Edges

Chapter Eight

Mick and Shanti pulled in behind Ryan’s car in the driveway. Ryan’s house was an A-frame with a big porch in the front, set back from the road. “What the hell are we doing?” Shanti asked. “This is crazy.”

Mick glanced at him. “He only invited us over for a drink. You said you wanted to go. What’s the matter?”

“I’m sobering up,” Shanti said. “That’s what’s the matter.”

Mick laughed. “If you’re not comfortable we can leave. And you know, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. If you’re not feeling it, we have a drink, then we go. Your call, babe.”

The ‘babe’ went a long way toward him wanting to please Mick, making him feel buzzed all over again, all those sex chemicals firing up. Ryan got out of his BMW, gave them a wave, pointed to the house and headed up his walk. “He is pretty cute,” Shanti said.

“He is,” Mick said. “But you’re cuter.”

“I don’t know how to have a threesome, Mick.”

Mick opened his door, but smiled at Shanti before stepping out. “That may not even happen. But if it does, just remember what we talked about. This is about us . Okay? Not him. Us.”

Shanti swallowed hard, nodded, and stepped out of the truck.

He followed Mick into Ryan’s house, a bachelor pad with skis and snowboards against the walls, the living room open to a tiny kitchen with a counter hutch. Ryan stood behind it, smiling at them as he set three shot glasses out. “Tequila?”

“Sure,” Mick answered for the both of them.

Ryan had turned on some music, and the place was warm and inviting, with track lighting overhead, and a couple of soft, unremarkable couches and tables. Shanti took the shot Mick offered, then Ryan gently grasped his hand, pouring a bit of salt between his thumb and index finger. “There you go,” Ryan said.

Shanti licked the salt and tossed back the shot, watching as Mick did the same. Mick grabbed a lemon wedge and sucked on it, and Shanti copied. He caught Ryan’s blue eyes on him as he sucked, and found his cock stirring again in his pants. It was strange, being with two men he was attracted to. And while Mick was the only one he was developing actual feelings for, it wasn’t as awkward as he’d imagined.

“So,” Ryan said. “Are you two a couple, friends with benefits, or what?” His eyes darted back and forth between them. “Fine by me either way, you guys are fun. Just want to know what’s what so I don’t step on anyone’s toes.”

Shanti was at a loss for words, but Mick moved in behind him, wrapping his arms around him in a hug while his groin rubbed against his ass. “We’re a couple of something,” Mick said to Ryan as he pressed himself against Shanti. “Not quite sure what yet, but it’s really good. And we’re open to new experiences.”

Ryan laughed. “Fair enough. Let’s go into the living room, I’ll bring some beers.”

Mick let go of Shanti and he turned around. He offered Shanti a sweet smile before he took his hand and led him into the living room, pulling him down on one of the couches. “You okay, Crash?” he whispered in his ear.

Shanti shivered at the tickle of his stubble. “Yeah, fine,” he said. And he was. With Mick at his side, touching him, reassuring him, he actually was okay. And as much as he’d doubted and questioned Mick’s words, it felt like this was about them, regardless of the other man in the room.

Mick had his arm around Shanti, stroking his hair when Ryan came into the room with three beers, putting them down on a wooden coffee table. He sat on the floor opposite them, his back against the other couch. Sipping his beer, his eyes darted back and forth between Mick and Shanti. “I can’t decide which one of you is better looking,” he said. “It really wasn’t fair of you to go to the bar together tonight, you didn’t give anyone else a chance.”

“We’ll give you a chance,” Mick said. “Won’t we, Shanti?”

Shanti tensed slightly, and Mick’s hand trailed down to his thigh, squeezing reassuringly. Ryan’s eyes were on Shanti as he offered him a shy smile. “I understand if you’re not interested, Shanti,” Ryan said. “You’ve got more than enough man right by your side. But if we’re being honest, I think you’re fucking amazing.”

