17. Callum

Iwas too wired to drift off as easily as Landon did.

Zack appeared to feel the same, considering how we stared at one another over Landon's head from where he pressed his face against Zack's neck.

"I'm sorry for betraying your trust," Zack murmured.

While I wanted to still be pissed, I couldn't be, considering how things had turned out. But would Landon be willing to give Zack up at the end of this? I hoped he would be free to love me and yet…

"I forgive you," I offered what Zack hadn't yet gifted to Landon, hoping that while what he'd done to me didn't compare to the pain Landon had caused him, that axe could be buried if both parties were willing.

Zack slid his hand from Landon's back to entwine his fingers with mine where they rested on our boy's stomach.

My heart stuttered, and I swallowed hard, wishing I could read what went on in Zack's head. Specifically what he thought about the three of us and how seamlessly we seem to fit even though

"Tell me about yourself," I whispered something less intrusive.

Zack slowly exhaled. "What do you want to know?"

"Why do you volunteer at that homeless shelter you mentioned the other night?"

Our eyes remained locked, a comfortable steady gaze I had no wish to glance away from. Let him see what I felt. The desires he'd roused to life inside me in less than forty-eight hours.

"It's where I stayed after I left Rhode Island and had run out of money," he admitted quietly.

Considering the surface shit we'd talked about when we first met, I hadn't expected such honesty.

Zack felt safe here with me and Landon, and that truth tightened my throat and made the desire stronger to nurture that feeling in him and draw out more of who he was. But first, I wanted to deepen our connection.

"I spend a few hours every week at a local LGBTQ club for teens," I told him rather than delving into his past, which might shut him down again. "While not a shelter for the homeless ones who often visit, it's a safe place where everyone is accepted and loved."

A hint of a smile curved Zack's mouth, appreciation in his eyes over our shared passion, exactly as I'd hoped for.

"Is Landon aware you lived on the streets?" I asked, hoping I didn't push too hard.

"No." His lips pursed, and I let the matter rest, choosing to prod from a totally different angle.

"On a scale of one to ten, where does what we did tonight rate? I can imagine you've had dozens of threesomes."

"I've had a few, yeah. But this…"

"It feels like something special," I filled in when he trailed off, my fingers crossed in my mind.

"Yeah. Kinda does," he admitted quietly, surprising me once again.

"You'll stay until our contracted time is up?" My heart attempted to stall out while I waited for his reply. He'd already agreed to stick around—but when we'd been discussing vacationing, not exploring what the three of us might have found.

"Yes," Zack eventually answered. "Whatever you desire, Callum, it's yours."

More time, I thought to push. All of your hurts, your hopes, and your dreams.

Way beyond mere fucking when two days ago, I'd set my mind on freeing Landon from Zack so he might be open to loving me someday.

But there was something about Zack, a connection between us as though our inner selves reached out for the other, innately recognizing another soul we could lean on. Zack was the sort I could share my burdens with, a man with sturdy enough shoulders to prop me up so I didn't always have to be the strong one, like I was for Landon.

Even more, I yearned to give Landon his fantasy, the poly relationship he tended toward when writing happily ever afters.

I'd always thought I wanted my best friend all to myself, but having met Zack?

My focus turned toward taking care of them both, holding them close and protecting their hearts.

I woke Saturday morning still cradling Landon's backside.

He wiggled his cute ass against my morning wood, and I groaned, grabbing his hip.

Blinking my eyes open, I found him peering at me over his shoulder.

"Fuck me."

My stomach clenched in a flash of lust at his blatant demand, but I glanced over at Zack, who still lay slack-jawed and breathing heavily.

"A-Are you sure, Lan?"

"The floodgates have been opened between us," he whispered. "There's no going back to the way things were—at least, I don't want to just be friends anymore."

My throat tightened. "What we have, our companionship up to this point, means the world to me."

Landon reached back and clasped my hip, wiggling his butt again, his smirk the killing stab. "This is the cherry on the top. Fill my needy hole up with your big cock and make me yours forever."

Words fled as I choked back a sob. Everything I'd dreamed of lay at the tips of my fingers—and my aching cock leaking pre-cum over his skin. Heaven, I'd whispered before Landon had passed out last night, but to have my unrequited love recognized, accepted, and returned?

There was no place in the cosmos to compare to how fulfilled I felt in that moment. And even though our first time wouldn't be face-to-face with tenderness and him coming apart in my arms, I did. Not. Care. He'd offered himself to me, and I would gladly accept whatever he gave.

We had our whole future ahead of us to create more lovemaking memories.

"I haven't done this in years," I said, my husky tone a reflection of the emotional mess in my chest.

"You're going to rock my world," Landon stated without question, his light brown eyes overflowing with happiness exactly as I'd always hoped to one day see.

