Royal

I feel like I’m about to lose my mind waiting for Nash to come home. What if he’s changed his mind in the last few hours? What if he decides he’d rather not explore his newfound attraction to men? Or, what if he’s decided he can’t stand the idea of me being with Zade as well?

When Nash finally steps through the door I’m torn between throwing myself at him and running to hide so he can’t tell me something I don’t want to hear.

Nash makes the decision for me, crossing the room in four long strides and pulling me into his arms. The uneasiness in my chest settles as soon as his lips crash into mine.

“I was worried you’d change your mind,” I confess between heated kisses as my hands roam over Nash’s chest, neck, back, anywhere I can reach.

“Don’t be stupid,” Nash chides as his teeth graze along my jaw making me shiver.

“You’re stupid,” I mutter half-heartedly.

“Good one,” he snorts. “Ready for our date?”

God those words sound good coming from Nash.

“Yeah, where are we going?”

Nash blushes.

“I hope it’s not lame, but I thought we’d go kind of traditional with dinner and a movie. I just sort of wanted to ease into this new phase in our relationship.”

“Sounds good,” I assure him. Literally anything with Nash sounds good.

 

To my surprise, Nash is taking this date thing very seriously, even going as far as opening my door for me and holding my hand.

“Why can’t you keep a girlfriend, dude? You’re all chivalrous and shit, don’t girls eat that up?” I ask once we’re seated at the restaurant Nash chose.

“That’s not the problem,” Nash assures me with a laugh.

“What is the problem then? I need to know so I can avoid the pitfalls of all the poor ladies who never managed to become Mrs. Nash Williams.”

Nash’s cheeks turn a faint shade of pink and his fingers tense around mine for a second.

“I was in love with you without realizing it,” he answers. “I didn’t see it, but I was always comparing everyone I dated to you, and they never measured up.”

My stomach swoops and spins at his painfully romantic words.

“Aw, you had a crush on me, that’s adorable,” I tease.

“You had a crush on me, too,” Nash points out.

“Yeah, but yours is way cuter,” I argue.

Nash rolls his eyes and gives me an affectionate smile. I can’t believe how natural this feels. Part of me expected there to be a whole lot of awkward associated with making the transition from friends to dating. But, this feels like a natural extension of what we’ve always had.

I’m even more surprised as Nash holds my hand across the table without a care in the world. I really thought he’d be more weird about openly being on a date with a man. I’d been mentally preparing myself all day to have to pretend like we weren’t on a date tonight.

Our waitress approaches the table to take our order and I notice Nash’s gaze flick over her curves, fully on display in a tight shirt.

Once she’s gone there’s a guilty look on his face.

“She’s hot,” I comment, hoping to set him at ease.

“Uh...yeah.”

“It’s okay to look at women even if we’re on a date. I mean, I’d like to be your main focus, but it’s not a problem to notice any attractive person, man or woman,” I assure him.

“It is?” He lets out a long breath and seems to relax. “I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to not look at women now with you, or if that would be weird. I mean, obviously, with Zade and everything the whole threesomes with women is out of the picture, but I didn’t know if noticing them was wrong.”

It doesn’t escape my attention that Nash specifically said ‘threesomes with women’, but I decide to leave that one for now.

“It’s always okay to notice attractive people,” I say again to be sure he gets the message that our relationship won’t be about jealousy. I care too much about him for something stupid like that to ever derail us.

“Okay.” He gives my hand a small squeeze.

The rest of dinner is just as comfortable and fun as being with Nash always is. The only thing I can’t shake is the feeling like we’re missing something, and it’s not difficult to figure out what it is.

As Nash and I walk down the street from the restaurant toward the movie theater he stops, pulling me to a halt beside him.

“You said you wanted honesty and communication, right?”

“Of course.” I nod and search Nash’s face, feeling insecure, sure he’s about to tell me this date isn’t working for him.

“I’m having so much fun out with you. I always have fun with you, so that’s no surprise. But, I keep having that sort of panicked, uncomfortable feeling you get when you realize you left your cellphone at home. You know what I mean?”

“Like you’re missing a limb?” I agree with a laugh.

“Exactly. And, I’m pretty sure that missing limb is a hunky Marine.”

My heart leaps and my eyes go wide. Is he saying what I think he’s saying?

“I don’t know how you wanted this to work, but it feels like Zade should be here with us,” Nash admits. “Don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” I agree, barely able to contain the happiness threatening to explode out of my chest.

“So, let’s go get him.”

 

 

Nash

I don’t think I’ve ever seen Royal so happy as he drags me up the steps to Zade’s apartment. I didn’t know how he’d take me bringing up Zade on our date, but as soon as I did he lit up. The warm weight of Royal’s hand in mine calms me.

When we reach the second floor Zade is waiting in his open doorway for us. He was obviously surprised when we buzzed to get in, but he’s waiting for us with a smile now.

 “What are you guys doing here? Thought you’d be busy,” Zade says, waggling his eyebrows so there’s no misunderstanding about what he expected we’d be up to right now.

