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Jamie took a deep breath. “Look, you two need to learn how to share.”
“What the fuck?” Roy asked.
“Excuse me?” Keeley said at the same time. “We need to do what?”
“Share. Sharing is caring, right?” Jamie said, winding the hem of his kit around his hands. “I don’t have very much personal time now the season’s started, do I? And I can’t be two places at once, right?”
Keeley frowned. “Are you saying the arrangement isn’t working anymore?”
“I didn’t even want the arrangement,” Jamie pointed out. “I’m not sure why the three of us can’t—”
“No,” Roy said flatly.
“Why not?”
“You know why not.” Roy sounded annoyed. More annoyed than usual. Jamie took a deep breath, absently pulling his shirt up his chest.
“Look, you don’t have to talk to each other, right?”
Jamie really didn’t understand the problem here. He knew Roy and Keeley still had feelings for each other. Neither one would admit it, but he was fucking both of them, and it was pretty fucking obvious. But no matter how many times Jamie hinted—or outright said it—he couldn’t get the both of them in his bed at the same time. And this stupid fucking arrangement was starting to get on his nerves. He had one night off per week since the season started, and even though he saw Roy every day and Keeley most days, he only had time to see them once a week. Which meant he only saw his boyfriend twice a month, at most. But he couldn’t stop seeing Keeley twice a month. Maybe he was greedy—well, he absolutely was greedy—but he didn’t know why he couldn’t have it all.
“What? We just silently fuck you?” Roy asked.
“I mean, maybe. If that’s how you want to do it? I’m just saying, I’d like one night a month where I don’t have to choose. That’s all.”
Silence settled over them, Jamie worrying his bottom lip as he looked from one to the other. Keeley looked like she might be considering it. Roy just continued to look angry, his eyes down on his lap. Jamie was never quite sure what Roy made of their situation, how he justified it to himself, if he was resentful of Jamie for spending time with Keeley—or resentful of Keeley. The arrangement basically forbade Jamie from asking about it and allowed Roy to never, ever talk about what Jamie was doing when they weren’t together.
“I’m game,” Keeley finally said, the first to break the silence. Jamie shot her a grateful smile. “I don’t mind sharing.”
Roy looked up without lifting his head, studying the two of them from beneath his thick brows. “What do you want to do?”
Okay, that was something. A start, anyway. Roy wasn’t shouting, wasn’t stomping out of the room. He didn’t even sound that angry. Jamie had a very specific fantasy—a fantasy that had been on his mind for many years. Since long before he was even in a position to ask for it. He hadn’t exactly planned to pitch the idea that night, but Roy might be more inclined to agree if he was agreeing to something specific.
“I want you both to fuck me.”
“Well, obviously,” Roy said dryly.
“I mean. At the same time.”
“In the same—” Keeley started. “The two of us?”
“Yeah. You know, if you’re both down for it.”
“Have you done anything like that before?” Roy asked, leaning forward slightly.
“Well, no,” Jamie admitted. “But I’ve done plenty of research.”
Roy snorted. “Yeah, I bet you have.”
“The thing is, I’m pretty sure we can make it work,” Jamie said eagerly. He could see Keeley was interested, her lips quirked in a thoughtful smile. Roy’s eyes were dark, but his shoulders were relaxed. He was thinking about it—Jamie could tell—and he didn’t hate it.
“How?” Keeley asked, and yeah, she was definitely onboard. Mint.
“So, I ride Roy like normal, right?” Jamie looked over and saw Roy’s lips thinned, like Jamie had just divulged some big secret. Right, right, the precious arrangement. “And then, Keeley, you’re behind me. I think with enough lube and enough patience, we can do it. Teamwork makes the dream work, you know what I mean?”
“I don’t know—” Roy started, and Jamie could see he was losing him.
“I’ll owe you one. Anything you want,” Jamie said quickly.
Roy opened his mouth and Jamie could feel his no all the way down to his bones.
“Two,” Jamie added. “Two favors. Anything. Any time. I can’t say no.”
Roy’s eyes slid from Jamie to Keeley and back again. Fuck, Jamie wished he was as easy to read as Keeley. He was like that fucking song Ted was always humming under his fucking breath. The one about knowing when to hold them and fold them. Jamie was not. He didn’t have the sense to know when to walk away, and every so often, that worked out in his favor.
