Royal

I woke up yesterday morning with knots in my stomach at the thought of having to choose between Zade and Nash, and this morning I woke up surrounded by a sea of muscles, two pairs of arms around me, all six legs in a tangle.

Even when they both agreed that I wouldn’t have to pick just one I never dreamed it would be such a quick and seamless transition into a relationship between the three of us. I figured Nash would take some coaxing, seeing that he didn’t even realize he was into guys until recently.

When I stepped back through the door of Zade’s apartment to see him with his tongue down Nash’s throat I nearly came in my pants. Holy fuck that was beyond hot.

But even better than the sex last night, was the lazy day the three of us spent together hanging out in our underwear, playing video games, binging Netflix. I’ve never been happier.

“Problem over there, babe?” Zade asks, eyeing the bulge in my pants, as we pull into Nash’s parent’s driveway.

“Ugh, I can’t stop thinking about last night. Quick tell me something unsexy. I can’t go in there with a semi.”

“Boils, scabs, audible dog farts,” Nash offers and Zade and I laugh.

“Yup, that did it.”

Zade puts the car in park and we all climb out.

Zade grabs my hand as we walk toward the door. My free hand twitches with the urge to reach for Nash. It’s all so new, but it already feels vital.

“Me too, babe,” Zade whispers in my ear as if he’s read my mind. I squeeze his fingers in appreciation of the understanding.

Nash pushes open the door and calls out a greeting to his parents.

Every time I step into this house I feel like I’m being transported back in time ten years. Nothing has changed in here since we were teenagers.

Nash’s mom appears, face glowing as she greets us. I’ll never be able to repay Nash and his parents for taking me in when my mom died. I don’t know what would have happened to me if they hadn’t. Maybe it would’ve been okay. Maybe a nice foster family would’ve taken me in. But I might have ended up anywhere. Or maybe it would’ve been one of those foster family horror stories you hear about.

That’s one of the reasons Rainbow House means so much to me. I can’t take all those kids in myself, but I can do my part to make sure they have somewhere safe and a roof over their heads.

Nash gets a hug from his mom and then she turns to me and does the same.

“And who do we have here?” she asks as she smiles at Zade.

“This is my boyfriend, Zade.” I introduce them. “Zade this is Betty, she’s been a second mom to me my whole life.”

Zade offers his hand to shake but Betty pulls him into a hug instead. The knot in my chest loosens a fraction. Truth be told, I was a little nervous introducing her to Zade. I’ve never bought a boyfriend home because I’ve never been all that serious about anyone before. Betty was always supportive of my dating men, but I kind of got the impression that she didn’t quite understand why I’d choose to date men when I’m also attracted to women. I’m not about to try to explain that one to her, so it’s been a topic we’ve mostly ignored.

“Come in, come in. I made tacos.” she says as she ushers us into the kitchen.

Nash’s dad, Mark, is sitting at the table reading a newspaper. He greets us as warmly as Betty had and is friendly to Zade as well.

Over dinner Betty and Mark ask us about work, about our friends, what’s new in our lives. Nothing has changed since we were kids and they put a huge emphasis on family dinners. I always loved coming over here for dinner. After my mom kicked my dad out, she had to take on a second job to keep up with the bills so she wasn’t home much. So, the idea of a mom who was home all the time and cooked elaborate dinners every night was crazy awesome to me. Not to mention having a father figure who was kind and supportive, never raising his hand or his voice.

Nash’s family was like a fairytale in my mind. Some nights when I was home in bed alone, in an empty house, I used to wish that they were my family too. When my mom died guilt over those past thoughts ate at me. My wish had come true in a devastating way. It had taken years of therapy to get past that one.

Throughout dinner Zade finds every excuse to touch or tickle me that he can and Nash’s puppy dog eyes let us know he wishes he could join in as well.

I don’t blame Nash for needing time to get his head around everything before wanting to tell his parents. This has been a whirlwind. But it doesn’t stop me from hating that I can’t reach out and touch him. I’ve just been granted the privilege to touch, so spending a few hours not being allowed to feels like torture.

When Betty and Mark invite us to stay for a game or movie after dinner we politely decline, all three of us desperate to get home and have way fewer clothes on.

When I climb into the backseat with Nash instead of the passenger seat Nash cocks his head in confusion.

“You two better behave back there. Distracting the driver is very dangerous,” Zade warns.

“What could we possibly do that would be distracting?” I ask with mock innocence before grabbing the front of Nash’s shirt and dragging him into a kiss.

