They were kissing. Kissing right there in front of me. Goddamn, it was hot to watch. My chest fucking ached with how crazy my heart beat. My gut swirled with nerves, but I kept watching them. Lan made a sound and wrapped his arms tightly around Easton, pulling him up to the step he stood on.

My hands shook at my sides, so I fisted them. I hadn’t thought I’d have the strength to actually show. Knowing Easton would head home to Lan and, since he’d been drinking, he’d want a piece of his man…. I wanted to see it to finally figure out if it was something I’d be into. I’d looked at some gay porn the last couple of nights. It didn’t do shit for me until I thought of Lan and Easton as the actors.

Easton let out a moan that my cock responded to. It jerked behind my jeans.

Lan slid a hand down to grab Easton’s arse cheek. He tugged him forward and ground his, fuck, cock into Easton’s.

They’d be hard. From one kiss and already they’d be up and ready to go.

Shit, I’d never really had that. It’d take me some groping and shit to get me going with women. Yet, watching them, I was nearly so damn hard I wanted to palm my dick and tug one out.

Jesus, they’d only just started.

Lan pulled back. He shot his darkened eyes over Easton to me, before he straightened, unwinding himself from Easton and taking his hand to lead him to the door and then inside.

He left the door open for me.

This was it.

I was going to see them fuck.

Christ.

Fear had me gulping for air and rubbing at my chest. My gut spun, despite the shots of desire shooting into my balls.

All I had to do was walk up there to get what I wanted.

“You’re okay with letting him watch us together?” Easton asked. With already our shoes and socks off, we stood near the couch while waiting to see if Parker would walk in the house or if he’d be getting back in his car. I still couldn’t believe he was there and wanting to watch us, but Easton had just told me this could be why Parker had been steering clear of us… because he was scared. He thought he wanted us.

Fuck me, my chest expanded in excitement over the possibility of it.

I cupped Easton’s cheek and nodded down at him. “As long as you are.”

“Yes.” He grinned.

“Nervous?”

“Very much, so if I say or do anything embarrassing, please stop me.”

I chuckled. “No way. I love you doing those things.”

He came up to his toes to kiss me. Anytime I had his mouth, I wanted more of it, more of him. I moved my hands under his tee and lifted it up so I could see, feel, and taste more of him. When I threw it to the floor, I happened to glance over at the door and found Parker stepping in.

Easton also looked over, and we both watched him close the door to lean against it. Parker wanted a show. I would give him one, and then he’d know for sure if he wanted this.

I fucking hoped he did in the end.

Resting my hands at Easton’s waist caused him to jump. His eyes came back to me. He smirked, and I grinned down at him, then shifted my hands around to his front where his jeans were. Easton sucked in a sharp breath when I undid his button. He shuddered before he kissed my chest and I unzipped him. I stepped back a little, gripped the top of his jeans and pushed them down with his boxers. I bent, helped him step out of them, and ran my gaze up his naked body. His long, thick cock stuck straight out. Unable to resist, I kissed the tip before standing.

Fucking hell. I was going to come in my jeans. I breathed in and out rapidly, my cock throbbing in my jeans. My balls were already tight, begging for a release. But I wouldn’t give it.

I enjoyed the show of Lan removing Easton’s jeans and then seeing Easton naked. His body was a damn nice sight. I’d never get bored of staring at his tattooed artwork.

Fuck me, how could my attraction to him be more than anyone’s? I’d seen many, so bloody many tatted up men, but none of them got my cock leaking.

It was both of them. Just them.

Lan, I’d seen naked. But I’d never thought about it, about him and his body until that moment and I found myself wanting to see him, all of him again. He was taller than Easton, wider, and a little more muscled. Both of them, their bodies, captured my whole attention.

Lan stepped forward, closer to Easton. I saw his hand move between them, and I goddamn knew he would have his hand full of Easton’s dick.

Shit, fuck. I wanted to see Lan jerking Easton off.