“Fine.”
“Alright!” Jamie jumped to his feet and pumped his fist into the air. “Fucking sound. Okay, I’ve got everything all set up—”
“You’ve already set it up? Cocky prick, aren’t you? What if we said no?” Roy asked.
“I mean, I’ve got a room full of lube and dildos. I probably still would have had an okay time. You want anything to drink before we get started?”
“Tea,” Keeley said.
“Whiskey. A single and a double. Two.”
Jamie rolled his eyes. “Not gonna give you six shots of whiskey, mate. Need your dick to work, don’t I? Wait here.”
And maybe he did that on purpose, leaving Keeley and Roy alone in the lounge while he loped off into the kitchen. It wouldn’t kill them to spend a little time together. Maybe they would actually fucking talk. Or maybe Keeley would talk and Roy would be forced to listen. It was weird, being with both of them but never at the same time. He loved them both so fucking much, why couldn’t they all be together and be happy?
“Did he mention this to you?” Jamie heard Roy say, and god bless him, he didn’t even try to lower his voice.
“No, I’m as surprised as you. Hot though, innit?”
“It’s not going to be weird?”
“Only if you make it weird, Royo.”
If anybody could make a double-penetration of his ex-girlfriend’s mutual boyfriend weird, it was Roy.
Jamie picked up the bottle of whiskey he kept around for Roy and realized his fingers were shaking. The hard part was over, so he wasn’t nervous. He was fucking excited, wasn’t he? Roy wouldn’t change his mind. Not now that he agreed. Roy never went back on his word once he made Jamie a promise, no matter how absurd the promise, no matter how much he might end up regretting it. Even if he was huffing and puffing and complaining about it.
When Jamie returned to the table, Keeley and Roy were silently staring at each other. Not quite what he was hoping for. But at least they were both still there. Jamie set the glass in front of Roy and Roy’s hand darted out, closing around Jamie’s wrist. Jamie stiffened, expecting him to announce he changed his mind, but then he brought Jamie’s hand to his mouth, brushing his lips over Jamie’s knuckle. Right in front of Keeley. In direct contradiction to the agreed upon arrangement. Jamie smiled, his heart fluttering in his chest. It was hard to overstate just how fucking crazy it was for Roy to do something so soft in front of Keeley.
Roy released him and Jamie crossed to the other side of the table, setting the mug in front of her. She also caught him by the hand, pulling him down to her lips, kissing the corner of her mouth. Goose bumps erupted across his arms—that always happened when Keeley kissed him. Like she was electrified, and when they touched it lit up nerves all the way down to his toes. Kissing Keeley was definitely against the rules of The Arrangement, and he automatically looked over to Roy, but his face was calm. Impassive.
Okay. Alright. That was good. That was progress.
She smiled at him. “Thank you, Jamie.”
“You’re welcome,” Jamie breathed.
“You’re such a good boy.”
Jamie shivered, and his eyes darted to Roy again. His face hadn’t changed, but his eyes looked black, his pupils blown wide. Another shiver raced down his spine, and his knees felt weak. He was sure this was the best idea he ever had, but also, it might be the end of him. He might actually die from excitement if not from the pleasure of being with both these incredible people at the same time.
“Have you prepped?” Roy asked.
“No.”
“Don’t you think you should?”
Jamie licked his lips, his mouth dry. “Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.”
“Here, Jamie. I have some lube for you.” Keeley dug through her purse and produced a new bottle of his favorite lube. “Do it here so we can watch while we have our drinks, yeah?”
“Yeah, alright.”
This was fucking happening. He pushed his shorts off and pulled out the chair at the head of the table, sitting on the edge of the seat with his feet braced against the edge of the table, his knees open wide. His cock was hard and heavy, and he used his left hand to hold it against his thigh, his right reaching past his balls to his hole.
