Chapter 8

Bryce wasn't sure how much time had passed, exactly what they'd talked about after his confession—he was pretty sure baseball had been involved—or how many drinks he'd had. There was a second bottle on the table now. When had that happened?

He polished off the amber liquid in his glass and looked over at Toby and Matt. They were sharing the chair across from him, and Matt had his arm slung around Toby's shoulders. "So you've been together since high school?" he asked, drunk enough to have lost the filter on his mouth.

Matt answered first. "We've been friends since then, but not?—"

"My family adopted him," Toby said.

Bryce hadn't been expecting that. Apparently Toby came by his instinct to care for everyone naturally.

Matt sighed. "My family kicked me out when they caught me with another guy. I called Toby, because I didn't know who else to call. I thought maybe he'd help me, loan me some money, give me some food to get me through a few days. But when he told his parents what happened, they insisted I live with them, so I did for the last year of high school and the years we spent at community college trying to figure out what to do with ourselves."

Now their inseparableness made a lot more sense. Toby had truly been a lifeline for Matt.

"I wanted him like crazy," Toby said. "But he was living in my house and seemed to think we were brothers, so I tried to respect that."

Matt rolled his eyes. "He had no clue I'd wanted him for ages. He'd become the focus of my fantasies way before I moved in with him."

"So finally, one night we were studying for one of our Academy classes and?—"

Matt smiled. "We finally figured it out."

"Well, kind of. We started fucking then, but we still didn't let on about how we felt, not for a long time. I thought Matt had just realized that I was…"

"Convenient?"

Toby snorted. "I was a hell of a lot more."

So they truly were together. Had they been exclusive all this time? Neither seemed jealous enough to be worried about a three-way. Did they just want Bryce to be a fuck buddy they played with occasionally? Could that even work? Maybe he was just too old-fashioned to understand twenty-two-year-olds or too drunk. He wasn't too old-fashioned to fuck them, though, if that was what they wanted. He also wasn't smart enough to stop himself in his current state.

"So do you play with others?" Holy God, he really was drunk to be asking that.

"Only other men we both want. Like you."

Matt sputtered and scowled at Toby.

Toby made a dismissive gesture toward Matt. "Ignore him. Has he told you I'm the best kisser ever?"

Was Toby actually as drunk as Bryce was, or had he just decided it was time to make a move? Bryce imagined the two of them kissing. That simple act was hotter than the nastiest porn.

"Show me." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he regretted them, at least as much as his alcohol-fogged brain would allow. "Forget that. I shouldn't have…"

Toby straddled Matt, cupped his face, and leaned down. But instead of kissing Matt right away, he hovered over him, lips less than an inch from Matt's. Matt dropped his head back and took hold of Toby's hips, pulling his lover tight against him, all reservations about what they were doing seemingly gone. Just before Toby moved the final inch to claim his mouth, Matt looked at Bryce and licked his lips.

Bryce's cock went from semi-hard to I've-got-to-fuck-somebody-right-this-minute. Toby kissed Matt like he was dying and Matt was his only hope for salvation. Matt groaned into Toby's mouth and arched up, grinding their crotches together.

Bryce rubbed the heel of his hand over his dick, desperate for friction. He shouldn't be here, shouldn't be doing this, but he was too drunk to go home and even a saint couldn't turn away from the sight of Toby kissing Matt.

A few seconds later, Toby sat back and turned to face Bryce, his fingers fiddling with his bangs. "Join us."

His voice was low, sultry, and so tempting, but Bryce knew he was nervous and trying to hide it.

"I shouldn't. We…" He moved toward them as he spoke. Why the fuck wasn't his body listening to his brain?

When he was within reach, Toby grabbed his arm and pulled him down before his fuzzy brain registered what was happening. Then Toby was kissing him and it was unbelievably good. Later Bryce couldn't say precisely what it was Toby did that made him the best kisser ever—the way he moved his tongue, the perfect variation in pressure, the so-sure-of-himself way he held Bryce tight while plundering his mouth—but Bryce would easily award him that title.

Several seconds later, Matt joined the kiss. Bryce had never even thought about a three-way kiss. He wouldn't have believed it would work, but oh God, did it ever. The heat of their mouths, their tongues lapping at his lips, pushing their way inside, the taste of both of them. He wanted more, a lot more.

Matt pulled back. "Please say we're going to do this."

Bryce's head swam with the taste of them, and his cock threatened to bust through his jeans. "Need to fuck you," he said, once again marveling at his inability to keep his thoughts in his head.

"God, yes," Matt murmured, and he grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head.

Toby tried to stand then and ended up spilling all three of them onto the floor. He lay there laughing like a hyena until Matt gave him a playful kick. "Get up and strip."

