Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

LEO

Do I have any fantasies?

The sexual part of my brain has been dormant for so long that I can't even recall what might ignite that interest. "I'm not really sure," I respond, a hint of embarrassment creeping in. "I've always been pretty vanilla, so anything risqué feels like an entirely new world to me."

"I think I might have a few?" Mason blurts out. The couple of shots we've downed in such a short time seem to hit him harder than they do me, as his face and neck flush bright red, a sure sign he's had too much to drink.

I look at him, surprised and ask, "You do?"

"Yeah, I guess so," he says, a hint of vulnerability in his voice as he shrugs. "Nothing too crazy, really. But lately, I've been feeling so touch-starved. The idea of you spending an entire night worshipping me, it's intoxicating. Just the thought of you doing whatever you want with me, of surrendering completely, it stirs something deep inside. I just want you to use me."

"That's good, Mason. What else?" Magnus prompts, leaning forward with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"Toys, maybe?" Mason suggests, his shrug nonchalant, but there's a spark of excitement in his voice.

I shoot Magnus a disapproving frown as I watch him grin, pouring us another drink with an ease that feels almost reckless. It's unsettling how comfortable he seems, diving headfirst into a conversation about sex with a couple of strangers.

I glance over at Mason, I catch him stealing a heated glance at Magnus, something fierce and hungry in his eyes. I brace myself for that familiar sting of anger and jealousy to bubble up, but to my surprise, those feelings never come. Instead, a warm, electric pulse of arousal begins to unfurl in my gut.

Could it be the alcohol clouding my judgment? I'm not sure, but I find myself vividly imagining what it would be like to watch them together, the way their bodies might move in sync, the shared laughter, the thrill of exploration. To my own astonishment, the thought ignites something deep inside me, stirring a yearning I didn't expect.

I'm pulled from my thoughts by Mason's voice slicing through the air. "Well, we've never used toys on each other. We stick to our roles, and that's always worked for us."

His tone makes me curious, what exactly are those roles? I glance between Mason and Magnus, trying to gauge their dynamics. There's an ease between them, a rhythm I can't quite put my finger on. The idea that they have this established framework is intriguing.

Magnus chuckles, a low, throaty sound that makes the heat in my gut flare even more. "Roles can be exciting, but sometimes a little spontaneity can bring an entirely new dimension." He leans back, his gaze never wavering from Mason, as if he's challenging him to consider something different.

"What do you think about that, Leo?" he asks, a playful glint in his eyes. "Have you ever thought about spicing things up with Mason? If he just got naked in front of you and said you can do whatever you want to me? What would you do?"

The room seems to shrink around us, and I feel heat creeping up my neck. The thought of Mason, standing there in his bare skin, vulnerable and inviting, sends a surge of adrenaline coursing through me.

I glance at Mason, whose expression is surprisingly open, encouraging even. There's a flicker of something, perhaps curiosity or maybe desire, in his gaze that sends my pulse racing.

At that moment, I realise that perhaps it's time to dig deeper into this uncharted territory, teetering on the edge of something undeniably exciting.

I watch as Mason glides his fingers down his neck, his breath quickening. I recognise the distant look in his eyes, a tell-tale sign that he's turned on, and it sends a thrill through me. "I-I don't know?" I stutter, my words tumbling out, faltering under the weight of the moment.

Magnus reaches out, his hand sliding up Mason's thigh with a confidence that makes my heart race and my stomach churn. "Come on, Leo. Think harder. Your boyfriend is a handsome man, isn't he?" he teases, his voice light but charged with something deeper.

I feel a knot tighten in my chest, unsure of Magnus's motives. Is he trying to provoke me, to stir up jealousy? Or is there a genuine invitation in his actions, pushing me to explore our boundaries? I shift my gaze between the two of them, feeling like a spectator in my own life as the heat in the room intensifies.

Mason doesn't pull away; instead, he leans into Magnus's touch, eyes half-lidded and a small smirk playing on his lips. It's a sight that both entices and unsettles me.

Deciding to test the waters, I muster up what little confidence I have left and say, "Of course he is. I mean, you saw him naked before. You saw how tight and smooth his body is."

Magnus's grin widens at my words, a mischievous spark igniting in his eyes. He shifts closer, his hand slipping beneath Mason's shirt. "You're right, I did see how toned his stomach is." I can't tear my gaze away as his fingers glide up, tracing Mason's abs, causing a soft sigh to escape Mason's lips.

Mason's eyes flutter closed, surrendering to the touch, and jealousy intertwines with arousal as Magnus's hand continues its journey upward, exploring the contours of Mason's chest. I feel a mix of emotions swirling within me, excitement, frustration, and an undeniable curiosity.

Suddenly, Magnus's gaze locks onto mine, the playful smirk never leaving his face. "You know you're quite a looker too? You guys are a gorgeous couple. Stunning, really."

With his hand still lingering on Mason, he casually reaches over to take a shot of his drink, hissing through the burn before continuing, "You guys look good together. So much so, it's easy to imagine how sexy you'd both look when you fuck."

The air thickens with tension. His provocative words hang between us, electrifying and unsettling. My heart races as I glance back at Mason, whose lips curve into a sly smile, clearly enjoying the attention.

Magnus's words are crude, dripping with suggestiveness, but that doesn't stop my cock from reaching full hardness, awkwardly trapped beneath my trousers. The mixture of desire and disbelief floods my senses, and for a moment, I'm lost in a haze of conflicting emotions.

Before I even realise what I'm doing, my hands are moving to unbuckle my belt. The cool metal feels foreign against my skin, but the anticipation ignites a fiery thrill in my stomach. As I pull the belt free, the rush of relief that comes with the release of pressure is sensational.

I steal a glance at Mason, caught in his own moment of bliss as Magnus continues to explore him. The sight sends a surge of adrenaline coursing through me. My heart races as I begin to wonder where this all might lead, caught between hesitation and an exhilarating urge to dive deeper into this uncharted territory.

Magnus notices the shift in my demeanour and his eyes glint with mischief as they briefly flicker down to my lap. "Looks like someone's enjoying the show," he quips, his tone playful yet laced with something sharper.

The heat on my cheeks is unmistakable as I hold his gaze, half embarrassed and half emboldened by the acknowledgment. "Maybe I am," I reply, my voice steadier than I feel. It's a revelation, one that strips away the last vestiges of self-doubt that linger in my mind.