Keeley was better than Roy at acting indifferent. She drank her tea and checked her phone and barely seemed interested in the way Jamie gradually fucked himself open. Jamie knew better, though. She kept shifting in her seat, and her nipples were tight peaks against her t-shirt. Roy sipped his whiskey and stared, watching every gesture, not looking away for a second. He always watched Jamie like that. On the pitch, he was looking for flaws, no matter how small, barking out orders to fix whatever problem he spotted. But he wasn’t like that when they were alone. When they were alone, he drank in every detail for the pleasure of it. Jamie couldn’t get enough of that, of how it felt to have Roy’s full, undivided attention—his complete approval.
Fuck, he wanted this to be good for them. Wanted to be a good boy for both of them so they could see that The Arrangement, and all its stupid rules, wasn’t necessary. The three of them should be together. For all the obvious reasons, plus it was fucking stressful dating two people who knew about each other but still insisted Jamie pretend the other didn’t fucking exist. Clearly, Roy wasn’t completely consumed by a jealous rage at the sight of him with Keeley. Obviously, Keeley didn’t have reason to be insecure when Roy kissed him.
By the time Jamie worked up to four fingers, he wasn’t thinking about that anymore. Wasn’t watching them to gauge their reactions. Didn’t even have his eyes open. He dropped his head back and pushed his hips forward, fucking himself as deeply as he could, imagining it was Roy’s cock splitting him open.
“Jamie.”
Roy’s voice pulled him back to the real world, and he opened his eyes in a daze. “Hmm?”
“That’s enough. Go on and wait for us.”
Jamie nodded, easing his fingers out, standing slowly on shaking legs. He held his cock to keep it from slapping against his thigh, feeling like the thin skin at the tip might rip he was so fucking full of blood and desire. It never occurred to him that one or both of them might get cold feet or change their mind. He wasn’t exactly in the state to question a command from Roy, anyway.
He hadn’t been kidding about having the bedroom ready for their night and his most hoped for outcome. He might have gone a tad overboard with the lube—if not the volume, then the sheer variety. But he had preferences when it came to texture, and Roy needed lube that was for sensitive skin, and Keeley liked the stuff that got warm and it was a lot to think about when Jamie was also trying to orchestrate something impossible. He also had a decent selection of dildos, but his favorite was already attached to the strap Keeley left at his—his favorite might have been similar in dimensions to Roy’s dick and had that super lush silicone that felt like real skin.
He did want it to be a bit romantic, but he didn’t fancy the idea of all of this fancy lube and silicone catching on fire, so he’d bought about a hundred LED tea lights and spent nearly thirty minutes turning them on and setting them up. The effect had been worth it—the warm, golden light of candles without any of the fire danger or the smoke that Roy hated. And then because a little alcohol never hurt anything, he also had champagne chilling.
Maybe he’d gone overboard.
But if he managed to get Roy and Keeley in his bedroom at the same time, he wanted it to be nice for them. And if he managed to get Roy and Keeley in his ass at the same time, he wanted it to be special for all of them.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Jamie. It looks like you’re planning to propose or some shit,” Roy said from the door.
Jamie shrugged. “Nothing wrong with putting a bit of effort into date night.”
“I think it’s nice, Jamie.”
Roy’s eyebrows drew together, gaze jumping from Jamie to Keeley and back again. “It is nice,” he said gruffly. “Just…wasn’t expecting it.”
“Ooh! Is that champagne! Yum.” Keeley crossed to the bucket, coming up short when she saw it was surrounded by about a dozen brands of lube. “I don’t think it’s going to take this much.”
“Wanted to be sure we had what was needed, is all.” Despite his casual tone, he was starting to feel a little self-conscious. Maybe he had gone overboard and now they were going to laugh at him. Together. That was what would bond them again.
“C’mere.”
Roy took him by the hand and pulled him close, kissing him and stopping his thoughts before they could spiral. There was still a hint of whiskey on his breath, and his tongue was warm and teasing, and Jamie melted like he always did. Like he always would. Roy’s other hand snuck around his waist, sliding down his ass to cup the rounded bottom of his cheek, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened. It felt like weeks since Roy kissed him like this because it had been weeks because he only properly kissed Jamie on Date Night, as per the other arrangement Roy insisted on when they started up. Jamie moaned, grinding himself against Roy’s hip, irritated by the fact that he was feeling denim instead of skin.