But, no pressure.

Landon flipped over to face me, jostling Zack and grabbing my cheeks. He planted a smacking kiss to my lips before pulling away to stare into my eyes. "You're you. My Callum Anderson. My best friend. The man who fulfills so many damn parts of me I can't imagine my life without you, so yeah. You're going to rock my world even if you blow the second you get your dick inside me."

A chuckle burst from me, and I took my time to kiss him tenderly sans tongue because dragon breath.

The second I released his lips, Landon spun back around.

"Oh, good morning, hot stuff," he murmured, flirty as shit.

I guessed Zack was awake but didn't bother looking with how intent I was on rolling to grab a condom and the lube off the bedside table.

Zack's low voice mumbled something along the lines of a similar greeting as I snapped open the cap and coated my sheathed cock.

"Just slide right into me, Cal," Landon suggested without glancing over his shoulder again. "Fill my ass up like you've probably been fantasizing about ever since you met me."

Cocky little brat.

"Goddamned right I have," I muttered anyway, shuffling in close to the pert backside he kept arched toward me.

Zack's hand rubbed over Landon's side then his hip before dipping into his crack.

Landon tossed his top leg over Zack's thigh, and I stroked myself, staring as Zack toyed with his waxed, pink pucker.

"Give our boy what he wants."

I cursed at Zack's command.

Those repeated two words hit me in the sternum, but I moved with intent to obey, same as I'd done the night before.

But right now?

I was taking the reins. It was my turn to bring them both pleasure, and it started with letting Zack know he was more than just physically there with us. He would partake, be a part of my loving Landon for the first time.

Same as he'd gifted me when he'd given Landon what he'd always wanted.

Grabbing the base of my dick, I tapped Zack's fingers with the back of my cock. "Hold him open for me."

He did as told, and Landon's hole winked at me, sexy as hell and just as much of a flirt as his mouth.

"Let me in, baby," I couldn't help the pet name while pressing against his pucker.

Landon bore down, and the head of my dick slipped into his sucking heat.

"Fuck." I gritted my teeth, afraid of blowing my load before I burrowed inside his body.

"Give me more," he demanded, pushing toward me.

"When I'm ready, greedy boy."

Landon shuddered as though he loved that nickname too. As long as we kept cum slut out of the air—even if he admitted to being one in his wild days—we wouldn't trigger any negative responses.

But his hot hole proved voracious for dick, and I forced my way in with controlled thrusts until I pressed against him from chest to hips.

I paused, needing to gain control, but Landon moved himself on my throbbing length, grinding away and panting.

"Zack," he begged, more of a gasp really, as though needing our lover too.

"Kiss him," I told Zack. "Help me work a climax out of him."

Both men froze, and I realized they'd fucked but hadn't kissed. I knew from Landon they hadn't as teens either.

"Y-You don't have to," Landon started, but Zack grasped his face and took his mouth in a bruising clasp of lips and teeth.

Fuck.

I swallowed hard, my groin aching as Landon's hole clenched around me, the whimpers spilling past his lips the most delicious sounds to ever caress my ears. How often had he dreamed of tasting Zack's mouth? With the desperation rolling off Zack, I wondered if he'd always longed for the same regardless of the bitterness he'd clung to for years.

Emotion welled up inside me, happiness over bringing them together, elation at having found what I'd always hoped for with Landon. And the bright possibility of so much more than I could have imagined.

Zack ground against Landon's front, and I attempted to burrow deeper into Landon's guts.

I closed my eyes and gave over to lust, grunting over every slick glide in and out of his tight hole. He fit me like a glove, warm and comfortable as though he'd been made for me.

"Put your hands on me, Zack," I demanded, quickly growing winded, ready to voice the same ownership Zack had declared earlier. "Help me fuck our boy."

"Jesus fucking Christ," he muttered but grabbed my ass.

"Yeah—just like that," I praised his firm hold, getting off on how he yanked me forward into Landon's tight grip. Decadent heat sucked me in regardless of my dragging pulls to the head, and his clench on me and the amount of lube I'd coated myself with made for one delicious-to-the-ears wet fuck.

Making love would happen eventually, but I was too far gone in my lust. I needed to own Landon from the inside out.

Same as Zack had done last night, I latched onto Landon's neck, giving him a mirrored hickey on the opposite side from Zack's.

Eyes clenched shut, I released the suction and breathed against his neck, my hips stuttering regardless of how Zack's hold spurred me on.

"Going to fill you up, baby," I promised what I hoped to truly do some day.

"Mmm," Landon hummed his want.

"Fuck." My taint convulsed, my abs tightening.

And I finally flooded the condom with the evidence of my desire and love I'd held for Landon since day one.