33. Lee

CHAPTER 33

LEE

From the moment Lee woke Tuesday morning, he felt lighter than he had all the prior week. Monday had been a bit of a slog as his body dealt with the prior week's travel and game, but then he'd slept straight through that night, something he hadn't done since he walked away from Drew and Mac at the brewery. Over breakfast, he'd called his mom. With the call on speaker, they talked about the game before he told her his big news. He nearly fell over laughing when she squealed.

Energized by the conversation, he arrived early to training. So early in fact that he had time to chat with Tom, the security officer at the door, peek in on the medical team, who scowled at him since he didn't actually need their help, and took a leisurely pace on the treadmill while watching funny cat videos before anyone else arrived in the workout room.

Addy and Cal strolled in together, approaching almost cautiously. "Hey, Matty, how you doing?" Addy asked.

Lee offered them a bright smile as he tucked his phone away and clicked up the speed a few notches for a better warm-up. "Feeling good. You?"

"Meh. Would have preferred a W on Sunday."

Sobering, Lee agreed. "Sorry."

"Nope. You don't apologize. You didn't do anything wrong."

"But—"

Addy snapped his fingers together, miming ‘shut it.' "You played well. Three tackles and a knockdown. Nothing to sneeze at."

"But—"

"Sometimes they just get lucky. That receiver had a couple of inches on you and the ball was back farther than you were. You tried. You gave one hundred percent out there on the field. That's what I want to see. That's what the coaches want to see. Got it?"

"Yeah. Thanks."

"You're welcome. Don't kill yourself working out thinking that'll make it better." Addy pointed at him.

"Oh, no. I wasn't. I woke up feeling good and just came in early."

"Really? Okay… I'll bite. I thought you were here because you were upset about the loss, so what has you feeling good?"

Lee couldn't contain the smile that sprouted across his face.

Cal chuckled. "Drew?"

"And Mac," Lee added. "They showed up at my place after the game." The way both quarterbacks' eyes lit up had Lee laughing. "Yeah. It was… perfect. We cleared the air and…"

"And…" both men said.

"We're going to try. We're meeting up again after practice today."

"Hoo-rah," Addy grunted, offering a fist to bump. "I hope it works out for you guys. And hey, I hear you frequent The Other Diner. Cal and I would love to join you for a meal. We haven't been in ages."

"Anytime," Lee grinned, leaving off the fact that he knew the owners. That would become apparent the minute they arrived.

Addy patted the treadmill's rail before he and Cal walked toward the bikes for their warm-up. Lee watched how close they stood, their arms brushing. Neither had come out and specifically said they were together, but one only had to look at them to know. Hashtag relationship goals, right there.

Sliding into his car at one-thirty, Lee ordered food to pick up on his way home, then shot off a text to their group chat.

Leaving now.

Drew:

I'm on my way to my car now. My advisor wanted to talk football!

Mac:

I've got to finish up the schedule. Ten minutes tops and I'm outta here.

A tap on Lee's window startled him. Since he hadn't started the car yet, Lee popped open his door. "Hey, Yowie. You need something?"

Yowie braced an arm on the open door and stared down at Lee. "We weren't on the field today, but you still seemed distracted. And quiet… and antsy. You looked like you wanted to bolt during game review, so I'm kinda surprised you're sitting in your car, not already on the road. What gives?"

A slow smile crept across Lee's face, and his cheeks burned.

Yowie's eyes widened. "What's… Oh! You changed your mind." He laughed as Lee nodded. "And…?"

"And we're meeting at my place. They're running late, so I had a minute to take a breath."

"This is a good thing. I like seeing you happy, but…" —Yowie lost the grin and glared at Lee— "don't let it fuck you up on the field, alright?"

"Got it, Coach."

Yowie lightly slapped Lee's cheek, chuckling, "And don't you forget it. Now go have fun storming the castle."

"Hoo-rah," Lee hooted, listening to Yowie's laughter as his line captain walked away. "Hoo. Rah." And his grin grew twice as big.