Keeley’s light touch on his arm pulled his attention from Roy, and he lifted his head to see her watching them, lips parted, eyes wide. It had been nearly six months since the night Roy and Keeley knocked on his door, informing him they got in a fight over who got to date him and asking him to choose. Naturally, he absolutely refused—he’d date both or neither, but he wasn’t going to fucking choose one over the other. And thus, The Arrangement was born. And they stuck to it pretty closely, too. Which meant this was the first time Keeley watched Roy kiss him.
“You good, yeah?”
“Oh, I’m good. Here, have a drink.”
She filled her mouth with champagne and cupped him by the back of the head, letting the fizzy liquid flow back into his mouth and down his throat, her tongue following it, sliding over his slowly, as intoxicating as the booze. She made him dizzy every time she kissed him like that, the blood rushing from his head.
When she pulled away, his attention went right back to Roy, praying that they’d made it over this little obstacle. It would be so much fucking easier if Roy would just talk to him and tell him if he still had feelings for Keeley, if he insisted on such a strict separation because seeing Jamie and Keeley together would hurt him. Jamie would never step over any lines in the sand if he thought it might actually cause Roy pain. But his hands weren’t curled into fists, and his eyebrows weren’t bunched together, and he wasn’t all twisted up with rage.
Great. Okay. Everything was still on track and rolling right along.
“You two get situated while I get ready, yeah?” Keeley said, nudging Jamie towards the bed.
“Can I undress you?” Jamie asked hoarsely.
Roy nodded, and Jamie immediately yanked at his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. Undressing Roy was one of his favorite things to do—a fact that Roy sometimes teased him about but Jamie couldn’t help it. Undressing him was like unwrapping a birthday present and finding Christmas underneath. It was the best way for Jamie to get a deep breath of his natural scent, the musk of his hair and skin, a hint of his beard oil, and the softest whiff of his shampoo. Not to mention how good it felt to finally get to touch him. All day, every day, Jamie could feast his eyes on him, but never stand as close as he wanted, never get to touch, never just bury his face against the hair on Roy’s chest and inhale and kiss and lick until Roy made that low, grumbly noise that meant he was trying not to let on how fucking ticklish he was.
Usually, Jamie would tease a little, take his time in undoing Roy’s fly, but he didn’t have that kind of patience tonight. He unsnapped the buttons and pushed the jeans down his hips, palm cupping Roy over his pants, massaging him gently until he felt him swell and harden. Jamie dropped his knees, pulling Roy’s briefs down to his ankles and nuzzling against his groin, nosing into his shaft, and then lower to his balls, then licking a path along his length up to the head. When he closed his lips around the top, Roy moaned softly, fingers sliding over Jamie’s scalp, his touch light.
Jamie lost track of time, lavishing Roy with his tongue, kissing him, sucking him, pulling him down his throat, teasing his slit, everything his mouth watered for, everything he dreamed about for the past two weeks. He forgot he had an actual agenda for the evening. Until Roy cupped his cheek, his thumb brushing over his eyelashes.
“Jamie. Get Keeley ready for you, yeah?”
Jamie blinked, the words not making sense at first, his mind so far gone that he had to repeat them a few times to himself before it finally clicked. Roy stepped back, his cock sliding from Jamie’s lips, and when he looked up, he saw Keeley standing over him, her strap on in place. He didn’t need to be told a second time, his mouth wrapping around her dick as easily as it went around Roy’s. She was always so affectionate with him, petting his hair and face, talking the whole time, telling him he was so good and how much she loved to see him like that. He knew if he worked all the way down the shaft and pressed his lips to the base, the clit stimulator on the other side of the harness would hit her just right, and soon her words fell into whimpery little moans that drove him insane.
She had a bottle of lube in her hand—the one he picked with Roy in mind—and once the dick was slick with his spit, he leaned back and took the bottle from her, dumping a generous amount over the thick shaft and stroking it slowly, grinding the stimulator against Keeley’s clit until she was rolling her hips and pulling at his hair, her head falling back exposing the fine column of her throat. Jamie looked over to Roy, expecting to see his attention locked on the beautiful goddess right in front of him, but instead he was watching Jamie. Which was no different than usual—Roy was always watching him—but this time it made Jamie blush, the heat spreading from his throat all the way to his scalp.
“You ready?” Roy asked, voice low and raw.