Despite my mood, I keep the kiss light and playful and Nash seems happy to follow suit. After a few minutes of making out in the back seat like a couple of teenagers I pull back and smooth the loose strands of Nash’s long hair out of his face.

“Hey, how are you doing with everything?”

Nash’s eyes soften and his lips quirk up in a half-smile.

“Don’t worry I’m not on the verge of freaking out or anything.”

“I didn’t say you were. This has been sort of a crazy few days for you, so I want to know how you’re feeling.”

“Honestly? Better than I expected. I didn’t plan on all of this, but it feels so right.”

“Yeah,” I sigh happily, letting Nash pull me in to rest against his chest. “It really does.”

“I third that,” Zade calls from the front seat, his eyes catching us through the rearview mirror.

My heart melts at the look of joy reflected in Zade’s face. Most people aren’t lucky enough to have one soulmate, somehow I hit the jackpot and got two.

“You should tell him you love him,” Nash whispers in my ear.

“Don’t you think it’s too soon?”

“Not if it’s true.”

I nod against Nash’s chest and enjoy his arms around me for the rest of the ride home.

This time when we all get out of the car I get to have each of my men at hand.

When we step through the door to our small house the energy between us is instantly charged. Nash’s hand trembles almost imperceptibly against mine.

Zade must sense Nash’s nerves as well because instead of heading straight for the bedroom like I was half expecting, Zade steers us toward the couch and then disappears to the kitchen to grab some drinks.

“Hey,” I give a stray strand of Nash’s hair a little tug and he smiles. “You don’t have to be nervous. You know Zade and I would never hurt you, right?”

Nash takes my hand and brings it to his mouth to kiss my palm. Then, he kisses down my wrist and along the colorful ink on my arm.

“I trust you, Royal. Always.”

I relax into his touch as he continues the journey with his lips up my arm, along my collar bone, across my neck, finally reaching my lips.

The couch shifts behind me as Zade returns and the last missing piece slots into place as his lips brush my shoulder.

I pull back from the kiss with Nash and  turn to find my man, my gorgeous Marine, watching us and palming his own erection through his jeans.

“Hey, baby.” I lean toward Zade, and he tugs me against his hard body and devours my mouth.

As I melt against Zade, his hands roam over my back and ass, and then drag my shirt over my head. We part just long enough for him to get my shirt off and fling it somewhere out of the way. When Zade slams his lips back into mine, another set of lips brushes against my shoulder from behind, lighting a fire inside me. As two pairs of hands caress and explore my body my cock has never been harder in my life.

“Stand up,” Zade instructs, giving me a smack on the ass.

“Bossy,” I tease, but do as he says.

As soon as I’m standing in front of him, Zade unzips my pants.

Zade leans close to Nash and claims his mouth in a hungry kiss. My cock gives a desperate throb as pre-cum soaks my bright blue jock. When their kiss ends Zade whispers something in Nash’s ear. Nash nods and stands up, moving to stand behind me.

Nash returns to kissing and nipping at my neck and shoulders, his hands now roaming to the front of my body. Nash’s fingers tug at my nipple ring at the same moment that Zade drops my pants and jock around my ankles and teases the head of my cock with his tongue. A hard pulse zings through me, and another drop of pre-cum leaks from my slit. Zade eagerly laps it up.

I buck my hips, desperate for more. Zade’s hand wraps around my length and tugs me in long, heavy strokes, pulling more drips of pre-cum from me.

“So fucking sexy,” Zade murmurs, continuing to lap at each droplet as it forms, but not actually taking me into his mouth.

“Tell me what to do, Royal. I want to make you feel good,” Nash says, his words sending a wave of heat through me. “Anything you want.”

“Fuck,” I moan as Zade’s tongue teases the base of my cock before lavishing my balls. “I want you to rim me, while Zade sucks my cock.”

No sooner is the request past my lips is Nash kneeling behind me, his hands spreading my ass cheeks. My eyes roll back and my knees buckle as Nash’s tongue tentatively licks my hole at the same time Zade’s lips wrap around the head of my cock. Zade’s hands on my hips brace me and keep my standing as I’m assaulted with sensations.

Nash’s licks are teasing at first as he gets comfortable with the act. But the louder I moan the more confidence he seems to develop as he goes from teasing the tip of his tongue around my sensitive hole to full, hungry licks, gorging himself on my ass. At the same time Zade sucks and teases my cock, alternating between long, deep drags and tormenting, fast licks. I’m a panting writhing mess grasping at any flesh I can reach, touching both my men in equal measure.