Toby sank his teeth into his lip as he got to his feet, but looked like the laughter might burst out of him again as he undid the fastenings of his jeans.

Bryce sat on the floor, awed by the two of them as they revealed their lean bodies. He'd seen them before in the showers; it wasn't like they were modest. But having them right here, knowing he was going to get to touch them. Damn.

He realized his hands were shaking as he tried to unfasten his pants. Toby, now fully naked, his long cock standing out from a trimmed bush of blond hair, moved in front of him. "Let me do that," he insisted, pushing Bryce's hands away.

Matt moved closer too. Bryce's gaze slid over the honed muscles of his torso before taking in his sizable cock, which looked as eager as Bryce's and Toby's. Matt undid Bryce's pants while Toby pushed his shirt off his shoulders.

Matt slid his hands into the waist of Bryce's now loosened pants and pushed them down, caressing Bryce's ass as he did so.

"Fuck." The word slipped out of Bryce with a shudder. Matt's hand felt so damn good.

"Yeah," Toby responded in that same sultry voice as he lifted Bryce's t-shirt, encouraging him to raise his arms so Toby could get it off.

When Bryce was finally naked, Toby whistled. "You are so fucking hot," he said, the excited tone he usually used overtaking the sultry one.

Bryce felt heat rush to his face. He knew he looked good, but having these two young guys ogle him was as embarrassing as it was exhilarating.

"So which one of you do I get to have first?" he asked, all thought of protest forgotten. He was doing this and to hell with what it meant. He wrapped a hand around each of their dicks and pumped, not rushing, letting them really feel his grip. "Let me be clear. I like to be in charge in bed. I'll make you love every minute of it, but I won't go easy on you."

Matt made a choked sound, but Toby grinned and fucked into Bryce's grasp. "I don't want any mercy."

"You won't get any."

"But I do want to watch you fuck Matt first."

That surprised him. Toby was the more submissive of the two if Bryce read things right, and he'd have expected Toby to beg to be fucked. He'd certainly been begging for attention for weeks.

Bryce worked them each faster. "You like that idea, Matt? You want Toby to watch as I shove my cock up your ass and ride you until you beg to come?" Holy fucking shit, Bryce was never drinking again if it made him talk like this. He was often vocal in bed, but the crap spilling out of his mouth was getting ridiculous. He wasn't starring in a porn flick, though he did have a feeling that with Toby and Matt, he might be able to explore some of his kinkier fantasies.

Or not. This was a one-night thing. That was all it could be.

"Y-yes, oh fucking God, yes," Matt moaned. Bryce had seen the moment his resistance crumbled. The tension had visibly drained from his face. Watching him give in to what he needed was going to be delicious.

Bryce considered the carpet under him. It was soft enough. "I want you on your back. Now."

"Fuck." Matt dropped to his knees. Toby shoved the coffee table out of the way to make more room for them. Neither man questioned why Bryce didn't want to go to the bedroom. He wasn't sure himself except that everything seemed more impulsive here, like he didn't really have to admit he was doing this, like it was just happening and he couldn't stop it.

Matt never dropped his gaze from Bryce's, which made his attempt to arrange himself on his back as Bryce had ordered comically awkward.

Bryce settled between Matt's open legs. "Lube? Condoms?"

"Getting them," Toby said.

He returned seconds later with the supplies they needed and then watched eagerly as Bryce squirted lube on his fingers and pressed one against Matt's hole. Matt bit his lips and looked from Bryce to Toby and back.

"Relax and don't hold back on me," Bryce said as he worked a finger in. Damn, Matt was tight, so fucking tight. "Been awhile?" Bryce asked.

"Yeah, I don't usually…"

Bryce had figured Matt usually topped. That was why Toby wanted to watch. He added a second finger, forcing a whimper from Matt. "Good?" he asked.

"Y-yeah."

He worked his fingers in and out, trying to go slow. He didn't want to hurt Matt, but he was eager as hell to get inside him.

"I want you to suck Toby while I open you up. You good with that?"

Matt nodded.

"I want an answer I can hear." Bryce was curious how far he could push Matt. He sensed that Matt longed to submit to Bryce but didn't like to admit that need for surrender.

"Y-yes." Matt looked like he might say more, but he didn't. Had he been about to add a "sir"? That was more than Bryce would insist on, at least for tonight. Fuck! He would never insist on it, because he couldn't do this again.

Toby winked at Bryce and mouthed "perfect." Then he straddled Matt, brushing his cock against Matt's lips.

Bryce realized he'd been holding his breath. Watching Matt suck Toby as Bryce opened Matt's ass was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. How could he have ever thought he wouldn't like a threesome?