“Sit down,” Lan ordered. If it was to me, I couldn’t move. But then Easton shifted. He turned and I got my first sight of his front. He was hard, long, and thick, but so very bloody hard. He sat back on the couch.

I glanced to Lan to find him watching me as he palmed his thickness behind his jeans. His eyes were low on my body. I knew he’d see the erection I sported behind my jeans. He grunted, turned, and got to his knees, between Easton’s spread legs.

Crap, fuck me. Lan was going to suck Easton off.

I bit down on my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning at the sight of Lan bending in, taking hold of Easton’s cock for a taste. Almost as if in slow motion, he reached under Easton’s thighs and pulled him down the couch a little. His hand went back to Easton’s cock, all while Easton watched him through hooded eyes.

I wrapped my arms around myself and fisted my tee to hold onto something. My body thrummed with desire. I’d never wanted to come so badly in my bloody life.

Easton threw his head back into the couch when Lan glided his mouth over Easton’s cock. Christ. Jesus Christ. Yes. Suck him.

I leaned more into the door. My legs weakened when Lan licked, sucked, and skimmed his mouth and tongue up and over Easton’s dick. Seeing it slide in and out of Lan’s mouth was fucking amazing. I wanted to be where Easton was. I wanted my dick sucked by Lan, and yet, I wondered what it would be like to suck both of them. What their reactions would be if it was me giving them head.

Easton’s legs widened, and I caught my breath when Lan licked and spat on two of his fingers. When I saw him reach between them, my dick ached so fucking hard because I knew he’d be playing with Easton’s arse. From the way Easton panted and moaned, he was lost in the feel of Lan. Lost in the thrill and loving every damn second of it.

Something came over Easton. He clutched Lan’s hair in his hand and drew Lan up, still while grinding up, down, and around. When Easton kissed him firmly, I nearly lost my shit and went over there. But then they moved. Lan knifed up, his back muscles bunched and moved, and the sight of them pleased me like they never had before.

He helped Easton stand and then took something out of his pocket, his wallet. He opened it, produced a condom and handed it to Easton while he grabbed something else. My eyes drifted down Easton’s body to see he’d already ripped open the packet and slowly, Lan ran the condom down over Easton’s erection.

Lan leaned into him, and I pulled my gaze back up to see Lan kiss Easton’s neck and say something low against it. Easton stepped over to the chair opposite the couch and kneeled on it. I had a nice view of Easton jutting his arse back, offering it to Lan.

I looked at Lan. His eyes were on me already. He undid his belt, his button, and then slid his zip down before he pushed his jeans and boxers down his legs. He didn’t even bother to remove them fully.

He palmed his dick and stared at me. My fucking heart kicked it up a notch. They made this, me feel so damn much. Everything felt fiercely thrilling.

“You want to see me fuck Easton?”

I glanced at Easton. He had his elbows to the back of the chair. His head was down until he heard Lan’s question, and then he glanced over to me. His eyes slowly ran over my body, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Parker?” Lan barked.

I unclenched my jaw to clip, “Yes.”

Lan smiled, and it was shameless. He stepped up behind Easton, leaned over him, and asked, “You ready for me, babe?”

“So ready,” Easton whispered.

Lan kissed Easton’s shoulder before straightening. Running a hand down over Easton’s back, he stopped at his hip before removing it and picking up a packet of something again. From where I stood, I could see Lan ripping open the packet, gripping his uncovered dick and squirting some lube onto it and then rubbing it around before touching his fingers to Easton’s hole. Easton pushed back on his fingers, showing he was eager. As was I.

Lan leaned in to give another kiss to Easton’s shoulder, and Easton glanced over to smile at him. Lan winked. He gripped his dick again and aimed it at Easton’s hole. Easton sucked in a breath, and fuck, I wanted to watch him, but I couldn’t fucking look away from Lan gripping Easton’s hips and slowly sliding his dick inside of Easton.

Fucking Christ.

Fucking hell.

Jesus.