“Oh god, I’m gonna cum,” I warn as Zade takes me all the way to the back of his throat while Nash shoves his tongue inside me. I’m shaking with restraint, desperate for this to never end.

Zade moans at my declaration and sucks harder, grabbing my balls and giving them a gentle tug. My muscles tighten and throb, my ass clamping tight around Nash’s tongue as waves of pleasure wash over me and I scream Nash and Zade’s names until my body is spent.

I slump forward and Zade catches me

“God you’re gorgeous,” Zade says as he gets to his feet, continuing to steady me on my shaky legs. “Nash, you’re so perfect,” Zade adds, helping Nash to his feet and kissing him.

“I love you,” I say to no one in particular as their strong bodies surround me. “Take me to bed.”

They don’t hesitate to usher me through the living room to my bedroom.

As we reach my room my mind starts to work again and I know exactly what I want to do for my men tonight. I grab Nash by the belt loops and drag him toward me, making quick work of his pants. Then, I position him standing at the foot of the bed before turning to Zade and undressing him as well. Then, I go to my dresser and take out a condom and my bottle of lube and hand them to Zade.

In spite of how hard I just came in the living room, I’m aching and ready to go again at the thought of what’s about to come.

Zade has no trouble taking the hint as I climb onto the bed on my hands and knees, my face toward Nash. Zade climbs onto the bed behind me. He runs his hands over the globes of my ass and then gives each one a quick smack.

Nash watches transfixed as Zade squirts a generous amount of lube onto his fingers and then spreads it around my hole before slipping two fingers inside.

Nash’s cock twitches just inches from my face as Zade works me over. I never appreciated how much concentration it would take to suck and get fucked at the same time. But hey, I always brag about how I never shy away from a challenge.

I tilt my head up so Nash can see my face and then I lick my lips. As if he can read my mind, Nash grabs my hair and jerks my head closer. My lips part on a moan. Fuck I love being manhandled. There’s no doubt in my mind this is heaven.

Without warning Zade’s fingers are replaced by the broad head of his dick. I let out a long moan as Zade eases inside me, and Nash takes the opportunity to shove his dick in my mouth. I whimper as my senses are overloaded with pleasure.

The heavy drag of Nash’s cock against my tongue is matched by each one of Zade’s well aimed thrusts against my prostate.

Zade’s fingers dig into my hips as he pounds into me while I grunt and moan around Nash’s cock.

“Oh god...Royal, fuck,” Nash cries as I suck him deep, my throat constricting around the head of his cock while I swallow down some of my saliva. “I’m so close.”

At Nash’s warning Zade reaches around and jerks me off in time with his thrusts. My balls draw tight as heat billows from the pit of my stomach through my limbs. I let out a muffled scream as pleasure hits me full force. Almost simultaneously Nash’s cum splashes against my tongue and down my throat, and Zade’s cock pulses deep in my ass with his release.

I must’ve blacked out for a second because the next thing I know we’re all lying together on my bed in a pile of sweat and man flesh.

“This is why I got a king size bed,” I murmur in a half-dead stupor.

“Three years ago you purchased this bed in anticipation of a time when you'd spoon between me and a Marine after being spit roasted?” Nash teases

“You're goddamn right.”

“Former Marine,” Zade corrects, tightening his grasp around my waist.

Nash and I chuckle. Two sets of lips brush against my face, and then I hear the lip smacking sound of a kiss between Zade and Nash.

Dear God, seriously...good job. Love, Royal. Amen.

 

 

Nash

I wake up naked, sweaty, and happy as hell. Without opening my eyes I scoot closer to Royal’s sleeping form beside me and nuzzle my nose into his neck. He gives me a drowsy murmur of appreciation but doesn’t stir. Cracking my eyes I notice that it’s just the two of us in bed.

Doing my best not to wake Royal I slip out of bed and pull on my boxers that are laying on the floor.

Making my way into the kitchen I stop in my tracks when I’m met with the broad, muscular frame of a half-naked man, cooking breakfast.

“Morning,” Zade smiles at me and I notice for the first time a dimple on his right cheek, and the way his emerald eyes sparkle.

“Morning,” I mutter, almost awestruck at how beautiful the man before me is.

Zade pours three cups of coffee and hands one to me before taking the other two to the kitchen table.

“How are you feeling?” Zade asks, looking me over with concern like I’m about to freak out at any second.

“I’m great,” I bite out more harshly than necessary. “You and Royal need to chill. True, this man-on-man...on-man stuff is new to me, but I’m a sexually experienced adult. I’ve had time to think about this and I know what I want.”

