a run. I never skip my run," Matt groused.

Toby raised up on his elbow and looked at Matt. "Seriously? Doesn't all this sex count as a workout? I can hardly move."

Bryce agreed. "You're excused today."

Matt just groaned. Trust him to be the conscientious one.

"Hey, if I didn't think it would kill me, I'd do my best to get your heart rate up again."

"Don't try, because it would definitely kill me," Matt conceded.

Toby sat up, grinning. "Not me. Let's go!"

"Shut up!" Matt and Bryce said the words simultaneously.

Toby snorted as he collapsed back onto the mattress. "Matt's such a fucking rules follower."

"Really? You're saying that when I just sucked you off while Bryce wrapped his mouth around my cock like he'd never tasted anything better? That's following the rules?"

Toby rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean."

"Look, I don't need you?—"

Bryce whistled and raised a hand, which had to look ridiculous since they were all more or less lying down. "Enough. We're all breaking the rules here, and I'm the fucking officer for our unit, so I really can't keep ignoring it. We need to?—"

Matt levered himself to a sitting position. "Just take us to my car, and we'll?—"

"No," Toby said. "We're not going to pretend this never happened. This"—he gestured between them—"is too good to ignore."

Bryce nodded. "You're right. Things are good between us, but we can't keep working together if we—" Shit, he'd almost confessed to more than he meant to.

"Need each other so much we can't fucking stay away?" Toby asked.

Bryce nodded. "Yeah. Something like that."

Matt looked at Bryce, pain clear in his eyes, his usually tan skin now pale. "I… I can't…" He sounded like he was about to hyperventilate.

"Lie down." Bryce pushed him back against the mattress and held him there. "Good. Now take slow breaths."

Matt pushed his hands away and tried to sit up again. "Don't. I don't need you trying to take care of me."

"You're about to fucking pass out. So lie the fuck down," Toby yelled.

Bryce looked from one man to another. He'd made a mistake, and now it was likely to cost Matt and Toby their relationship as well as leave him feeling lonelier than he had before he'd slept with them.

"Talk to me," he said to Matt.

"I don't want to change units," Matt said. "I don't want to do this without Toby. I… I've never done anything without him."

Toby ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. "You don't need me."

"Yeah, I do. I… I really do."

Toby looked panicked now too. Fuck, how could Bryce make this right?

"You could probably manage to stay on the same shift and work at different stations."

Matt shook his head. "No. Not yet, please. Just give me a little more time to figure this out."

Bryce knew it was wrong for him to agree to it, wrong professionally, wrong personally. If they were caught, he would be blamed for not reporting that they were in a relationship. He could lose his job. Wasn't the possibility of getting transferred a hell of a lot better than that?

And yet, once again, instead of the smart move, he made the stupid one. "Okay, I won't say anything or expect you to right now. But if we… If this…"

"You're not going to report us? Really?" Matt looked so fucking hopeful, like a puppy who realized he was about to be cuddled instead of kicked. How bad had it been for him as a kid?

Bryce shook his head. "Not now, but I can't let this go much longer. You've got to understand that. I was already ignoring what I suspected about you and Toby, and now I'm involved too."

"But you only suspected about us. You didn't know about us for sure," Matt said.

"There were enough clues that I considered confronting you." That wasn't exactly true, but Bryce wanted Matt to see the risk he was running.

"Fuck," Matt muttered. "Who else knows?"

"No one that I know of, but that won't last forever."

Toby laid a hand on Bryce's arm. "Give me and Matt a chance to talk about the best way to approach this. I know things have to change, but we need a little more time."

Against all his instincts, Bryce nodded. "Okay, you got it."