Easton groaned. With his head thrown back, a look of pure bliss lit his face. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and turned his head my way. His body shifted forward and back as Lan moved in and out of him.

“So good,” Easton cried.

My cock ached, my balls as well. I needed to come. Watching Easton being fucked was more than I ever expected. I liked it. No, I goddamn loved seeing it.

Lan clenched his jaw, his hands running over Easton’s body as he moved in and out of him.

“Yes,” Easton cried. “Harder,” he snapped. Lan did. Fucked him so hard Easton’s hold tightened on the chair. He moaned and whimpered. There was no concealing it. He loved Lan pumping his cock into him.

“God, Lan—”

“Not yet,” Lan ordered.

“I can’t hold back,” Easton said with his eyes on me. Did that mean me being there turned him on more?

“I know,” Lan grunted. He pulled at Easton’s hips, tugging him back to slam his arse onto his cock more and more. “Fuck, East,” he yelled.

“Now,” Easton cried. I shifted my gaze down to see, even without touching himself, Easton shot his load into the condom. He moaned through it, took hold of his dick and jerked it more, still coming. Lan growled from deep within and bent over Easton, wrapped his arms around him and thrust again.

“Coming,” he clipped. “Fuck, yes.” He pumped Easton again and again, then stilled.

Both were breathing hard, just like I was. I’d been so close to coming in my jeans. Jesus, excitement still rushed through me, although fear was there as well. I didn’t know if I should leave or what I wanted.

Lan stood, slipped from Easton, and helped him to his wobbly feet. Easton giggled, high on his own release.

Holy motherfucking hell.

Lan put his hands around Easton’s hips, down to Easton’s cock and removed the condom for him. He tied it and threw it to the floor and then glided his hands back over Easton’s body. Easton’s dick jerked.

“You’re hard, Parker,” Lan stated, his voice low and rough.

I swallowed but said nothing.

Over Easton’s shoulder, Lan stared at me while he kissed Easton’s neck. Easton arched for him, but he was also looking at me. Lust still swirled in his eyes.

Lan rested his chin on Easton’s shoulder. “Want East to take care of it?” Lan asked. Easton gasped, bringing his hands up to hold Lan’s over his stomach. He was already growing hard again.

Fuck, I did. I wanted that.

“East would love to suck you, Parker.” He grinned when Easton shivered. “You want that?” I nodded once. Lan shook his head. “You have to say you want it.”

Bastard. When I narrowed my gaze, he chuckled.

Through clenched teeth, I bit out, “I want it.”

When Lan dropped his hands, Easton walked over to me. Each step he took, my head swam, my lungs seizing. I uncrossed my arms and dropped them to my sides, straightening. Easton stopped before me, that small soft smile still playing on his lips. He reached out to my jeans, undid the button and lowered the zipper. He didn’t push them over my hips. Instead, I sucked in a sharp breath when he slid his hand inside my jeans and boxers and gently pulled my hard cock free.

Easton stared up at me as he licked his lips and then dropped to his knees before me.

Christ. Fuck me, just my luck I’d faint. My body ached so badly.

Easton licked the tip. I jolted and widened my eyes when I realised I definitely wanted this. When he slowly sucked me into his mouth, I ground my teeth together when a moan wanted out. His mouth and tongue teased and tasted my dick as he withdrew it from his lips.

“More?” Lan asked. Again, I jumped, not having noticed he’d approached until he was right next to us.

Easton stared up at us, his mouth inches from my dick, but he didn’t move, and I knew he wouldn’t until I answered Lan’s question. I glared down at him. “Yes,” I admitted.

Lan nodded. Easton grinned and then opened his mouth, placing my dick on his tongue and then ran his tongue around my knob.

“Fuck,” slipped out of me.

“He’s good,” Lan growled out. I noticed his jeans were up, covering his dick, but still undone. Then my attention went back down to Easton as he sucked harder up and down my length.

“Jesus,” I ground out. I knew he’d be tasting my precum and knowing it shot my balls up inside of me. I was too damn close already.