“And what exactly do you want?” Zade’s tone has taken a turn into flirty, all deep and rumbly, and so fucking hot.

“Everything.”

“Then that’s what we’ll give you,” Zade says as he leans across the table with his gaze trained on my lips.

I lick my lips and meet him halfway, groaning as the taste of coffee and pure Zade hits my tongue.

“I could get used to this,” Royal’s voice brings a smile to both of our lips, but doesn’t stop the kiss.

When we pull back I hold my arms open for Royal. My heart somersaults when he slides easily onto my lap, taking the coffee Zade offers him in exchange for a kiss. Then, Royal turns his face toward me and puckers his lips expectantly. I chuckle and oblige him with a smacking kiss.

“I love you,” Royal says, cupping my jaw and running his thumb through my morning stubble.

“I love you.” I brush one more kiss to his lips, this one slow and achingly sweet.

When Royal pulls back he turns and looks at Zade, who’s watching us with longing in his eyes.

“I love you,” Royal tells Zade.

A look of surprise crosses Zade’s face and then morphs into a hopeful smile.

“I figured you were saying it to Nash last night,” Zade admits.

Royal crawls from my lap to Zade’s and wraps his arms around Zade’s neck. The way Zade clutches Royal and buries his face against Royal’s neck makes my heart swell with joy. There’s so much love in his expression even before he works up the words for Royal.

“I love you, too.”

Zade holds Royal tight for another few seconds before he finally eases his grip and let’s Royal turn around on his lap so he can drink his coffee.

“Hey, you’ve known Royal his whole life,” Zade says.

“Yeah,” I confirm.

“So what’s his real name?”

A laugh escapes me. It’s been twenty years since I thought about Royal’s real name. I open my mouth to let Zade in on it, hoping we can tease the hell out of Royal together now. Royal slaps his hand over my mouth and gives me a stern glare.

“Don’t you dare tell him.”

Zade’s mouth falls open.

“Are you seriously never going to tell me?” Zade complains.

Royal shoots me a warning look and I lick the palm of his hand in an attempt to get him to pull it away from my mouth.

“If that’s supposed to gross me out you’re failing, all it’s doing is making me horny,” he informs me. “If you tell him my real name I’ll stop letting you beat me at Halo,” he warns before pulling his hand back.

“You do not let me beat you. I’m way better than you are at Halo,” I argue.

Royal rolls his eyes at me and then slides onto my lap.

“Whatever you need to tell yourself.”

Zade reaches over and links his fingers with Royals while I wrap my arm around Royal’s waist, and the three of us enjoy our coffee. Every once in a while Zade uses his free hand to brush against my thigh or my arm in light, casual touches. Everything feels right in the universe.

 

 

Zade

It took all my willpower to drag myself away from Nash and Royal making out on the couch like horny teenagers. But, I had plans to grab brunch with Thane and my guys aren’t going anywhere. My guys, god that sounds so fucking good.

Everything about yesterday was utter perfection. I hadn’t dared to dream that things would work out this well and this quickly. Granted, Nash and I have a lot of getting to know each other to do, but everything feels so right so far.

I step into the small café and spot Thane waiting for me at a table in the far corner.

“Somebody looks awfully happy this morning,” Thane accuses as I approach. “I take it things are going well with Royal?”

“Better than ever.”

“And, Nash?” Thane asks.

I draw back with surprise. I never once mentioned to Thane my suspicion that Nash had a thing for Royal, or that I’ve been crushing on him a bit as well.

“Madden and I noticed Nash gazing longingly at you two the other night at the bar. I figured you’d get that worked out,” Thane explains with an arched eyebrow, daring me to argue.

“I’m not going to give you details, perv,” I chide, making sure my face is stern and not smug. “All I’m going to say is that the three of us are figuring things out...together.”

Thane’s smile softens.

“All teasing aside, I hope it all works out. I like seeing you this happy.”

“Thanks. I could say the same to you. How’s Madden doing?”

“Better every day. It’s a learning process for me to let him stand on his own rather than trying to protect him from everything. He’s stronger than ever and he amazes me every day.”

I don’t miss the reverence in Thane’s voice and I couldn’t be happier for my best friend.

“So, when are you going to put a ring on it?” I tease.

“As soon as I think he’s ready,” Thane admits. “I’d marry him tomorrow, but he’s not there yet.”

“Look at us, we’re positively domestic.”

“Totally worth it.”