Was he? Now was the moment of truth, and he didn’t even know the answer to that question. All of his planning had led to this moment, exactly as he hoped. He was slick and stretched, Roy was hard and waiting for him, Keeley was on the edge of orgasm, her breath rapid, her face as pink as his felt. Everything was right and perfect so why did he feel a fluttering in his stomach that reminded him more of nerves than excitement?
“Come on,” Roy said, taking him by the hand and pulling him to his feet. He walked backwards, leading Jamie to the bed, and Keeley pressed against his back, arms wrapping around his torso, gently guiding him forward.
Roy lay back on the mattress, pulling Jamie down on top of him, and Keeley followed, still attached to his back. Jamie closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the smell of the two of them combining in his head, the scratchy softness of Roy’s chest against his, the silky smoothness of Keeley’s tits sliding over his back. In that moment, that was all he wanted. All he needed. All he had been hoping for. Roy’s mouth on his, Keeley’s lips on his neck only deepened the enchantment. He was floating. He was satisfied. He was aching for more. He shifted, straddling Roy’s hips, rocking back so his dick would slide against his crack.
Jamie twitched with surprise when he felt the thick head press against his hole, and he realized Keeley was there with he assist, gripping Roy’s base and angling him so all Jamie had to do was sink back.
“There you go,” she said, her voice thick. “Look at that. God you two are so pretty.”
Jamie looked over his shoulder to see her staring right at the point where their bodies joined, where Roy was disappearing into him. He bit down on his lip, only slightly muffling his moan as he sank down all the way and then remained still, waiting for the overwhelming sensation of being stretched open to fade.
“I wanna see that again,” Keeley said, taking Jamie by the hip and slowly guiding him forward, his body burning as Roy slid out of him. He dropped his head and found Roy’s mouth, sighing into the familiar heat and pressure, bonelessly allowing Keeley to bring him back down on Roy’s cock, not resisting the slow—almost excruciating—pace she set. “Whoa…Jamie….are you ready? I need to be inside you now.”
Jamie broke away from Roy’s mouth long enough to say, “Yes, yes. Please.”
“Hey,” Roy said softly, the words meant for Jamie’s ears only. “If it’s too much, say something.”
“I’ll use my safeword.”
“You have a safeword?”
“With Keeley.”
“Fine. Just…use it. If you need to.”
“I will.” Jamie grunted as Keeley pulled his hips back down, seating him fully on Roy’s cock. “I promise.”
That was the last coherent word Jamie could manage. Keeley used her finger first, spreading more of the lube around his rim and then gently pushing her fingertip along the top of Roy’s dick and into Jamie’s hole. Just the additional stretch of her finger was almost too much to handle, and he sucked his breath in sharply.
“It’s okay,” Keeley said soothingly. “You’re okay. Just give it a second.” She repeated herself as she added a second finger, and for a wild moment, Jamie thought it wasn’t going to be okay. He was going to have to use his safeword because he couldn’t take this. Not like he thought he could. They’d have to work up to it. Maybe over several nights. Maybe over several years.
“You wanna stop?” Roy asked.
Something about hearing it articulated made Jamie relax—he didn’t want to stop. He shook his head, and he half-expected Roy to argue with him, but Roy licked at his bottom lip.
“Then focus on me.”
Yeah. Yeah, he could do that. Wouldn’t be the first time Jamie focused on him to push beyond his limits. He sealed their lips together, sinking into the sensation of Roy’s mouth, the texture of his inner-cheek and the way he used his tongue to fuck into Jamie’s mouth, and how he completely overpowered all of his senses and he realized in a distant way that Keeley’s fingers were moving, pushing deeper, past her knuckle, and her other hand was still on his hip, and she was guiding him again, up and down, up and down, until he eased back and was taking her all the way to the third knuckle.
“Oh my God, Jamie. This is so hot.”
“It fucking is,” Roy said against his mouth. Jamie felt flushed again, pleasure making his hair stand on end, making his scalp tingle. “Wanna feel her fuck you.”
“Oh fuck,” Jamie gasped, and now there would be no stopping. No second-guessing. Keeley wanted to do it, and Roy wanted to feel it, and Jamie wanted to show them that he could be everything for them, do anything for them. It was like a flip switched inside of him, and now her fingers, which had been almost too much didn’t seem like quite enough at all. “Please…please Keeley. I’m ready.”
