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  “Oh, fuck.” Zac fumbled with the zipper on his shorts, freed his cock, and got his hand in motion, his senses in overdrive. On the bed, Jake shifted, sitting back against the pillows, while the third guy squatted over him, carefully easing Jake’s bare thick dick into his hole, then sinking down on it with a groan. He bounced on it, his weight on his hands, and Zac watched every inch of that cock slide in and out of the guy’s body, the shaft glistening with lube.

  Chris wrapped his hand around Zac’s shaft, not stopping in his adoration of Zac’s nipple, and Zac was lost. He lay back against the seat cushions, his gaze locked on the men, acutely aware of Chris’s tongue lapping his sensitive nipple, his strong fingers curled around Zac’s dick.

  Jake supported Third Guy’s ass with both hands as he commenced fucking up into him, while Matt kissed the two of them, dividing his time equally.

  “Take off your shorts,” Chris whispered.

  Zac didn’t hesitate. He shoved down over his knees, to his ankles, then kicked them off. After a moment’s thought, he removed the vest too, until all he wore were his boots. Chris nodded in approval, then took Zac’s cock once more in his hand, only now, he kissed Zac’s chest, tracing a line between Zac’s nipples with his tongue.

  Zac caught his breath as Matt shifted on the bed, crouching behind Third Guy, his dick slick with lube. Jake pulled the guy down onto his chest as Matt aimed the head of his cock at the guy’s hole.

  Zac couldn’t tear his gaze away as Matt slowly pushed, amid a soft chorus of moans of ‘oh fuck’ from Third Guy, until Matt was buried inside him.

  “Sweet Jesus, two of them?” Zac’s jaw dropped.

  “That’s a lot of dick we’re putting in there,” Matt said breathlessly.

  “You’re not fucking kidding!” Zac said in a low voice, watching as Matt started to move, slowly at first, while Jake remained still, his cock still filling Third Guy.

  He noticed everything. The way Jake gently rubbed Third Guy’s butt cheeks, spreading him. The way Matt kissed Third Guy’s shoulders, keeping up a soft litany of encouragement.

  Then Chris shifted off the couch onto his knees between Zac’s legs, pushed his thighs apart, and went down on him with a warm, wet mouth.

  It was all Zac could do not to explode.

  He placed one hand carefully on Chris’s head, then focused on the scene on the bed while he pushed up with his hips. The slick sounds that accompanied each glide of Matt’s cock into Third Guy’s hole were so intensely erotic, that Zac had to breathe deeply to rein in the urge to come. It didn’t help that he could hear what the guys were saying, and the dirty talk only ramped up his need.

  “Fuck, I can feel your dick coming into his hole,” Jake said softly.

  Matt slowed down, and Third Guy groaned. “I can feel the end of your cock, that fat head. Feel it when they rub together?” Then Matt sped up, Jake’s hands on his thighs, and Jake moaned.

  Zac loved how Third Guy kissed Jake, his hands on either side of Jake’s head, while Matt thrust faster, their groans mingling. Zac’s body tingled, and he held Chris’s head firm, his hips in constant motion as his climax approached.

  “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Matt gasped. “I’m gonna fucking come so hard in him!”

  “Me too,” Jake grunted, breaking his kiss. His body became rigid as Matt stiffened too.

  Zac made no sound, but shot hard, filling Chris’s mouth, shuddering with each pulse from his dick. Chris drank him down, not missing a drop, and Zac cradled Chris’s head with both hands, stroking his hair as the final tremors ebbed away. On the bed, the three men held each other, sharing caresses and kisses, but even Zac could see they weren’t done yet.

  Zac, however, was ready for someone to stick a fork in him.

  Chris pulled free of Zac’s cock and sat up. Zac couldn’t miss the bulge in his jeans, and he leaned forward to run his hand over it.

  “Want me to take care of that for you?”

  Chris smiled. “Only if you do it in our cottage.”

  It took a moment for his words to sink in. Zac grinned. “Are you shy about getting your dick sucked in public?”

  Chris laughed. “I wasn’t shy about coming all over your back, now, was I? Let’s just say I’m not in a sharing mood right now.”

  The thought of having Chris on his back in that big bed, while Zac brought him off with his mouth… Yeah, Zac liked that a lot.