“Parker,” Lan called. I hadn’t realised I’d closed my eyes, so I opened them and turned my head his way. Christ, his eyes were filled with hunger. He enjoyed watching Easton suck me. His hand came to the side of my neck.

Fuck me.

He leaned in slowly, enough time for me to stop him, but I didn’t. On the first touch of his mouth on mine, I pulled up my arm and wrapped it around his shoulder, dragging him close and groaning into his mouth. He grunted out a moan in return, his hand landing on my stomach. I used my other hand to thread into the back of Easton’s hair as he bobbed faster and faster on my dick.

I was going to come, but I didn’t want any of it to stop. To feel was okay. The sensation of being close to release was so fucking perfect knowing it was Lan and Easton, but then I knew reality would crush me once it ended.

I could only hope it didn’t.

Sliding my tongue over Lan’s bottom lip, I panted into his mouth.

“You close?” he asked, his voice harsh with arousal.

I nodded, tucked my forehead into his shoulder while I still held Easton. I gripped my other hand to Lan’s neck and tightened it again on the first shot of my cum into Easton’s mouth. I grunted, groaned, and goddamn growled as I kept coming. Lan gently rubbed my stomach as I sighed when the last drops shot into Easton.

Fuck.

Shit.

What did I do now?

I couldn’t get enough oxygen in. Pain stabbed at my chest.

Easton moved off me with one last lick. I sensed him standing. Clenching my jaw, I straightened, cleared my throat and tucked myself back in. Shit, I even did up my jeans. I had to get out of there. I couldn’t even look at them.

I liked it.

No, I fucking loved it, but I was still goddam motherfucking scared.

Turning, I faced the door, my hand touching the handle.

Lan stopped me. “Wait. Fuck, Parker. Don’t run. Did you not like that? Did—”

“Lan,” Easton said. Then there was silence for a few beats before Easton rambled, “You can stay in the spare room. It’s late, so maybe, if you wanted to, we could talk in the morning or something.”

Did I want to stay? Talk?

Everything in me screamed to run and hide.

But fuck that. Screw feeling that way because I had to sort this shit out. Sort myself out.

Drawing in a shuddering breath, I faced them. Easton covered himself with a tee. They stood away from me, worried I’d freak out again.

“I’ll stay,” I said.

“Good.” Easton smiled. He took Lan’s hand and pulled him towards the hall. “The spare room has clean sheets. It’s all ready.”

“Thanks,” I said.

Easton did a dorky wave thing, blushed, and was the first down the hall.

“Lan,” I called. Lan stopped, nodded at Easton in the hall, and then turned back to me.

“You okay?”

Was I?

Right then, even though I had freaked, I still felt good. My release had been hard and oh so fucking good.

I nodded and walked towards him. He started down the hall and I followed. At the spare room door, right next to Easton’s like the layout of Lan’s house, he opened it for me.

“All right. We’ll talk in the morning.” He nodded, more to himself.

He began to move off, but I stopped him with a couple of my fingers hooking into his jeans. When he froze, I braved it enough to run the back of one of my fingers up and down his skin at his hip.

“I did enjoy it,” I said, and then dropped my hand. Stepping back into the room, I closed the door. After staggering over to the bed, I sat on the edge.

“Fuck,” I whispered. “Holy shit,” I added. I’d just come in Easton’s mouth, kissed Lan’s, and the whole scene had been out-of-this-damn-world hot.

Until I freaked.

Shaking my head, I pushed my anxiety to the back of my mind and thought of what happened. Easton’s hot, wet mouth. Lan’s hard, demanding kiss.

A laugh escaped me. I clamped my lips shut, but I did it smiling.

Christ, I wanted that to happen again. Thinking about it caused my dick to stir. Thinking about them in their room, in bed, naked together, had my dick hardening.

Yeah, I wanted more of Lan and Easton, and I wouldn’t be sure when I’d ever get enough of them.