“Okay, babe. Gonna take it slow, yeah?”
“Okay, okay, whatever you say, please. Just please.”
She urged him forward, stopping just as Roy’s head reached his rim. He felt the slick tip of her dick nudge his hole, felt her press and press and press until the muscle stretched just enough to let the tip in, and then her fingers tightened on his hip and she was guiding him back. At first, he couldn’t move, like his entire body was frozen, but she was gentle and patient and he was slick and he wanted it, god he wanted it so bad, and Roy was whispering in his ear, “That’s it, I can feel her. You’re so fucking hot, sweetheart. You can do it. Go on.”
If Roy said it, it had to be true. That was all Jamie was capable of thinking at that point. The only sense he was able to make. He sank back slowly, inch by inch, until he was forced to stop again, gasping but unable to pull any air into his lungs. Keeley rubbed a soothing circle on his lower back.
“You’re doing great, babe. You want us to do the rest?”
“Yes,” Jamie said between gasps.
“Okay. We’ll go on three. Stay relaxed, Jamie. You’re doing so good.”
Jamie’s ears were buzzing, and he barely heard her count it off, and then she was moving forward and Roy was thrusting his hips up, and they moved in perfect sync, in perfect rhythm, filling him at the same time. Fireworks went off behind his eyes, and that was all he could see because everything else went black. He shouted—at least, he thought that sound came from him—and then his cock jerked and he felt the slick of his come catch against his stomach, muscles spasming and clenching around the dicks buried in his ass.
“Jamie?” Keeley’s voice, low and urgent, and he could hear the strain under the word, knew she was doing everything possible to hold herself back.
“Fuck me. Please.”
The reason he would never choose between Roy and Keeley was simple—they were both absolutely perfect. Just fucking perfect. His love for them was almost childish in its purity, and nothing would change that. But what was really fucking incredible was that they loved him, too. He knew they did because all he ever had to do was ask and they would both just give him what he wanted. Like it was instinct. And they did that now, fucking him exactly like he asked, moving in perfect harmony, their bodies still attuned to each other, their rhythm still matching.
Jamie shouted and groaned until his voice was raw and this throat hurt and even then, he couldn’t help himself from screaming their names, only silent when he was teeth were sinking into Roy’s shoulder, or Keeley draped over his back to claim his mouth. And even then, he wasn’t quite silent because every breath was a moan. Roy clutched his left hip and Keeley’s fingers curled against his right side, and every second of sensation was beyond simple concepts like pain or pleasure—it was all-encompassing and mind breaking and he never wanted it to end. Every few minutes his body would quake, his dick jerking automatically from the force of his orgasm, even if he wasn’t producing anything. Each time he gripped down around them, Roy’s grunts turned into growls.
“Please come,” Jamie managed. “Please. I want to feel it.”
The shudder that moved through Roy’s body was enough to electrify Jamie, and Roy’s come eased Keeley’s passage, allowing her to snap her hips harder and harder as Roy softened. Her rhythm shifted, and he knew from the ragged sound of her breathing that she was close, and then Roy slipped out of him, and he was able to angle his hips just right to slam home, her final shout pushing Jamie over the edge one more time.
She collapsed on him, and Roy’s arms went around them both, and everything in the world was absolutely perfect, the way it was meant to be.
“Can we do that again?” Jamie asked, once his brain could engage his mouth. “Like, all the time?”
“Once a month,” Roy said. “That’s what you asked for.”
“I meant to ask for it once a week.”
“Insatiable.”
“You are,” Jamie muttered, too comfortable and pleased to argue anymore.
He was just starting to drift into sleep when he heard Keeley say, “You’re really in love with him, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” Roy’s soft response came without hesitation.
“Me, too.”
“I know. You still think you and me could be friends?”
“Yeah. Maybe…maybe with benefits.”
“You mean Jamie benefits.”
Keeley snorted. “He’s a bit greedy but he’s not wrong. It’s nice, the three of us. Maybe we can make a new arrangement.”
“I’d like that.”
And Jamie knew he wasn’t sleeping, but the deep warmth flooding through him felt like a dream.