12. Damon

CHAPTER 12

DAMON

Damon wasn't exactly sure how he'd ended up on his knees with Taylor's dick in his mouth, but he wasn't complaining. It was kind of perfect actually. He shuffled over, making room for Nash, crowded in next to him. He released Taylor's dick but didn't go anywhere.

"He tastes incredible," Damon said to Nash. Taylor whimpered when Nash moved in closer.

Damon dragged his tongue down the shaft and nestled his nose into the thatch of trimmed pubes at the base of Taylor's cock. "He smells good too," Damon purred.

Taylor's laugh was a little high-pitched, almost frantic sounding. "It's literally just body wash." Taylor's fingers sank into Damon's hair, scraping against his scalp so gently it made Damon shiver.

He'd had all kinds of sex before, but nothing like this. Up until this point, Damon had been a one-person-at-a-time kind of guy, but he couldn't get the idea out of his head that this was better. He'd still have Nash, who was his anchor and his safe space. Nash, who had knocked down all of Damon's walls to storm his castle and become his king. And now there was Taylor. Their prize. Their princess.

Damon was terrified of wanting something as much as he wanted this. But he let himself want, even though he could feel his heart quaking with excitement and fear.

Taylor gently guided Damon's head, turning it with the slightest bit of pressure in the right places. Damon found Nash was right there when he turned his head. He'd released Taylor's cock and was looking at Damon with hooded eyes and spit-slick lips.

Normally, Damon would have a cute little joke to toss out, but today he had nothing. This wasn't the time to joke. Not when all he could think about were the two insanely attractive men that he was lucky enough to share this with.

With silent urging from Taylor, Damon ran his tongue down his shaft. Taylor gasped when Nash mirrored his actions. Damon reached for Nash and held on to him, suddenly needing to touch him.

Their mouths came together around the head of Taylor's cock and they kissed. It wasn't a pretty kiss. It was wet and wild and obscene. And perfect. Licking Taylor's taste off Nash's tongue was Damon's newest favorite thing. Taylor's hips started to buck and he keened.

"Fucking hell—close," Taylor warned them, but they didn't care. Their kiss didn't stop or slow. If anything, the promise of Taylor's impending release fueled their passion.

Taylor whined and Damon took over. Ending the kiss with Nash had been almost painful, but he needed this. He took Taylor down as deep as he could and tormented him with his tongue, swirling it over the head of Taylor's cock whenever he pulled back.

Above him, Taylor and Nash were kissing, but Taylor was still whimpering and writhing, even more so now that Nash was tweaking his nipples. Taylor's entire body went rigid, and Damon hummed his approval and his consent.

Taylor came hard, flooding Damon's mouth as he cried out into Nash's. Even though the sound was muffled, it was still one of the best things Damon had ever heard.

Damon could tell the moment they stopped kissing because post-orgasmic Taylor was a talker.

"Holy shit, that was—" He let out a gasp when Damon kept teasing his cock with his tongue, licking it clean before finally releasing it. "That was—wow. I've never seen anything so hot. I want to do that to one of you."

Taylor tried to slide off the couch, but Nash sat next to him and pulled him back down.

"There's plenty of time for that later," Nash assured him.

Taylor went boneless as all the fight left him. "You know, three people were in the room, but only one person got an orgasm. That seems unbalanced." Taylor's lips turned up into a mischievous smile and his gaze shifted back and forth between Damon and Nash.

"We need to talk about this before we keep going," Nash said, tugging Taylor's pants back up. "As much as I want to see more of you, and do more of this, we should talk."

Taylor dutifully let Nash help him redress, though Damon noticed that he didn't do up his pants.

Damon leaned forward and against Taylor. He reached for Nash and hooked an arm around one of Nash's legs, hugging his calf while Taylor played with Damon's hair. His dick was still hard as steel and throbbing unhappily in his pants, but he could be a responsible adult and have a conversation about this before he worried too much about his neglected dick.

"I swear if either of you utter the words ‘this was a mistake,' I will kick your asses. Don't think I can't."

Damon knew Taylor couldn't. He wasn't the violent type, and he'd never been in a fight. But none of that mattered anyway because Damon had no intention of saying anything of the sort.

"That's not at all what I was going to say." Nash pulled Taylor closer and dropped a kiss on his temple. Seeing Nash be affectionate with Taylor did something funny to Damon's insides. It was a new kind of happiness. Something fresh and fragile that he wanted to nurture like one of Taylor's plants.

"Me either." Damon closed his eyes and relished the way Taylor raked his fingers through Damon's hair, almost like he was petting him.

"So now that we've established that we're in some kind of ridiculously hot love triangle, what's next?" Taylor's voice was soft, and Damon could hear the nerves in it, the way it wavered in uncertainty.

Damon made himself open his eyes and look at Taylor. "We do whatever we want."

Damon truly wished it was that easy. He'd barely, finally, upgraded Nash from not-so-casual hookup to boyfriend status, and now they were both involved with Taylor. What even was his life?

"Damon, look at me," Nash said.

Damon dragged his eyes open again and gazed up at Nash. He blinked slowly, like he was waking from a dream he desperately wanted to remain in.