“Well, we were on our date and we realized there was a big problem,” I explain.

“What was the problem?” Zade asks with concern.

“You weren’t there,” Royal answers.

Zade’s expression softens as he steps aside to let us in.

“You guys want something to drink?” Zade offers.

“Sure, you know what I like,” Royal says.

“I’m good with whatever, thanks,” I add.

While Zade goes to the kitchen Royal leads me to the couch and we both sit down.

“Can I ask you something?” Royal asks and I nod. “Am I right in thinking you’re attracted to Zade?”

I nod again, feeling the heat creeping into my cheeks.

A slow smile spreads over Royal’s lips. He looks like a kid who’s been handed a puppy. He opens his mouth to say something when his phone rings. Royal’s brow furrows as he pulls it out of his pocket.

“It’s Gage calling. I’m going to step outside real quick while I take this, okay?”

“No problem.”

Moments after Royal steps out, Zade returns with three bottles of beer.

“Did we lose Royal?”

“He had a call from Gage so he stepped out for a second,” I explain as I accept one of the bottles from Zade.

To my surprise, Zade sits down close to me on the couch.

“I’m glad you guys are here,” he admits, placing his hand on my knee and giving it a light squeeze.

“Me too.”  Looking at his gorgeous face and strong body, the urge to kiss him returns full force. “I want you, too. I mean...I want Royal, and I also want you.”

Zade’s eyes flash with lust.

“Seems like the three of us are in agreement.”

Unable to resist another second, I lean forward a fraction of an inch. Zade takes the initiative, leaning the rest of the way in and touches his lips to mine in a gentle, teasing way. I’m pleasantly surprised by the warm jolt that spikes through my body at the slightest brush of his lips.

Emboldened by the feeling I grab Zade by the back of the neck and part my lips, flicking my tongue along the seam of his lips until he grants me access. He tastes like coffee and toothpaste, and something unique that must be his own flavor. Zade’s tongue battles mine for dominance, taking the kiss from sweet to scorching in seconds flat.

“Fuck that’s hot,” Royal’s voice forces us to part.

I look over to find him standing in Zade’s doorway watching us with hooded eyes. I study his expression for any hint of jealousy or misgiving, and find none. ”Please, don’t stop on my account.”

Zade laughs and holds a hand out to Royal, who walks forward to take it and then allows himself to be pulled into Zade’s lap.

“Here, now you have a front row seat,” Zade explains. Then, keeping one arm around Royal’s waist to hold him there on his lap, Zade leans forward and kisses me again. He doesn’t hold back this time. He tugs my bottom lip between his teeth before sliding his tongue into my mouth again, leaving me panting.

Royal gazes down at Zade from his place perched on his lap, and runs his thumb along Zade’s moist, kiss swollen lower lip. Zade’s tongue darts out to taste Royal’s thumb. Royal leans down and licks Zade’s lips and then pulls back and turns to face me. Royal leans forward and sucks my upper lip.

When Royal pulls back, I chase his mouth, desperate for more.

Royal swivels his hips on Zade’s lap, drawing a moan from deep in Zade’s chest. The sound is everything I imagined it would be; deep and rich, and so fucking hot.

“Zade is so hard right now,” Royal tells me as he grinds his ass against Zade’s erection again. “Do you want to take care of our man?”

Our man. God I love the way that sounds. I’ve never heard anything more right, and coming from Royal it’s even better.

I swallow and lick my lips before nodding ‘yes’.

“Say it,” Royal prompts. “Tell me what you want to do to him.”

“I want to suck Zade’s cock.”

Zade and Royal moan in tandem. Hottest. Sound. Ever.

“Come here,” Zade says, grabbing my hand and pulling me close.

Zade’s lips are on mine again in an instant, hot and insistent and so fucking good. When he pulls back I whimper at the loss. But, I’m not left wanting for long as Royal’s lips replace his almost instantly. I throw myself into the kiss, tongues dueling, hands groping. I’m not even sure which man I’m touching at any given moment as I fumble for as much contact as humanly possible.

Then Royal’s sliding off Zade’s lap and dropping to the floor between his legs. The outline of Zade’s sex is huge and intimidating through his jeans, making me have second thoughts about being able to take him in my mouth.

“I can show you how to please our man. Is that what you want, baby?” Royal purrs, holding my gaze as he unzips Zade’s pants.

“Yeah.” I nod enthusiastically as I palm my own arousal through my clothes.

I can’t imagine a prettier sight in the world than Royal on his knees between Zade’s powerful legs. The image I had the first night I met Zade of Royal sucking Zade off and bringing the strong Marine to a place of wanton begging comes to mind again with me in Royal’s place.

My breath hitches as he exposes Zade’s erection. It’s even bigger than I expected and so fucking gorgeous. I never thought too much about other guys dicks before, obviously, but if I had I would’ve realized long ago that I swing both ways. The veins and ridges of his cock are begging for my tongue. As if reading my mind Royal’s tongue begins tracing every contour. As it turns out, a dick looks even better when it’s wet and glistening.