Lighter-than-normal traffic eased his way home, leaving Lee relaxed with a low thrum of excitement bubbling beneath his skin. He stacked the takeout he'd pick up on the way home in the refrigerator and then put his gear away before pacing around his apartment, ensuring everything looked good. With his mom's and aunt's recent visit, the place had gotten a once-over of vacuuming, dusting, and mopping while they made him clean the bathrooms from top to bottom. He gave the master en suite another swipe just because, then did the same to the kitchen counters and refrigerator door handles.

Then he paced. He grabbed a Frost and sipped it. He gazed out the window. He checked to make sure he had everything for their dinner. Fuck, if they didn't get here soon, he was going to?—

The doorknob rattled and turned. "Knock, knock."

Lee hurried across the apartment, meeting Drew as he shut the door. Taking Drew's face between his hands, he kissed him. Hard. Demanding he open, and thanking God and every single god and goddess of lust and love he could think of when Drew's lips parted for his tongue.

Drew dropped the bag he'd brought, latching onto Lee with a tight grip. "Holy hell," he whispered when they parted once before diving back in.

Humming, Lee agreed. Nothing had ever tasted or ever felt this good. The only thing better would be if?—

"I'm here, and it seems like I've arrived just in time." Mac pushed right into their embrace, stealing Lee away and taking what he wanted.

With Mac holding Lee's chin and dominating their passionate kiss, and Drew's fingers sneaking under his shirt and tracing the trail of hair from navel to cock, Lee's dick turned rock hard. This was happening. Now. Lee's little head was in full control. "Bed?"

"Splendid idea." Mac herded Lee toward the bedroom while Drew bent down to pick up his bag. "Great," Mac said, after turning only his head to see what Drew had. "You've set us up for success. Well done."

"Thanks. I try." Drew breezed by them, getting into the bedroom first and fumbling with whatever was in his hands.

Lee craned his neck to see, gaze zeroing in on the box of condoms and the larger bottle of lube as Drew placed them on the nightstand. Damn, he should have thought of that. He had lube, of course, but since he hadn't planned on being with anyone, condoms hadn't been on his shopping list.

" Tsk, tsk , none of that." Mac snagged the hem of Lee's shirt and lifted it over his head. "You've had a lot on your mind. We've got it covered. We just need to know one thing."

The raised eyebrow and smirk had Lee's nerves firing as he tentatively reached for Mac's tee to undress him. "What's that?"

Drew came up behind Mac and put his arms around the slender waist, hugging his best friend to his bare chest. "Top, bottom, or vers?"

Lee froze, his brain redirecting from its disappointment at missing Drew removing his shirt and exposing that chiseled chest and broad shoulders to his purview. "Uh… I've only ever topped. The men I've been with?—"

Mac pressed his fingers to Lee's mouth. "Not what we asked." He let his fingertips drag softly across Lee's lips as he dropped his hand to cup Lee's jaw.

"I… uh… I've wanted to… Vers," he admitted, meeting their gaze, "but I've never…"

"Shh… Don't worry. I'll take it slow, make it so good for you."

Lee suppressed a shiver of want when Mac's hand slid backward to hold the side of his head, those delicate fingertips teasing the skin behind his ear. He stared at Mac. "Really? I would have thought…" His gaze shifted to Drew, who laughed.

"He runs a diner. I think dominance is in his bones. Might be part of the reason why Mac and I never worked when we were younger, but I've had enough experience since then to know I like both."

Younger… Yes, Lee was younger than them. Not by much but enough in this case that they had more sexual experience than what he'd had in college with his singular, vanilla, "I only bottom" boyfriend.

He looked from one to the other. From Mac to Drew, back to Mac's solemn yet soft gaze. Neither man said anything more, and both seemed to have endless patience to hear what Lee wanted.

"I…" What did he want to say? I'll try? I want it? Be gentle with me? Lee chuckled internally because he wanted all of that and more. Again he looked at each man, then he closed his eyes, and breathed deeply, letting the caress of Mac's fingers calm him. He heard a rustle of clothing, and then Drew's hands landed softly on his shoulders, thumbs kneading into the tight muscles.

Lee let his head droop forward, a Pavlov's response to someone massaging his neck. Another notch of tension departed, leaving Lee feeling relaxed, but that low thrum took hold again when Mac's nails scratched his scalp.

"You're like putty in our hands," Mac said with a whispered chuckle. "You let us take care of you tonight."

