40. Mac

CHAPTER 40

MAC

Too distracting? Mac huffed. How could it be him that was too distracting? Seriously, he was goddamn lucky with two studs for boyfriends. Add in the fact that neither minded his brand of dominant fuckery in the bedroom… Yeah, he couldn't have asked for better.

The quiet ride with Drew gave him time to plot a plan to get them from point A to point B. B stands for Bed, of course. Though C for Cooking might have to be first.

"I'm so nervous my butterflies have butterflies," Drew said, breaking their silence. "Do you think he wants us to keep our relationship on the down low?"

"What?" Oh… that's right. C was for Conversation. Damn. He'd forgotten all about the "needing to talk" text with the craziness of the fire. Fucking Troy. What a tool. He hoped Carey caught him dead to rights and tossed his ass in jail. Not only would he be booked on the arson charges but also for violating the terms of the restraining order.

"... relations is probably going out of her mind. Or maybe not. The Troopers have so many queer players and staff now. It's probably par for the course."

"Drew, sorry. What are you talking about?"

Drew parked in one of the guest spaces and turned off the car. He peered at Mac. "Let me guess, your brain is on the ABC's right now. Anal, Bed, Cum, Dick."

"Oh, fuck you," Mac laughed. "Eager, Fucking, Gorgeous." He popped open his door and got out.

Drew hooted. "I was right." He circled the car and swaggered into Mac's personal space. "Hot, Iconic, Jacking, Kneeling, and no matter what he says, we aren't leaving his place until we get to some amazing S and our heads hit the pillows for some Z's."

"I like this plan." Mac grinned, grabbed Drew's nape, and hauled him in for a deep kiss.

"Mmm… That's a nice visual," Lee said, sidling up beside them. "Be better if we take it inside, though."

Once the door was closed, Mac tugged Lee to him. "I want my hello kiss." He dove in, pressing their bodies together, grinding his hip into Lee's groin and getting the groan he wanted to hear.

Lee blinked, slightly dazed, when Mac released him into Drew's care, watching as they shared a kiss of their own. He let them linger for a minute, enjoying the show before he spoke.

"Let's get the talking part of our night out of the way, then we can continue the mostly non-verbal, highly anticipated, other part. Plan? Good." He clapped his hands like he was breaking a huddle on the field.

Lee rolled his eyes. "Fine, but I need something to drink. Do you want something? Water, Gatorade. There's still some of that ale you brought." They brought their beverages to the small living room and took seats where they could see each other. Drew and Lee took opposite sides of the couch while Mac sat on the coffee table between them.

When Lee fidgeted with his Frost label and didn't start talking right away, Mac decided he should get the ball rolling. "Drew, you said you also had something to share."

"Oh. Yeah. Uh." He turned toward Lee. "I was watching you on the field today."

Lee cringed. "I was awful. Had too much on my mind and kept fucking up."

Drew nodded. "Yeah, well, Fitz saw and sort of threatened me."

"What!?" Lee's eyes bugged. "He did not."

"Who's Fitz?" Mac asked before Drew went further.

"He's the team's general manager," Drew explained. "He does all the hiring and firing, and his office handles everything from uniforms to meals to travel. If it has to deal with money, he's involved, and he made it known that I was a distraction to his asset."

"His… asset? He said that?"

Drew shrugged. "Not exactly. He said that you and I, and I quote, ‘fucked with his player,' and that we better not be a distraction."

"Wow," Lee said, leaning back into his corner of the couch. He glanced from Drew to Mac before he ducked his head. "He's kinda right. You are a distraction, but" —he held up a hand to forestall them from saying anything— "we can fix it, I hope."

"How?" Mac slid across the table and put a hand on Lee's knee.

"It's like I mentioned earlier. My decision—our decision—and how it affects you."

"Whether or not to come out. I get it. It'll put Drew and me in the crosshairs of the media." Mac puffed up. He was ready and willing to deal with the press.

"And the diner." Lee covered Mac's hand.

He deflated just as quick. "Oh. Right. So we need to talk to my parents and Katy."

"Exactly."

Mac thought about it, trying to parse his folks' reaction. He didn't think they'd mind… Anything for publicity, right? But maybe they wouldn't want to be overrun. They loved being the neighborhood place in a big city. Everybody knows your name, blah, blah, blah.

"If they want to hire extra security like Caitlin suggested, I'll pay for it." Lee lifted Mac's hand and tugged, pulling him off the table and onto his lap.

Mac straddled Lee's thighs, pushing forward until his cock pressed against his boyfriend's stomach. He cradled Lee's head, then held it steady as he curled down to kiss him. It was slow and steady, touch and go, a delicate embrace that heated quickly.

Drew slid across the couch, crowding them, turning to nibble the side of Lee's throat and palming Mac's ass.

"Tell me," Mac said between kisses, "how will we come out?" He trailed his fingers down Lee's chest, then snuck them under the compression tee to reach skin.

"Caitlin…" Lee moaned, tilting his head as Drew nuzzled under his ear a moment before he took Lee's tendon, the joint between neck and shoulder, between his teeth and growled. "She… um… knows a guy. Football Fandom ."

Drew sat back enough to look at them while still keeping his hands busy on their bodies: one on Mac and one on Lee. "Casey West. I've seen his site. He's a good choice." He pushed Lee's shirt high enough to expose the furred pecs, then rolled to his knees, which allowed him to get his mouth on a pebbled nipple.