Damon tightened his grip on Nash. "I'm sorry."

Nash smiled down at him. God, he was gorgeous. Damon always did like the tall, dark, and handsome, permanent five o'clock shadow look that Nash had going on.

"Don't be sorry. We're all new to this, and sometimes any one of us might need to be reassured, but Taylor and I deserve to have all of you, not just the insecure bits. You're amazing. You do know that, right?"

Damon tried for levity and he forced a lopsided smile. "I am pretty great." His words didn't come out with any of the intended enthusiasm. Instead of joking, Damon went for honesty. Sometimes it sucked to be an adult. But he wanted this to work, and hiding behind humor would only get him so far. "I'm sorry I got so in my head about this."

Taylor, who had looked so very natural curled into Nash's side, extracted himself from Nash's hold and slid down to the floor and into Damon's lap. Damon winced and shifted around until they were both comfortable. Taylor wrapped his arms around Damon's neck and kissed him chastely on the mouth.

"If it makes you feel better, I haven't dated two people at the same time before either." He turned his head, looking up at Nash. "What about you?"

"Nope. I've always wanted something like this, but I'd never met the right people."

Damon liked to believe the until now was there at the end of Nash's sentence, just silent. The three of them felt like an inevitability.

Taylor grinned and looked back at Damon. "See, we're all new to this. And we're probably all insecure about things sometimes. The two of you were together first; that makes me feel like an intruder."

"You're not," Damon said at the same time as Nash, earning him a smile.

"And I'll have to trust that the both of you mean that until I get more comfortable. And you'll have to trust that we're okay with whatever is going on between the three of us."

"What about everyone else? What are we going to tell them?" Damon asked. He'd been secretly worried about the reaction of the Bennett brothers, and their dad, who was like a parent to Damon.

Taylor scoffed. "For now, we tell them nothing. I've never made a habit of talking about my love life with Jonah, who was never interested, and Colby, who still pretends that I need to be protected from everything. I'm not about to start now. We'll tell them when we tell them. They won't die from lack of knowledge."

Taylor and Nash were both so confident about this decision that Damon had no problem going along with it. It wasn't like they were getting married or anything. Not that three people could get married anyway. Or that Damon had thought about marriage much. He wondered, if two of them did get married, which two it would be. Taylor, for sure, because he'd look phenomenal in anything he decided to wear.

Taylor laughed and pressed a kiss against Damon's cheek. "Did we blow your mind? Where did you go?" he asked, still smiling.

"You have the prettiest smile," Damon told him. It felt like he'd burst if he didn't tell Taylor what he was thinking because he'd held back for so long. But now that the cat was out of the bag, Damon could lavish him with compliments.

"We're not going to get anything figured out if the two of you don't behave," Nash said, not at all in a serious tone of voice.

"We don't have to figure everything out this minute, do we?" Taylor looked over his shoulder and gazed up at Nash. The affection in Taylor's eyes made Damon's breath catch.

"The two of you make it hard to want to be a responsible adult." Nash attempted a scowl, but he couldn't hide how happy he was.

Damon's heart was so full it was hard to breathe. Okay, and Taylor sitting on his lap had a lot to do with tightness elsewhere. Damon's cock was still very much in need of some attention, but he could ignore it a little longer.

"I don't know how to do this." Admitting it was hard for him and he was disgruntled when Taylor shrugged.

"Neither do I. I think we can sort of wing it, right? I know you guys had an open thing going, but I want you to know that I'm not into dating anyone who isn't one of you."

Damon rolled Taylor's admission around in his head. Until Taylor, Damon hadn't been interested in anyone who wasn't Nash. "I feel the same way," he said, looking at Nash, waiting for his contribution to the conversation.

"I don't either."

Taylor bit his lip. "So it's just the three of us?" He smiled softly. "I can live with that. Does that mean you're both my boyfriends now?"

Damon felt like a dragon who wanted to protect his hoard. "Hell, yes, we're both your boyfriends now. How does that make you feel?" Damon wanted to know everything about Taylor.

"I never thought I'd get one boyfriend, let alone two." Taylor's face flushed crimson. "I mean, I thought of how nice it would be, in an abstract sort of way, if I had a boyfriend. Or two boyfriends. But it was mostly a pipe dream. I almost can't believe it's real."

Damon couldn't resist pressing a kiss against Taylor's cheek.

Taylor wiggled in Damon's lap and angled for another kiss. "We could be doing a lot more, but someone—" He paused and looked up at Nash. "—Insisted we talk first."

If Nash was affected by Taylor's words, he hid it well. "Yes, heaven forbid I make us use our brains before we use our dicks."

"Well, I don't know about you two, but my brain has had enough time in the spotlight." Taylor leaned into Damon and pressed their lips together. "You two were so fucking hot. I thought I was going to come too early and embarrass myself."

"I'd have considered it high praise." Damon slid his hand up the back of Taylor's shirt and splayed his fingers across skin that was impossibly soft. "Are you soft everywhere?"

Taylor ground himself into Damon, pressing their erections together. "Almost everywhere."