It wasn't a question, but… Lee frowned, his shoulders tightening enough that Drew made a noise of concern.

"Shh…" Mac crooned. "There'll be plenty of other times. I'm not worried. Drew's not worried. We're in this, and not going anywhere unless you tell us you're done. Are you done, Lee?"

Oh fuck, the steel that had leeched into Mac's voice had the butterflies in Lee's belly stilling and his cock straining its cotton confines. "No," he whispered.

"Fuck, that was hot," Drew murmured.

Mac snickered. He stripped off his shirt and then stepped forward, pressing his chest to Lee's while pulling Drew to the side and kissing him hard. Lee enjoyed the show while stuck in the middle between these two gorgeous best friends whom he helped bring together.

When they parted, Mac turned a sure eye on him, making Lee feel even less in control. Mac took a step back. "Drew, finish undressing Lee, then lose your clothes, too."

Drew's hands glided down Lee's back until his fingers snagged on the waistband. He tugged at the team-issued athletic pants. As he slid them over Lee's boxer briefs, his hand brushing across Lee's cock, he joked, "I think we'll have to invest in some grey sweatpants for Lee. These are nice, but assets need to be shown off."

Mac hummed his agreement as he removed his work polo and khaki shorts. Lee enjoyed the quick show as Mac stripped off everything except his light blue bikini briefs, the front pouch bulging with his erection. Gimme. He curled his hands into fists to keep from touching.

Chuckling, Mac eyed Lee. "I'm going to have so much fun with the two of you." He tucked his thumbs into the brief's band and shucked them down his legs. Straightening, he exposed his long, thick length standing proudly at attention.

Drew's gasp echoed Lee's own. "Me first," Drew whimpered, slipping around Lee to stand in front of him like he needed to be the head of the line.

Considering their long history, Lee wanted them to experience being together before he snuck his way between them. He gladly allowed Drew to "go first" and even gave him a push. Drew stumbled into Mac's arms, staring up at his taller, best friend.

They were a beautiful contrast of dark and light. Mac, an inch or so taller than Lee's six-one, slender with firm muscles, his skin paler, light blond hair dusting his chest. Drew was the shortest of them, maybe five-ten or eleven, with defined muscles from working out. His chiseled chest and abs free of the dark hair that Lee had expected.

Lee rubbed a hand across his chest, the dark curls there brushing his palm. Height-wise, he was right in the middle, but he had them beat in breadth of shoulders and thickness of thighs. He'd been hitting the gym for football since middle school, so they were years in the making, and he'd fine-tuned his workouts with the help of his uni's athletic trainers to keep his body in tip-top condition.

He widened his stance as he watched Mac toy with Drew. Lee swore he could feel the ghost of touch as Mac ran his fingertips across the back of Drew's shoulders. Subtly, he adjusted himself, his cock cramped inside its fabric cage.

Mac turned Drew to face Lee before sliding his hands down Drew's sides. The move emphasized the way Drew's body curved and the plain white briefs, the kind Lee hadn't worn since high school because tighty-whities weren't sexy. How wrong he'd been. The bright white against Drew's sun-kissed flesh… Fuck, he wanted to kiss that border above the stretched latex. He wanted to get on his knees and run his tongue along the underside of Drew's ass, just below the cotton band.

"Do it," Mac said, lifting his chin as he stared at Lee. He took a step back and motioned for him to come forward.

Holy shit. Lee shivered at the cool command, and helpless to his rising lust, he closed the two steps between him and Drew and dropped to his knees. Pressing his face into the fabric, Lee basked in the heat and musk of Drew's arousal. He could even feel the spot of wetness dampening the cotton above the tip of Drew's cock.

Lee did what he'd imagined. He ran the tip of his tongue along the edge of the band between thigh and body. He kissed the head of Drew's cock with its cotton hood. Lee licked at the treasure trail before he ducked down, stuck his nose under Drew's balls, and inhaled deeply.

Drew's fingernails scratched Lee's nape and scalp as he lightly held the back of Lee's head. Above him, Lee heard the smack of lips and a quiet groan. When Mac shuffled closer, Lee glided a hand from his calf to his ass, then squeezed the firm globe before reversing direction.

