Chapter Six
EMMA DID CALL Randy, the next day in fact. She began assisting him with his preparatory adventures, going so far as to take a day trip with him down to Des Moines to scout for a ceremony site.
“Shouldn’t Sam or Mitch be along?” She braced against the dash as Randy took a corner. “God, this van sucks.”
“You be nice to my ride. And no, they’re just going to attend the finale. This is my present to them: sorting it out. Making it special. And a surprise.”
“Got it. So what are we looking at today?”
“Venues. I’ve already secured the reception, plus I have several candidates for a honeymoon suite, and I have some ideas for the ceremony. But I want to see it all in person, and I want you to see it too. I know the Vegas Sam pretty well, but the Middleton edition sometimes stymies me.”
Emma frowned. “There are different editions of Sam?”
“Hell yes. I know the one who rode cross-country with a guy he barely knew and cavorted all over Vegas with me and his boyfriend. The one who worries about people at Walmart judging him throws me for a loop.”
“He never really told me what he did in Vegas. I don’t know much about him meeting Mitch.”
Randy glanced sideways at her. “Is that a request to be told?”
She considered the question for some time before replying. “I don’t know. I mean—yes. I want to know. But I don’t want him to be upset if I hear about it, especially if the stories don’t come from him. Except I feel like ever since he came back I don’t know him. It’s weird because he had some big sex adventure, but he’s more reserved around me than he’s ever been. I don’t know what to do with that.”
“He had a lot more than a sex adventure. He did all kinds of things. Learned things, taught other people things, me included.”
Emma sighed. “Tell me. At least show me what your Sam looks like. Not the one who sat plastered to Mitch at my party like he was being polite to be there. Because once upon a time he would have been the one to start games and make everyone laugh.”
“Well, to start, he’s who I used all the condoms on.” Randy waited while Emma goggled. “Still want to hear the rest?”
“You’re making that up.” Emma kept shaking her head. “He’s with Mitch.”
“Yep. And sometimes we do him together. Sam’s seriously kinky, and he loves an edge of exposure and shame. They do fine on their own, but Mitch is frank about how much more fun it is when he’s sharing Sam. But then, Sam’s been blowing straight guys in the bathroom since high school. You knew about that, right?”
From her expression, she clearly didn’t. “I…I knew he was with a lot of guys, but in the bathroom? At school?”
Randy decided not to tell her about the return of Keith Jameson into Sam’s sex life. “He had a thing, especially for the ones who would fuck him but then bait him publicly after.”
Emma stared at the highway as if the whole world had changed color on her. “So you fuck him. With Mitch. He…watches?” She blushed scarlet. “I shouldn’t be asking you this.”
“Why not? The worst thing that happens is this makes Sam feel shameful, which in the end will just get him hard. I guess you could judge him, which would suck, but I’m betting on that not being your game. I think you would like to blow a guy in a bathroom—if you knew it was safe. You strike me as somebody with the whole Fifty Shades trilogy in your closet.”
This time her blush was slightly different. “No. But I like a good erotic romance. I didn’t like Fifty Shades. I thought Grey was a tool.”
“What’s different in the romances you do like?”
“The women can be sexy, sexual, love getting fucked, but the guys aren’t dicks. I…I love the three-way stuff. I don’t know that I want to have that. Though I’d try, maybe, with the right people. If I knew it was safe. I love the idea two guys and a girl. And—” Her blush went deep. “I like the ones best where the guys will fuck the girl and each other too.”
Randy snorted. “Shit, honey. You should have me over and let me get you and your boyfriend drunk. We could have a party.”
“Wait—you’re bi?”
Emma got the same look that Sam did when he was approaching a forbidden delight, and it turned Randy the hell on. “Nope. Not even close. But that doesn’t mean I can’t drive the bus, princess. That’s my kink: head-fucking. It would be all kinds of fun, getting you and your straight-laced fiancé to cut loose with me.”
“I…don’t think so.” She said the words, but Randy could see them taking root, and they made him smile.
“Standing offer. You give me the come-hither, and I’ll seduce you and your boy together.”
“He’d never go for it.”
“I bet you—and bear in mind, I never lose a bet—he would go for it in a hot minute, if he thought you wanted it. Test it out. Next time you’re in bed, say, ‘Randy said the craziest thing to me.’ Then make it clear you love the idea. Though…he’d want your vag off-limits for penetration. Which is fine.”