  “Then what are we waiting for?”

  ***

  Chris couldn’t hold off his orgasm a second longer. He pushed his head back into the pillows and cried out from the sheer pleasure of it all as Zac swallowed his load, Zac’s gentle hands on his belly. The addition of a single finger in his ass had been point of no return, and Chris couldn’t recall the last time he’d come so hard. He lay there, enjoying wave upon wave of sexual bliss, until at last he was quiet, his heartbeat returning to normal.

  He beckoned to Zac to join him, and in what was a first for them, they cuddled.

  “This has been an awesome experience,” Zac said softly, his head resting on Chris’s shoulder.

  “I’m glad.” Chris fell silent, enjoying the intimate contact, the scent of Zac, the warmth of his skin against Chris’s body.

  “But what I want to know is… is that it? Are we done?”

  Chris peered at him. “Do you want us to be done?”

  Zac sat up, gazing at him. “That depends.”

  “On what?” For the first time, a ripple of unease went through him. He liked things as they were, but what if Zac wanted more than Chris was able to give? Chris didn’t want to lose him.

  Zac said nothing for a moment, studying Chris in silence. Finally, he sighed. “I like you. I really like you. I love what we have. How you see so much of me. And I love what we do. Going to places together… getting off together…” That last remark was accompanied by a smile. “I guess what I need to know is, would you be happy if we continued like that? Sort of… fuck-buddies who don’t fuck?”

  Chris stared at him. “You don’t want a relationship.” It wasn’t a question.

  Zac swallowed. “Not really, no.”

  Relief flooded through him. “Neither do I.”

  Zac gaped. “Really? I mean, I know you said you don’t do relationships, when we first met, but…”

  Chris laughed. “What made you think I’d changed my mind?”

  That sheepish look was adorable. “The cuddling.”

  He laughed out loud and held his arms wide. “Come here.” Zac rejoined him, snuggling against him. “Okay, confession time. I’m a cuddler. I’m a very tactile person. The main reason you haven’t seen that side of me is that I was kinda keeping it in check. I didn’t want you to get the wrong idea.”

  “And the first time we snuggle, I go and get the wrong idea.”

  Chris chuckled. “We’ll put that one down to your age. So… No, I’m not looking for a boyfriend. Yes, I love the idea of having a fuck-buddy. But I’d also like to be able to get to know you better. To have you as a friend too. If that’s okay.”

  Zac craned his neck and beamed at him. “That’s totally okay. As long as you think we’ll be able to find places to go where we can watch guys.”

  Chris snorted. “Oh honey. We are never gonna be short of those.”

  Zac settled his head back on Chris’s shoulder with a sigh. “Why do I get the feeling that this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship?”

  Chris wasn’t gonna argue with that.

  “For me? You shouldn’t have.”

  Four months later

  Chris checked the oven. The garlic bread was almost done, and the sauce for the pasta was simmering gently. All that was needed was the birthday boy.

  Right on cue, the doorbell rang.

  Chris opened it to reveal Zac in his work clothes, his shirt open at the collar and his tie absent, his jacket slung over one shoulder. “Hey, Happy Birthday!”

  Zac beamed. “Thanks.” He stepped into the apartment and immediately sn
iffed the air. “Aw. You didn’t.”

  “Why wouldn’t I cook your favorite pasta dish on your birthday?” He took Zac’s jacket. “I’m not gonna ask how work was. Just sit down, and I’ll pour you a glass of wine. Food’s ready. And seeing as tomorrow’s Saturday, if you want to sleep here tonight, you’re welcome. We can go for brunch tomorrow, if you like.”

  Zac let out a happy sigh. “You know, you’d make someone a wonderful husband.”

  Chris laughed and ushered him to the table. “Yeah, yeah. You just love me ’cause my cooking beats yours any day.” He poured them both a glass of red wine, before going to the stove to add the sauce to the meatballs.

  “Hey, where’s my present?” Zac called out.

  Chris snorted. “You are such a kid.” He stirred the sauce, then brought the pan of water up to boiling for the pasta. It wasn’t long before bubbling water covered the spaghetti.

  Zac appeared in the doorway. “What’s wrong with asking? I mean, I got you a present on your birthday, didn’t I?” His eyes glittered with mischief.