He pushed a third finger into Matt, and Matt moaned around Toby's dick, the sound making Bryce's cock throb. He wasn't going to last as long as he wanted to once Matt's tight ass was clamped around his cock. So he took his time, working his fingers in and out of Matt's ass while Toby fucked Matt's mouth. Matt took every inch of Toby's cock like a champ. God, Bryce needed to feel that mouth around his cock, needed to watch Matt's eyes widen as he swallowed, but this would have to be enough.

"Enough, Toby. I'm ready to fuck him and I don't want anything distracting him from my cock."

Toby whimpered and flexed his hips against Matt's face one more time.

Bryce slapped Toby's ass, making him gasp, the sound ragged with passion, but he moved this time and Bryce pushed Matt's legs up farther. Matt whimpered, already looking passion drunk, his pupils blown, his lips red and swollen from deep-throating Toby.

Bryce pushed at the tight ring of Matt's ass and Matt tensed.

"Relax," Bryce instructed.

"I'm trying," Matt said, forcing the words out around panting breaths. "You're. Fucking. Huge."

Bryce chuckled. "I am, but you can take it. You've just got to relax, to give in to me."

"Please. I… I'm not sure I can."

"Do you want me to stop?" Bryce asked, heart pounding as he waited for Matt's answer.

"N-no."

Bryce drove in a little more, but Matt tensed up again. "Don't. Think. I've ever… had anyone this big."

Bryce loved having that honor. He'd love it even more if his was the only cock Matt had ever had. Wait… What? Where the hell had that thought come from? Maybe confessing about that hellish night in Atlanta had made him completely lose his mind.

"Can I suck him?" Toby asked. "That might help him relax."

"Are you as good at it as he is?"

Toby smirked. "Better."

Bryce arched a brow. "Show me."

"I'd show you anything."

Dear God, what was he doing? He had lost his mind. Watching Toby suck Matt was only going to make him more desperate to feel both their mouths on his dick. No way in hell was he going to get them out of his system in one night.

Toby positioned himself at Matt's side and leaned down, his gaze holding Bryce's the whole time. He was so brazen. How good would it be to spank his ass until it glowed red and he begged to be fucked?

Bryce pushed in farther as Toby swallowed Matt's cock.

Matt cried out and arched up. That was all Bryce could take, he thrust in the rest of the way and Matt gasped and tensed again. His eyes showed a mix of emotion—desire and uneasiness. Bryce forced himself to hold still as he watched Toby, slide his mouth up and down Matt's cock. Matt squeezed his eyes shut and scrabbled at the carpet, trying to find something to hold on to. "Relax and give in. That's all you've got to do."

Matt's eyes flew open and he stared at Bryce. "I… I don't…"

"You do and you can."

Matt took a few ragged breaths, and Bryce felt him relax a little. "Good. Keep that up. Give in to what you want."

Matt nodded frantically. "More. Please."

Bryce couldn't hold back anymore. He drove deep again and again, fucking him in earnest as Toby sucked Matt even more enthusiastically. Matt's eyes went wide. He was on sensation overload. Bryce worked to find the angle that would allow him to hit Matt's sweet spot. When he succeeded, Matt cried out, his whole body reacting, the last of his resistance melting away.

"Good?"

"Don't stop. God, don't stop."

Bryce didn't. Toby sat back and watched, his gaze shifting from Bryce's cock driving into Matt's ass to the obvious ecstasy on Matt's face.

"More. Going to come soon. Please!" Matt was crazed with need. And just seeing it, knowing what Bryce's fucking was doing to him, was enough to push Bryce so close he knew he had to bring Matt off or he was never going to last to fuck Toby too.

Bryce wrapped a hand around Matt's cock. "Do it. Come for me." A few strokes was all Matt needed to obey. Toby whimpered as he watched Matt's cum shoot over his abdomen. When Matt fell back against the carpet with a look of pure satisfaction on his face, Bryce glanced at Toby. His cock was red and leaking. Bryce didn't know how he'd held out this long. He'd been jacking himself as he'd sucked Matt off.

"Hands and knees," Bryce ordered.

Toby scrambled to obey and stuck his ass out invitingly. Bryce tossed him the lube. "Open yourself up."

Bryce forgot what he was doing for a few seconds as Toby fucked himself on his fingers. Then Bryce felt Matt's hand on him, helping him slide on a fresh condom and slick up again. He looked down at Matt and smiled. "You're incredible, you know that?"

Matt's cheeks grew even pinker than they already were. "Thanks."

"No. Thank you," Bryce said as he positioned himself behind Toby. He caressed Toby's back. "You ready?"

"I've been ready for months."