Shanti swallowed hard as Ryan kept his eyes on him, Mick’s fingers rubbing circles over his thigh. “I never said I wasn’t interested.”

Ryan set his beer down and slowly moved over until he was kneeling before them. His sapphire blue eyes met Shanti’s as he reached his hand out. “Since I wanted to kiss you from the moment I saw you at the bar, may I?”

Shanti took his hand. He didn’t have to look at Mick to know it wasn’t a problem, as Mick’s fingers—still tangled through the hair at the back of his head—gently urged him forward. Ryan tugged him closer and their lips met. As Shanti kissed him, soft tongues exploring, Mick stroked his hair. Ryan’s spicy cologne filled his senses, and their hands gripped tighter as the kiss deepened. Then with a gentle tug, Ryan pulled Shanti down onto the floor with him as Mick’s fingers slid out of his hair.

He and Ryan sat tangled together on the floor, Ryan’s hands roaming his chest as they made out, and Shanti swelled painfully down below. It was dizzying, kissing this guy, knowing Mick was watching. Wondering if Mick was getting hard.

Ryan sucked at his chin, then mouthed behind his ear. Shanti glanced up at Mick. With his green eyes focused on Shanti, Mick unzipped his jeans, and slid his hand over his boxers, rubbing his own erection. He smiled at Shanti, nodding encouragement.

As Ryan continued to kiss Shanti’s neck, his hands drifted up under his shirt, and he pushed him onto his back, moving his mouth down to his chest. Shanti ran fingers through Ryan’s thick black hair as his breathing quickened, staring up at the track lighting. As Ryan’s mouth moved lower, down his stomach, he felt the tug at his jeans as he unbuttoned them.

As much as he was enjoying it, he didn’t want to just lie there and be serviced while Mick sat and did nothing on the couch. When Ryan unzipped his fly and tugged his jeans down, exposing his thick shaft, Shanti reached an arm out for Mick.

Standing, Mick took off his shirt, then his jeans. In only his boxers, he gingerly stepped around them, and knelt down on the other side of Shanti. Pressing his big chest to his side, Mick captured his lips. While Mick’s tongue slid into Shanti’s mouth, he felt Ryan’s slick tongue on his cock, and he groaned. Mick broke the kiss for a moment and glanced down at Ryan, just as he took Shanti’s full girth into his mouth, sucking him deep. Stomach shuddering, Shanti gasped, and Mick caught it with his mouth, pressing him forcefully against the floor, kissing him roughly and furiously. The combination of being simultaneously kissed, pinned down, and sucked was almost too much to bear.

Lifting himself up, Mick looked down at him with eyes of fire, face flushed with arousal as he lifted Shanti’s shirt up over his shoulders and tossed it aside. Ryan pulled back and released his cock, looking up at Shanti, then Mick. “I’ve got condoms and lube in the coffee table,” he said. “Do you want to stay here or move to the bedroom?”

Running a hand over the soft shag rug, Mick said, “Here is fine. Ryan, take your clothes off.”

A flushed smile lit Ryan’s face, and he raised himself onto his knees, peeling his shirt off. His body was perfect, olive skin decorated in sexy black tattoos that matched his hair, and Shanti’s gut tightened at the sight of his nice chest and stomach. He rose to his feet and unfastened his jeans as Mick dug the condoms and lube out of the coffee table. I cannot believe I’m doing this , Shanti thought, even as his cock stretched painfully with the most intense arousal he’d ever felt.

Naked and gleaming, thick cock bouncing between his thighs, Ryan knelt down and tugged Shanti’s jeans and briefs off, then slid his hands up his naked thighs. “You are beautiful,” he said.

“He is, isn’t he?” Mick added as he knelt down behind Shanti, setting the condoms and lube to one side. “You want to kiss him again?”

“Absolutely,” Ryan said, taking Shanti’s hand and pulling him up to his knees, while Mick supported his back. It occurred to Shanti then that he had become the passive element in this mix, the partner to be acted upon more than the aggressor, but he didn’t mind. The way the two men discussed sharing him caused a surge of emotion, hot and searing blended with surrender.