  Chris speared him with a look. “Yeah, how could I forget? Lemme see, there was a walking stick, a packet of Viagra, a thing for putting on my keys that beeps when I whistle for it, because of course I’m always losing my keys… Oh! And a pack of incontinence briefs.”

  Zac bit his lip. “Well, you are getting on, right?”

  Chris chuckled. His real present had been tickets to a show that Chris had been dying to see, but hadn’t been able to get a hold of. “You’d better hope I’m nicer to you, then.”

  Zac peered around the kitchen. “Then you have got me a present.”

  Chris pointed to the oven. “Seeing as you’re here, make yourself useful and get the bread out of the oven. The oven mitts are in their usual place. I’ll put out the meatballs.”

  Minutes later they were both enjoying the fruits of Chris’s labor, Zac moaning with pleasure at each mouthful of meatball and garlic bread. Chris loved cooking for him. They tried to have dinner together every couple of weeks, either at his place or Zac’s, or someplace downtown. So far, things were working out nicely. They had more in common than Chris had thought, especially when it came to movies, and they often went to the theater.

  Of course, there were also those weekends when they went someplace entirely different.

  It was the best of both worlds.

  Well, almost the best, but Chris wasn’t going to go there. Not now. Tonight was all about Zac, and definitely not the time to confront his own feelings. It wasn’t as if he was going to share them, right?

  When the meal was over, Zac pushed away his plate with a happy sigh. “That was amazing. I’ve been looking forward to this all week.” He got up from the table, picking up his glass and the bottle. “Couch?”

  “Of course.” Chris brought his own glass, smiling to himself. He followed Zac to the wide, deep couch covered in pillows. When Zac had settled back against the pillows and kicked off his shoes, his legs stretched out in front of him, Chris reached behind the couch and brought out a gaudily colored bag. “Happy birthday.”

  Zac’s face lit up. “Aw. Thanks.” He took it and peered inside, before bursting into laughter. “You couldn’t resist, huh?”

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Chris took a sip of wine, trying not to grin.

  “Mm-hmm.” Zac removed the bright red pacifier, complete with ribbon, and set it aside. Then he took out the pack of Pampers, his lips twitching. Finally he pulled out the knee pads and held them up. “Okay. This part, I don’t get.”

  Chris smirked. “Well, you gotta crawl before you can walk, right?”

  Zac rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t sure if it was some reference to how much time I should be spending on my knees.”

  “Are we talking about praying?”

  Zac grinned. “Well, some kind of worship was implied.” He put everything back in the bag. “I guess I deserved that.” He placed the bag on the floor beside him. “Thanks.”

  “You’re welcome.” Chris snuck a peek at his watch. Almost time.

  “What’s tonight’s movie?” Zac asked, picking up his glass. “You’ve been all mysterious about it.”

  “That’s because we’re not watching a movie tonight. I’ve got something else planned.” Right on time, the doorbell rang.

  Zac frowned. “You expecting someone?”

  “I’ll take care of that.” Chris went to the door, opened it, and smiled. “Step this way, gentlemen.” The two men standing there looked exactly as they had done online. Perfect. He led them into the apartment, where they stopped in front of Zac, who stared at them in puzzlement.

  “Happy birthday, Zac,” the taller of the guys said. “I’m Nate, and this is Alex.”

  “Hi. And thanks.” Zac gave Chris an inquiring glance.

  Chris gestured to the empty couch that faced Zac. “Over to you, boys.”

  Nate grinned. “Thanks.” He beckoned to Alex, smiling. “Come here.” Alex took a step closer to him, until their bodies were almost touching. Nate locked his arms around Alex’s neck and kissed him, slow and sensual. Alex responded instantly, the pair of them sinking onto the couch, their hands all over each other, neither paying Zac the slightest attention as clothing was slowly discarded.

  Zac let out a contented sigh. He turned to Chris, his eyes shining. “For me? You shouldn’t have.”

  Chris chuckled. “Happy Birthday, sweetheart.” He joined Zac on the couch. “Wanna get more comfortable?” From the table drawer, he removed the bottle of lube and a pair of small, clean cloths.

  Zac grinned as he popped the button on his pants. “Don’t mind if I do.”