Bryce drove into him, not being as gentle as he had with Matt, hoping he was reading things right and that's what Toby needed.

He got his answer when Toby pushed back against him, taking him deeper. "More. Won't hurt me." He reached under himself to grab his dick, but Bryce slapped his hand away.

"No touching," he ordered.

"Fuck!"

Bryce did. He fucked Toby hard and deep. Toby writhed, begged, called his name, and muttered nonsense. Bryce loved how vocal and enthusiastic he was. It was just how he imagined fucking Toby would be. At some point, Matt sat up on his knees and grabbed Toby's arms, pulling them over his head and pinning his wrists. Toby pressed his forehead into the carpet, giving Bryce even better access to his ass.

"Fuck him hard; he loves that," Matt said.

Bryce had to grab the base of his dick to keep from coming. These boys couldn't be more perfect for him. When he had himself under control, he gave Toby all he had. "You close, baby?"

"Yes. Need… need your hand on my cock."

"No. You're going to come without anyone touching you."

"Fuck. I can't. I…"

"You can." Bryce drove into Toby hard. "Come for me, Toby. Right. Fucking. Now."

Toby cried out and struggled against Matt's hold.

"I'm not letting go. You heard him."

"Can't. Please."

Bryce shifted his angle and worked himself even deeper into Toby. Toby shouted, cussed, struggled. Bryce must have hit just the right spot, because he cried out long and loud. Bryce gave him another stroke and another, and Toby shuddered.

"Holy fuck!" he screamed as his body jerked and he came.

Matt kept his hold on Toby's wrists. "God, Toby. He's so good, isn't he? He knows just what you need."

Toby nodded furiously. Bryce let himself go. He drove into Toby. One stroke, two, and then he was coming, not caring about what he shouldn't do, only caring about his overwhelming need for these men.

When he was spent, he collapsed over Toby. Matt let Toby go and curled at their sides. Some time later, Bryce shifted, reluctantly letting his cock slip from Toby's body. He discarded the condom and lay back down between Toby and Matt. He only meant to lie there for a few minutes. Then he'd put them to bed and sleep off the alcohol on the couch, where Rollo was curled up and giving him a look of disdain. Apparently he hadn't been impressed with the show. Bryce would leave as soon as he sobered up, and as much as he wanted to, he wouldn't come back, wouldn't touch Matt and Toby again. He'd risked too much already, not just his job, but his heart too.

The next time he came to awareness, hours had passed and he was still on the floor between Toby and Matt. A crew had gone to work sledgehammering his skull, and his back was stiff as a board. The first hints of dawn showed out the window, so it had to be at least four AM. They were all supposed to be at work at eight. At work, together. Fuck. His stomach heaved. What the hell had he done?

He tried to sit up and realized that was a mistake. Where was the bathroom? Down the hall; he knew that. On the right? It seemed like a long way off. He shuffled down the hall like the hunchback of Notre Dame until he found it. He fumbled for the light switch when he reached the bathroom. The light pierced his skull, and his stomach gave another heave. He almost didn't reach the toilet in time.

When he'd expelled the alcohol from his body, he rinsed his mouth and tried to make his brain work linearly. Clothes. He needed clothes. Where had he left his? They must be on the floor somewhere near where he fucked the hell out of Matt and Toby. Two men he had to work with all day.

Get dressed and get out of there. That's what he had to do. He managed to down a few sips of water and used his fingers to scrub the fuzz off his teeth.

He tried not to make any noise as he walked back to the living room, head throbbing with each step. Toby stirred when he got close to him, and Bryce froze. But Toby just turned on his back and began to snore. Bryce couldn't help but grin despite the pain in his head and his near panic at what this dumbass move would do to his job.

He found his clothes and dressed. He was about to leave when he realized Matt and Toby might sleep right through the start of shift. He found a timer in their immaculate kitchen and set it to go off at seven AM. That would give them time to dress and shower.

He signaled for Rollo, who thankfully obeyed. Then he opened the door, praying the noise wouldn't wake Matt and Toby. Neither man moved. He gave them a final longing look. He wished things could be different, but knew he'd have to turn them down if they asked to see him again.

He stepped outside and pulled the door shut behind him. When he looked at the street in front of the house, he groaned. He'd left his car at Nathan's. His bike was at home, and no buses would be running this time of day. He clipped on Rollo's leash. They were going to have to walk. Which was closer, Nathan's or his house? The effort of mental mapping nearly made his aching head explode so he gave up and began walking toward Nathan's. He had to get his car sooner or later, better to do it while no one was around to see his walk of shame. His head jarred with every step. Walking might just kill him. At least then he wouldn't have to face Matt and Toby at work.