Emma touched her hair, flustered, but definitely thinking about three-ways. “So you fuck Sam?”
“Every day I’m with him. Well, if Mitch is out of town, he gets funny about it, but I almost enjoy that more, having to wear him down.”
“Did you fuck him today?”
“Nope. He had to get up too early. But last night we played his favorite game: watch TV.”
Emma laughed, a beautiful mixture of nerves and wickedness. “Okay, I’ll bite. What’s watch TV?”
“Remember that Sam’s kink is the shame and exposure. He likes being turned into an object. Which gets rough when he knows how much you love him, and vetting strangers is always tough. So we play watch TV. Diddle him while watching a show. Last night it was that he had to give one of us a blowjob while the other fingered him and slapped his butt.”
“Does he want you telling me all this?”
“Oh hell no. But I don’t think that’s a good thing. You’re supposed to be the best friend. You don’t have to know all the kinky deets, but him being kinky should at least be something you’re okay with.”
“I’m totally okay with it.” She sighed. “Fuck, I’m jealous.”
Randy grinned. “You want to hear more? Because I’ve got all kinds of stories.”
God, she was cute when she blushed. Randy hoped to hell she let her man see this side of her. “I want to hear the rest of watch TV.”
“That’s pretty much it. We put on something boring and talk about the show while we play with his body. Like he’s nothing more than a remote. Last night he started with Mitch’s cock, and Mitch didn’t say a word to him except to direct him. I had him spread his knees so I could really get in there, make him squirm, and every time I did, he’d wiggle, and I’d slap his butt. He loves being spanked. Makes all kinds of great noises.”
Emma was flushed in a very different way now. “Jesus. You shouldn’t tell me this.”
Randy laughed. “God, you two are the same. You love it. I’d tell you to frig one out, but you’d probably self-combust from that much shame.”
She went red as a tomato. “I’m not going to masturbate in front of you!”
“You could, though. You’re not quite there, but you could. With your man, probably. You want to, that’s the thing—which is the same as Sam.” He tapped the steering wheel. “Maybe that’s the way to play this. Maybe we should all hang out drunk, and you make me tell you stories about him.”
“You really are crazy, you know that?” Emma eyed him speculatively. “So are you their other boyfriend or something? Do you have a Mitch of your own?”
“I don’t want a Mitch, and no, I’m not a boyfriend. I’m a friend you can fuck.”
“So you’re nobody’s boyfriend?”
“Please. Do I seem like I could be?”
Emma looked thoughtful. “It would take somebody pretty singular.”
Randy snorted. “It’d take a fucking miracle.”
They rode in silence for some time after that, and when they began chatting again, they stayed on benign topics such as weather and music until they pulled into the western suburbs of the city.
“What are you thinking for the ceremony?” Emma asked.
“I’m down to a bed and breakfast, a wedding chapel, and…that’s it really. There are a million sites I’d love to consider outdoors, but Sam and Mitch want Valentine’s Day, and they don’t have a lot of money, and neither do I, so I’m a little boxed in. Not to mention almost everything is taken—this is the only B&B with a vacancy, and they’re holding it for me with someone on the waiting list ready to pop if I don’t. I have one Hail Mary I’m saving in case of complete failure.” He aimed the van toward an exit. “B&B first.”
The bed and breakfast was cute enough, and the people were nice, but Randy wasn’t feeling it. He wasn’t quite sure why until Emma pointed it out.
“If you use this, they’ll expect Sam and Mitch to stay here, and given what you’re saying about how the wedding night will go down, this might be the wrong kind of intimate.” She wrinkled her nose. “Besides, everything smells like perfume.”
Randy nodded with a grimace. “All right. Let’s hope this wedding chapel is better, then.”
Unfortunately, it wasn’t. The proprietors were wonderful, charming, beautiful people. The space was the right size, and while there were several weddings booked that day, the chapel had plenty of other openings. The problem was the room didn’t feel right to Randy at all. Technically it gave Sam everything he wanted, but it was dark, cramped, and felt like a Vegas chapel’s sad, neglected cousin. He’d worried about that from the pictures online, but the real thing was even more disappointing and depressing.
“What now?” Emma asked as they got back into the van. “Your Hail Mary?”
“I guess. The good news is that it’s just a few blocks from the reception. The shit news is that it’s outside.”
“Well, are you going to tell me where it is, or what?”