My hesitation fades and I drop to my knees beside Royal. His eyes latch onto mine as he continues his teasing licks all over Zade’s cock. Zade’s gasps and whimpers fill the air, emboldening me to lean forward and follow Royal’s example.

“Oh Jesus fuck,” Zade cries at the dual sensation of Royal’s and my tongue.

Royal licks lower until his face is between Zade’s legs. The crown of Zade’s cock is glistening with pre-cum. Steeling myself for the taste I flick my tongue out and gather the drop. It isn’t what I expected. Honestly, I don’t know what I expected, but the salty zing is more pleasant that I’d anticipated. Feeling more bold I continue to lap up the clear liquid as each drop emerges as Royal continues to suck and lick Zade’s balls. A mixture of curses and praises continues to flow from Zade’s lips as we work him over. Just as I’d imagined, Zade is quivering with restraint, the strong man brought to heal by the pleasure we’re giving him.

“Please,” Zade begs, thrusting his hips in search of relief. My nerves take a backseat to my need to take care of Zade. I wrap my lips around the smooth, broad head and give an experimental suck. Zade’s hips arch again but Royal’s hands are there to hold him down, to keep Zade from giving me too much, too fast.

“Use your tongue while you suck him, and just take a little bit at a time so you don’t gag,” Royal coaches.

I do as he says and use my tongue for added pressure along the underside of this cock as I slide my mouth down, careful not to go too quickly.

There’s a strange power in having a man’s dick in your mouth. I’ve always thought on some level it seemed somewhat demeaning, but as Zade pants and begs and writhes under my ministrations I’ve never felt more wanted in my life. I hear a soft groan from beside me and I open my eyes to see Royal on his knees, jerking himself as he watches me suck Zade.

As I become more comfortable my hands start to wander, over Zade’s abs and chest, along his thighs, and then to massage his balls as I suck him ever deeper into my throat. There’s a distinct sense of accomplishment in being able to take him nearly all the way in my first time. I figured that would take a lot more practice. I must be a natural.

“Oh, fuck, I’m so close,” Zade warns, tugging on my hair just in case I didn’t get the message.

I suck harder and Zade wails as he grows even harder in my mouth, then his entire body tenses and I feel his cock begin to pulse. Spurts of salty fluid flood my tongue. I don’t stop sucking until Zade relaxes and gives my shoulder a small shove to let me know he’s too sensitive now.

The second I release Zade from my mouth Royal is on me, shoving his tongue deep in my mouth to taste the remnants of Zade’s release. He fumbles with the button on my pants as I reach for his already exposed erection and start to touch and tug, seeking a rhythm that will drive him crazy.

Once he has my pants open Royal shoves me to the floor and climbs on top of me. Straddling my hips, he lines up our cocks and begins to thrust. My brain turns to mush as his hard length slides against mine. Each time the head of his cock glides against the sensitive spot where my tip meets my shaft I let out a gasp. Nothing has ever felt this good. I can’t hold back as my body starts to quake, my balls drawing tight. One more cant of Royal’s hips and I’m moaning into his mouth as my orgasm coats my stomach and slicks the way for Royal’s continued grinding. He’s not far behind, his release mixing with mine until he collapses against me.

Zade crawls down beside us on the floor and runs gentle hands and lips over both of us as we recover.

“Oh shit, that was your first time with a guy, should we have made that more special or intimate or something?” Royal worries.

“Relax, I’m not a seventeen-year-old girl losing my virginity on prom night. This was great. All I wanted was both of you,” I assure him, bringing his hand to my lips and kissing his palm. “Speaking of, how’d I do for my first time?” I ask Zade.

“Eh, you could use some practice.” Zade teases.

The rumble of Royal’s laugh goes through me as he remains limp against my chest.

“Somehow I get the feeling that he’s going to get plenty of practice.”

The moment is so perfect and surreal with the three of us laying on the floor in Zade’s living room, all sweaty and spent.

I reach over and twine my fingers with Zade’s.

“We should take a shower,” Zade suggests.

Zade gives me a soft kiss on the lips, so achingly sweet it almost brings tears to my eyes. I don’t miss the content smile on Royal’s lips either as we each give Royal a kiss.

It takes another twenty minutes for us to get up off the floor. When we do I find a missed text from my mom inviting Royal and me for dinner tomorrow night.

“I’m fine with that. I haven’t been over there in over a month, I really should go visit.”

My gut tightens.

“Um...I don’t...I’m not really…” I struggle to find the words, afraid of making Zade or Royal angry with me.

“You’re not ready to tell your parents?” Zade guesses.

“Yeah. It’s just that everything just happened. I need a minute to  process and think about how I’ll tell them.”

“That’s fine. It’s okay for me to bring Zade as my boyfriend though, right?”

“Of course,” I agree.

“Okay, then it’s settled, we’ll all go to dinner tomorrow night and Zade and I will pretend we don’t want to pin you between us and cover you in cum.” Royal says with his signature playful nonchalance, and then a mischievous gleam comes into his eyes. “Last one in the shower is a rotten egg.”