Mac helped him out by divesting Lee of the shirt completely. He scooted off Lee's lap and grabbed Lee's waistband, kneeling on the floor as he got him free of the rest of his clothes. Then he went to work on Drew's clothes, getting him naked as well. He took a long minute to just watch the two of them. Watched as Lee tackled Drew to the couch, sprawled on top of him, and kissed him with such a fierce passion that Mac's cock twitched and hardened with want.

He unzipped his pants and stuck a hand down his underwear, but with the clothing's constriction, he just took everything off instead. "Bedroom. Now." He took a few steps away, but when neither man moved, he came back and slapped Lee's ass.

Lee jolted, pushed off the couch, and helped Drew up. Keeping hold of Drew's hand, Lee hurried to the bedroom, letting go to leap onto the bed, twisting and falling onto his back, spreading his arms and legs out like an offering. Drew crawled up the bed, his cock dragging along Lee's leg and nestling alongside Lee's dick as he settled on top, going right back to kissing him.

Mac took his time locating the condoms and lube and found a surprise when he opened the nightstand's drawer. He pulled off a condom and ensured it was within comfortable reach before picking up the bottle of lube and the toy he'd found. He knelt beside his boyfriends' legs. Prepping both of them at the same time would be tricky, but Mac had faith that he'd get the job done and do right by his men.

He coated his fingers and dribbled a line down the crack of Drew's ass. Rubbing light circles around their furled entrances, Mac felt Drew relax and open easily, but Lee tensed. Mac didn't hurry, suspecting that might happen with what Lee had told them. He just kept up the light touch until Lee relaxed with a deep groan. Slowly, he dipped a fingertip inside, marveling at the tight heat that he knew would feel amazing around his cock.

Remembering how they'd responded so nicely to the filthy language he'd gushed the day before, Mac decided to try that again. "Damn, I can't wait to get inside you," he said, listening to their moaned replies. "You're so tight and hot. My cock is so fucking hard right now. So eager to feel you wrapped around him."

Drew chuckled. "Eager. Fucking."

"Your gorgeous ass," Mac finished with a laugh, screwing two fingers deeper into Drew.

"Oh God," Drew groaned while below him Lee panted, clawing at Drew's back.

"So damn hot." Mac added another finger, stretching them while they continued to exchange kisses between heaving breaths. Drew braced on one arm, tweaking and rolling Lee's nipples as he gummed Lee's neck and jaw. Lee squeezed Drew's ass, pulling him open for Mac's viewing pleasure.

"You boys are just too damn sexy. Simply inspirational." Mac withdrew from both of them, slipped on the condom, then grabbed the lube and coated his cock and the plug. "Knees up, Lee." He pushed Lee's leg higher, bending and opening him, then pressed the plug to his anus.

"Fuck. What? How?"

Ridiculous words and rhetorical questions that Mac ignored. "Relax. I've got you. You're going to be so good for me, babe. Let me see you take this. Gonna look so pretty; gonna feel so good."

With steady pressure, Mac eased the plug into Lee's ass. He stared at the flared base nestled between Lee's firm cheeks. "God damn, I was right." He tapped on the base and enjoyed the low humming moan Lee gave him.

"Let me see." Drew lifted upright, and Mac anchored him to his body. He lined his cock up with Drew's hole, and as he slid inside the man he loved, he curled his fingers around Drew's shaft and slowly jacked him for Lee's viewing pleasure.

Mac licked and sucked the skin of Drew's shoulder and neck. Fuck, he tasted good, he smelled good, and as his cock slid home in Drew's ass, Mac's senses exploded.

Drew arched his back, holding Mac's head in place. "Mac. Mac, you gotta move," he pleaded, rocking shallowly on Mac's dick.

"Oh hell, yeah." Mac pulled out and urged Drew down to lie on top of Lee, squeezing a hand between them, making sure their cocks were nestled together. He lined up and buried himself back into Drew in a hard shove that pushed Drew into Lee, knowing their dicks would rub with every thrust Mac gave.

Lee's mewling whimper echoed in Mac's ears. His long arms bypassed Drew between them to tightly grasp Mac's waist.

Mac took up a pounding rhythm, drilling Drew's ass, forcing the two men below him to cry out. He held onto Drew's shoulders as he drove in, snapping his hips savagely until his orgasm snuck up on him and pleasure coursed through his body. His cock jerked, and he came hard. He drew out the euphoria, continuing to pulse his shaft into the splendid heat of Drew's ass.

When he grew too sensitive, he withdrew and discarded the condom, but he kept a hand on Drew's back, keeping his men in place. He should have made sure they'd come first, but when fantasy became reality, he'd lost control.

Back in position, he got a hand on their cocks, holding them together as he bumped Drew's butt, forcing them to rock together as he stroked them off. With his other hand, he got ahold of the plug's base and started working it in and out of Lee.

"My gorgeous boys. My sexy boys. Look at you. Plugged up, fucked out, and you want more… You want to come. Come on then. Let me see you lose it. Yeah. That's it." Mac kept up the dirty talk, urging them on.

Lee clamped his hands on Drew's head and kissed him, muffling his moan as his body shook with his orgasm. Mac shoved two fingers into Drew's hole, rubbed his prostate, and that did it.

Drew ripped his mouth from Lee, shouting, "Fuck," as he let go. His eyes slammed closed, and he curled over Lee, his body shuddering with aftershocks that continued rubbing them together. Once Mac released their spent dicks, Drew collapsed to the bed and blinked owlishly at him.

Mac chuckled as he took in their sated glow. Flushed skin, a sheen of sweat covering their bodies, those small satisfied smiles… Yeah. Fucked out looked good on his boys.