All three now naked and on their knees, Mick’s arm wrapped around Shanti’s waist from behind, his hand gently pushed his head toward Ryan’s, who grabbed his face and kissed him, tongue delving deep into his mouth. With Ryan’s heated skin sliding against his chest, and Mick’s firm body rubbing against him in the back, Shanti could hardly breathe. His pulse tapped so hard in his throat he feared he’d pass out from sheer bliss. While Ryan kissed him, their cocks grazed, and Mick’s hands slid down his back and fondled his ass while he nibbled at the back of Shanti’s neck.

While he made out with Ryan, he was vaguely aware of Mick squeezing lube into his hand. He gasped as Mick slid his arm around, taking both Ryan’s and Shanti’s cocks in one lubed fist, gliding them together and slickening them.

Ryan gasped and broke the kiss as he looked down. Mick’s big hand held their cocks upright as he slowly pumped up and down. Shanti nearly exploded. There were too many sensations: Mick’s firm fist, claiming him, the ridges of Ryan’s cock gliding against his, the slippery, delicious friction of lubed flesh. Taking Ryan’s hand, Mick led it down, and Ryan took over, grasping their cocks and holding them together as Mick’s hand slid away.

Ryan kissed Shanti again, gripping the back of his head as his other hand pressed their cocks together. His rhythm wasn’t as perfect as Mick’s had been, but Shanti was actually thankful for that, he’d been afraid he’d come too fast with Mick’s expert ministrations. As Shanti let his hands wander over Ryan’s waist, down his back, cupping his ass, he felt Mick press against him again.

Kneading his ass cheeks, Mick slid two lubed fingers down his crack, then lower, massaging his balls from behind. Shanti groaned, legs trembling as Mick’s fingers slid back up, pressing against his opening. Shanti gasped. “Guys,” he whispered. “I’m gonna fall over.”

Ryan grabbed his shoulders, and looked past him at Mick. “Fall over onto me,” he said. “You can fuck me while Mick fucks you. Right?”

Mick let out a belly laugh. “Okay, super freak. How long you been thinking about that?”

Chuckling, Ryan’s cheeks flushed in the dim light. “Since you made your appearance while I was talking to Shanti in the bar. Is it not a good idea? Shanti?”

Shanti looked over his shoulder just as Mick grabbed his jaw and kissed him deeply. “You okay with that?” Mick whispered against his lips, voice breathy with need. Shanti nodded, unable to find his voice.

Quickly, Mick unwrapped two condoms, putting one on himself. Pulling Shanti back into his chest, he reached around and rolled the other condom down Shanti’s cock, giving it a squeeze. His hand disappeared momentarily, then returned, lubing Shanti’s erection while Ryan watched, lips parted.

For the first time, Mick crawled around Shanti and grabbed Ryan, giving him an open mouthed kiss. Ryan clutched at Mick, panting feverishly as he kissed him back. Shanti expected to feel jealous, but his balls tightened as a rush of pure lust coursed through his body. Breaking the kiss, Mick said to Ryan, “Lie down.”

Blue eyes heavy lidded, Ryan obeyed, looking flustered. Shanti marveled at the affect that one kiss from Mick had on Ryan, leaving him breathless. But Mick had that going for him, that gentle yet forceful way he did everything. He couldn’t blame Ryan for responding to Mick in a way Shanti hadn’t quite been able to make him.

But it was Shanti Ryan reached for as he lay on the floor. “Come here, Shanti. I want that beautiful cock inside me.”

Stomach tightening, Shanti crawled over him, then lowered himself between his legs. Ryan pulled him against his chest, kissing him roughly. They writhed together for several moments, then Shanti felt Mick’s fingers on his ass, lubing his opening and rubbing his balls in that exquisite rhythm as he’d done in the hot tub. It was a different sensation from behind, with the open air on him, exposed and vulnerable, making his cock even stiffer than it already was.