“Nope. I’m going to show you.”
Randy drove into the downtown, navigating the one-way streets with a lot of swearing until he had them driving up Locust, heading for the west side of the capitol building. He gestured at the golden dome glittering in the muted winter sun. “There. That’s my Hail Mary.”
Emma looked around, confused—then up. “Oh—oh. Randy, that’s a brilliant idea. The Iowa State Capitol. How fitting is that—the whole reason they can get married.”
“No, technically that would be the Iowa Supreme Court, but it’s not as pretty.”
“Can you have a ceremony here?”
“Totally, and better yet, it’s free. It doesn’t have to be reserved—which means it’s not exclusive, but I doubt there will be a rush. Only outside, though, so it’ll be cold. It could be really fucking cold. But it doesn’t cost a dime, and it comes self-themed.”
“I think this is perfect. Screw the cold. They can wear winter coats and have hand warmers. Like Mitch was going to wear a suit anyway.”
“Oh, he’s wearing a suit.” Randy pulled the van into a parking spot and stared at the capitol building, imagining the wedding happening there. “So it’ll be them, you, me, and whoever we can bring over from the bar. You know, maybe this is perfect in a lot of ways. And who knows, we could get lucky, and it’ll be sixty that day. This is the Midwest in winter after all. Anything from thirty below to seventy above is fair play. Shit odds, though. But it doesn’t take long to say a few fancy words and I do, me too, I guess.”
“It’ll be you, me, and Steve, by the way. When you book the honeymoon suite, I’m getting the two of us a room in the same place.”
“Good.” Randy tapped his thumb on the steering wheel. “What about Sam’s aunt and uncle? Should I just write them off?”
“You have to invite them to the ceremony. And…honestly, I don’t think it’s a given they won’t come. Unlikely, but…well, let’s say in the past year I’ve learned a lot about Sam’s aunt.”
“Don’t tell me she has hidden depths.”
“No. But under all the barbs and judgment is Sam’s mom’s sister.”
Randy said nothing, only nodded, but he made a mental note to deliver that invite in person. He’d also ensure if Delia did come, she didn’t rain on Sam and Mitch’s big day.
Emma turned in her seat. “So where is the reception? What bar are you talking about? Because you have me all curious about this.”
Randy grinned. “I’ll show you. But don’t tell Sam and Mitch. It’s my favorite surprise.”
AS JANUARY ROLLED on, Randy’s wedding preparations got more and more intense. He teased Sam and Mitch relentlessly about how much they were going to love it, but outside of a trip to Ames to get fitted for their suits, he kept even the smallest details to himself. He began to disappear more and more often, sometimes for days at a time. Sam tried to get information out of Emma, who had been working with him, but Emma would only grin mischievously and promise it was going to be awesome.
Mitch was sure it would be. It was strange to be so removed from their wedding, but mostly he liked how happy Sam had become again. The light was back in Sunshine’s eyes, a spring in his step. When they made love, he was soft and sweet, and when they fucked dirty and played, he let go more completely, the release a celebration, not a coping mechanism.
This was all because of Randy, Mitch knew. And as the wedding drew closer, Mitch decided it was time he did something about it.
One weekend when Randy was off on another planning mission, Mitch took Sam on a jaunt to Minneapolis. He had a job, so they went in Old Blue, but in Mitch’s mind the greater task was having a conversation he’d been trying to work out for weeks.
“It’s nice to get away.” As they navigated onto the highway, heading north, Sam stared out across the wintry landscape. “I feel like all I’m doing lately is going to school and working.” He laughed softly. “Since Randy showed up, I guess also having kinky sex.”
That was a good segue, Mitch decided. “I wanted to talk to you about that. About Randy.” He shifted his grip on the wheel. “I don’t think we could have done this without him. Not just the wedding, but everything. It’s been nice having him here.”
“Yeah.” Sam turned in his seat, and when Mitch glanced his way, he saw his lover smiling a slow, sweet smile. “I wish he could live with us. But probably that would get weird, eventually.”
“He couldn’t ever live here long-term. I can’t believe how long he’s put up with this winter.” Though, honestly, Mitch wasn’t surprised. Randy would do anything for his friends.
“Fun as it is to be with him, the three of us…sometimes I think it makes him sad.” Sam tucked his feet beneath him on the seat. “I think he wishes he had somebody too. Somebody his alone.”