  ***

  Zac tugged on his dick, his gaze riveted on the scene unfolding before him. Alex was on the couch, his legs in the air, and Nate crouched on the rug in front of him, his hands gripping Alex’s thighs as he probed Alex’s hole with his tongue. Judging by the sounds that poured from Alex’s lips, Nate was damn good at rimming.

  “Do you like it when a guy rims you?” Chris whispered beside him, pulling on his own thick cock, his jeans around his ankles. Zac loved watching the way his hand moved, varying from slow and sensual, the shaft glistening with lube, to hot and fast, his other hand rolling his balls through his fingers.

  Zac snorted. “Never had a guy who spent near enough time with his tongue in my ass. They were always in too much of a hurry to get their dick in there.”

  Chris sighed. “They didn’t know what they were missing. I’ve had nights when all I did was tongue-fuck a guy, and I lost count of how many times he shot his load.”

  To Zac’s ears, that sounded like heaven.

  Nate turned around and grinned at them. “You wanna join us?” He knelt with his back to Alex, his dick pointing toward the ceiling.

  Zac stilled. “Excuse me?” Chris’s hand froze on his cock.

  Alex sat up, his arms around Nate’s neck, his hands on Nate’s chest. “You two are hot as fuck. And I want to see the rest of you.” His eyes glittered. “Because what I see right now is making my mouth water.”

  “Not to mention making my hole tighten.” Nate lowered his gaze to Chris’s crotch. “I wanna feel that inside me.”

  Zac smiled. “Thanks, but I’d rather watch. You’re stunning.” They both had lean bodies, taut abs, and just the right amount of muscle.

  Then he realized Chris hadn’t said a word.

  Zac glanced at him. “Do you want to?”

  “Nah, I’m fine.” Chris waved at them. “Thanks for the invite, guys, but you’re here so the birthday boy can enjoy watching.” His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his hand resumed its erotic massage of his shaft.

  Zac’s heartbeat quickened. “And what if I want to watch you fuck?”

  Chris jerked his head around so fast, Zac swore he’d get whiplash. “What?”

  The more he thought about it, the more Zac liked the idea. “I’m serious. I wouldn’t mind watching you with them.” Wouldn’t mind? Zac had no
idea how the fuck he managed to sound so goddamn casual, when inside he was buzzing at the idea of watching Chris in action. He cocked his head. “More to the point, I think you want that too. You’re holding back on my account.” He locked gazes with Chris. “You are, aren’t you?”

  Chris gave a slight shake of his head, clearing his throat, but Zac wasn’t convinced.

  He leaned in and whispered, “Get your clothes off and get your ass over there. It’s my birthday, right? Well, I want this. Don’t you disappoint me now.”

  Chris’s breathing hitched, and Zac knew he’d won. Chris kissed him, a fierce, heated kiss that brought a moan to Zac’s lips, and then he shucked off his clothing and crossed the floor to where Nate rose to meet him. They kissed, and then Alex pulled him down onto the couch.

  Oh my fucking God.

  Zac had watched plenty of guys fucking by now, but this was different. This was Chris on his knees on the couch, his mouth around Alex’s dick, while Nate knelt behind him, spreading his cheeks and burying his face in Chris’s crack. These were Chris’s moans filling the air, Chris’s head bobbing as he took Alex’s cock deep.

  Watching guys fuck was always hot.

  Watching Chris fuck took things to a level of heat Zac had never known existed. He squeezed more lube into his palm and pushed up with his hips, sliding his dick through the funnel of his hand.

  At that moment, Chris looked across at him. “Like what you see?” Then a groan fell from his lips as Nate speared Chris’s hole with his tongue. “Aw, fuck.”

  “You have no idea.” Zac fucking loved it.

  Nate leaned over, kissing down Chris’s spine, and Chris arched, his head back, eyes closed, apparently lost in the sensations. Then Nate kissed Chris’s ear. “Do you need a condom? We’re on PrEP. Just got the all-clear too, like I said in my text.”

  “Me too,” Chris replied, turning his head to receive Nate’s kiss.

  “Excellent.” Alex grinned and pulled Chris down into a heated kiss.

  “Then you’re gonna fuck Alex while I fuck you.” Nate flickered a glance in Zac’s direction. “Wanna watch your boyfriend get his ass pounded?” He handed Chis a bottle of lube.