Struggling to control the multiple sensations, he lifted himself onto his elbow. “Are you ready?” he asked Ryan. “Need more lube?”

“No, I’m ready,” Ryan whispered. “Ready for you.”

“Okay.”

Ryan gasped as Shanti slid the head of his cock along his opening, teasing, then penetrated him just part of the way. “Yes,” Ryan choked out. “I’m ready.”

Shanti hadn’t done this in a while, so he went slow, shuddering as he slid farther into the other man’s tight heat. At the pushed all the way in, Ryan lifted his hips to meet the intrusion. At the exact same time, Mick slid two lubed fingers into him, and Shanti groaned in ecstasy.

Lifting his legs, Ryan urged Shanti in deeper, holding the backs of his thighs. “Don’t be gentle,” he said. “I wanna feel you.”

Shanti moved in and out of him, but was afraid to go faster, as each time Ryan’s tight muscle squeezed his dick, a blast of pleasure tightened his balls. He didn’t want to be the killjoy and come too quick, as he could barely maintain control as it was, with Mick’s fingers moving inside him. Then Mick’s fingers slid out, and he felt the tip of his cock pressing there instead. After a brief pause, Mick slid into him.

Still somewhat incredulous that this was happening, Shanti struggled to keep the rhythm as he fucked Ryan, who writhed beneath him, cock pressed between their sweaty bellies. There was a slight pain as Mick pressed in further, then a delicious pleasure as he partially withdrew, fingers tightening on the back of Shanti’s hair. “Is that okay, babe?” Mick whispered.

“Yes, fuck. It’s all better than okay.”

“Second that,” Ryan said, then gasped. “God, that’s it.”

Tendrils of ecstasy moved from his cock, down his balls, and up through his prostate as Mick shoved himself in again, forcing Shanti harder into Ryan, who cried out. Then Mick slowly withdrew, and repeated the action. This time it was Shanti who cried out, the pleasure coming from all sides sending him into the stratosphere, his body starting to feel not his own, like some pleasure monster was controlling it and he was just along for the ride.

He felt Mick’s thick chest press against his back, knees spreading his legs, and the action forced Shanti harder against Ryan. Mick bit into the back of his neck, making him gasp. Then, as Mick began to rhythmically pump into Shanti’s ass, he set the rhythm for all of them—Mick driving into Shanti as Shanti drove into Ryan.

Shanti’s head spun, body whirling in sensation: Mick taking him from behind and Ryan crying out from underneath as Shanti’s cock thrust into his clenching hole, the sound of flesh against flesh, sweat and cologne...and then he lost his ability to hold the pending explosion at bay.

“I-I-I’m sorry,” Shanti panted. “I can’t—”

“I’m gonna come,” Ryan shouted.

Oh thank god, it’s not just me.

Switching to double time, Mick slammed him, stretching him, his weight falling down on them without mercy. Then they burst like the reactors at Chernobyl: Shanti shooting into Ryan, as Ryan spurted hot up between their stomachs. Shanti felt Mick’s heat fill the condom as he gave a final thrust into his ass.

But it was Mick’s cry of pleasure that gave Shanti the most satisfaction, sent his orgasm careening over the edge, and he pushed his ass back against him, clenching as he held him there. Mick let out another cry, bit Shanti’s shoulder, and collapsed on top of them.

They lay there for a long while, three hearts beating, three bodies sweating, each trying to catch their breath. Finally, a muffled sound came from Ryan. “Guys? I just realized you’re both pretty heavy.”

Shanti snickered, and Mick laughed as he climbed off, falling onto his back on the rug.

Shanti rolled over as well, and Ryan sat up, and crawled up beside him. Falling onto his back, Ryan reached over and entwined his fingers with Shanti’s. “I take it back,” he said. “You two can go to the bar together any time you want.”