That, Mitch couldn’t give Randy, unfortunately. “I thought we should find a way to thank him for everything. Something at the wedding. Or rather, something after the wedding.”
“What do you mean?”
Why did this make Mitch so nervous? He fumbled for his Winstons. After a long drag, he made himself spit his thoughts out. “Well, I wondered if maybe you in particular should say thanks. That night.” His stomach knotted. “Unless you don’t want to.”
Sam was quiet too long, and Mitch sucked the cigarette down way too fast. But when Sam finally spoke, he wasn’t mad. “Do you mean you’d be okay with me fucking him on our wedding night? Really?”
Mitch couldn’t quite trust he hadn’t fucked this up. “Only if it was okay with you. But…yeah. I think it would be…good.”
“I guess that surprises me is all. It’s kind of a big day.”
Shit, did Sam think Mitch didn’t consider their wedding special? God, he’d stepped in it. “We can forget it. You’re right. It was a dumb idea.”
“I never said it was a dumb idea.”
Mitch glanced his way, then did a double take as he realized Sam was turned on. “So…you’d be okay with it?”
“Okay? God. I’m hot right now simply thinking about it.” Sam adjusted himself in his jeans, but it didn’t seem to relieve him much. “You’d seriously let him fuck me. In front of you. On our wedding night. God, that’s so dirty.”
Mitch put his spent end into the butt bucket and reached for a new one. “Actually, I thought he should do you first alone. On the bed where we’d sleep that night. Let him have you for an hour all on his own. We could play together after, but first, the two of you.”
Sam swallowed hard. Even in the dim light Mitch could see how turned on Sam was. “We don’t usually play like that. Not if you’re around. Not often even when you’re not.”
“Right. We won’t tell him in advance—but that night, you will. You’ll go right up to him and tell him he gets you all by himself. You suggest it.” Sam bit his lip and shut his eyes, touching himself, and Mitch grinned. “In fact, beg him to fuck you. I’ll listen outside the room. Or sit at the bar downstairs, or whatever. It’ll only be the two of you, though. And you have to do whatever he says.”
“Kissing too?”
Mitch hesitated, walls going up as emotions churned inside him. “Everything but that.”
Sam clutched his erection through his jeans. “Mitch—fuck.”
Mitch smiled and exhaled a ribbon of smoke as he saw a sign for a rest stop a few miles ahead. “I think that’s a good present for both of you. Make you whore yourself out to my best friend on your wedding night. You can tell him I ordered you to do it, to throw yourself at him—in fact, probably you should. It’ll turn you both on. Just make sure he fucks you hard. I want to know he’s been there when I have you.”
Sam arched his back against the seat. “Please, please tell me to jerk myself off.”
“Nope.” Mitch slowed down, not quite ready to let Sam have his release. “Sit there and squirm and practice how you’re going to beg him. What are you going to ask him to do to you?”
Sam whimpered, but Mitch made him describe it all, every filthy detail. Sometimes Mitch offered suggestions, which only made Sam wilder. By the time he pulled off into the rest stop, Sam was incoherent. When Mitch told him to get out of his seat and strip, Sam clambered out of his seat and tugged off his clothes in less than twenty seconds flat.
They found a parking spot in the back of the rest stop, and Sam climbed naked onto Mitch’s lap. But when Mitch reached for the lube on the dash, Sam shook his head and pushed Mitch’s hand to his ass, where a greased-up plug quickly came away, revealing Sam stretched and ready.
“I figured you’d want to fuck me on the way.” Sam kissed Mitch as he undid his belt buckle. “I wanted you to be able to go right in.” He bit Mitch’s lip. “Please, go right in. Fuck me hard. Fuck me really, really hard.”
Mitch freed his cock and drove straight inside, taking in Sam’s body as he arched and cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, running a hand down his torso. “Since it makes you so hot when I give you away, maybe I should put out a call on Grindr in the Cities. Let them know I have a slutty boy who’ll be in town for the night and gets hot when I make him whore for strangers.”
“Whatever you want.” Sam’s eyes rolled back in his head as he bounced himself up and down on Mitch’s cock. “I’ll do whatever you want. I love you, Mitch. So much.”
I love you too, Mitch thought, but couldn’t say out loud because Sam had plastered their mouths together again. Taking Sam’s hips tight in his hands, Mitch sucked hard on Sam’s tongue, mashed his cock between their thrusting bodies, and drove them both home.