The edge of Drew's briefs lowered thanks to Mac's thumb. Lee took over, edging them down Drew's legs, and allowing him to study the engorged cock staring him in the eye. A drop of precum bubbled at the slit, and Lee's mouth watered.

"Stick out your tongue," Mac ordered, taking hold of the base of Drew's thick erection.

Fuck! The steel in Mac's voice was hot, hot, hot. Lee swallowed and then opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out as he tilted his chin up to watch his new boyfriends as he held still.

"You want Lee to suck your dick, Drew?" Mac teased with a sly grin, giving the cock in his hand a little wave. "You want to feel his lips wrapped around you? Feel the wet heat of that pretty mouth?"

Holy shit. Lee never would have pictured Mac with such a dirty mouth, but he loved it. Loved. It. Damn, he'd never look at Mac the same way again because he'd remember those filthy words spilling from his lips. Every word from that moment forward until they parted in the morning would be laced with innuendo. He'd keep Lee figuratively on his knees even though he'd still be standing.

"Yes. Yes, please," Drew begged in a whispered plea, hanging onto Mac with one arm while he continued to gently hold Lee's head. "I want that."

Mac's smile grew. He tugged Drew closer as he dove for his mouth, locking them in a heated kiss that rivaled anything Lee had ever seen in movies or his occasional dalliance into porn. Afraid to even close his mouth for fear that Mac would take his reward away, all Lee could do was watch.

When they broke apart, Mac stared down at him. "Good boy."

Lee squirmed with the praise, opening his mouth even wider, like a baby bird waiting to be fed. He didn't have to wait any longer as Mac guided the weeping tip of Drew's cock to his tongue. Tuning out everything but the flavor exploding on his tongue and the sheer lust blazing from his boyfriends' eyes, Lee got his first taste of his men.

"Suck."

Another command Lee happily followed. He closed his mouth around the dripping cockhead, hollowed his cheeks, and slid his tongue along the underside of Drew's full length as he made sucking pulls. He tickled the slit with the tip of his tongue before he grabbed onto both men's legs for leverage and went full-tilt.

"Slow down, Lee. I don't want him to come just yet. Not until I'm balls-deep in him, while he's balls-deep in you."

Drew's gasp was followed by another surge of precum coating Lee's tongue. His own dick wet the fabric of his boxer briefs. Wanting to wrap a hand around his cock, Lee let go to snake a hand inside his underpants.

"Stop."

Lee froze. His fingers caught in the waistband, stilling his tongue and his attempt to drive Drew crazy. He stared at Mac as the other man crouched.

"Did I say you could touch?"

Lee carefully shook his head, not wanting to dislodge Drew from his mouth. He lowered his hand, placing his palm on his thigh.

"Better, but I think we should move on. You did well driving Drew wild. Look at how flushed he is. How fast he's breathing. You did that. Let him go and stand up. I'm sure your knees will appreciate the break."

Obediently, Lee let Drew's cock slowly escape the confines of his mouth. He rubbed his cheeks, highly aware of how much work they'd done. God, it had been way too long since he sucked dick. His knees weren't much better when he stood, feeling off balance and weak. Damn it. He was a professional athlete. This sort of workout shouldn't have made him breathless, but then again, these two men had taken his breath away from the very first moment he'd seen them walking by to enter the diner.

Drew and Mac both helped him up and held him steady as he worked out the kinks. "Kinks," he snickered. "Leg kinks, sexy kinks," he expounded when they appeared confused.

"I like sexy kinks," Mac smirked.

Drew shook his head. "You don't like them, you love them, and before we go any further… I love you, Mac, and this isn't playful, silly me." He stared deep into Mac's eyes. "I've been in love with you for a long time."

Lee's heart pounded. He swallowed against the lump in his throat and the tightness in his chest as he watched them. He'd done this. Brought these two best friends together, and a fresh wash of guilt flowed over him. He shouldn't be here. They didn't need him in the middle. He took a step back, suddenly thankful that he still had his underwear on.

Mac took Drew's face between his hands as he leaned in. "I love you, too," he whispered before kissing him softly and sweetly.

Lee took another step backward, and another and another until he reached the bathroom, where he shut the door and locked it before sinking to the floor, regret stinging his eyes.