I move a fork over half an inch and rub a smudge off of a wine glass with the tail of my tee shirt before pacing back into the kitchen and leaning against the counter.
"What time did they say they'd be here again?" My hands are sweating, and I can't help but jiggle my leg back and forth while I wait for Garrett to answer. His back is to me as he bends over to pull a fresh pumpkin pie out of the oven. Normally I'd grope him or at least give him a playful swat, but I'm too wound up today to even notice that he's practically sticking his ass in my face.
"Edward, you've got to calm down. It's only 3:30 and they aren't coming until 5:30." As he talks, he reaches up and massages my neck with his fingers, trying to relieve my tension. "Why don't you go take a nice hot shower, babe?"
"I don't want a shower," I say as I shrug his hand off my neck. "I took a shower already. Give me something to do. Please. I hate not feeling useful, and I'm starting to think this is a really bad idea."
Garrett gets a familiar glint in his eye and pulls me by the hand, tugging me out of the kitchen.
"I can definitely give you something to do. And I guarantee you'll feel useful." He winks and starts down the hallway toward my bedroom, but I dig in my heels.
"Garrett, no. I'm not in the mood. And I'll just get all sticky and sweaty and ..." I trail off. He stops trying to pull me to the bedroom and instead comes toward me, trapping me against the wall. He places slow deliberate kisses along my neck and sticks his hands underneath my shirt at my waist.
"Hmm. Sticky and sweaty. Just how I like you," he whispers in my ear before sucking gently on my earlobe and trailing his fingers up and down my bare sides.
"Fuck. Garrett, I'm serious." I try to push him away, but the attempt is half-assed at best.
"I'm serious too, Edward. If I don't get off soon, I'm going to be horny all night. I need you."
When he finally leans in and claims my lips with his own, I know I'm out of excuses. His mouth feels so good on mine that I'm not even sure I want to make any more excuses.
I whisper his name softly as we kiss and raise my hands up from my sides to touch his chest. He's so firm. His pecs don't give at all when I run my hands over them, instead flexing as he touches me more insistently. I reach around to his back and firmly grasp his shoulder blades, pulling him closer to me, and as I plunge my tongue into his mouth, he groans and thrusts his hips forward.
"Fuck, Edward. Yes." Garrett moves his hands from my sides around and down to grab my ass cheeks. We're pressed fully against each other now, and I can feel his dick growing against my thigh.
"Bed. Please, G," I whine against his lips.
"Okay, okay, babe. If you insist." He grins, loving that he started all this but that I'm the one begging to continue it. I don't mind. As long as I get him naked in my bed, I don't care how it happened.
He walks down the hall, pulling his shirt off over his head and letting it fall to the floor, then unzipping his jeans and stepping out of them at the doorway to my room. I follow, mesmerized by the long, lean muscles of his back and the curved silhouette of his ass against the dark room beyond him.
By the time I get to the edge of the bed and take my own shirt off, he's already naked and grabbing lube and a condom from the nightstand. His eagerness is fucking hot, and I reach down to my belt to quickly join him but his hand stops me.
"Let me, baby." He slides to the edge of the bed and sits with his feet on the floor, one on either side of my legs. Slowly, he slides one finger along the waistband of my jeans while reaching for my belt with the other hand. It tickles, and I flinch, my stomach clenching against his light touches.
"All the working out we've been doing looks good on you," Garrett whispers as he leans forward and places wet kisses along my abs.
"Don't be mean." I try to push his head aside - he knows as well as I do that we haven't worked out in weeks - but he grabs my wrist and looks up at me.
"Babe, we work out every day. Sometimes several times a day, if you know what I mean. Your abs have definitely gotten tighter. Now let me enjoy them." I blush, and he returns to his kissing, unbuckling my belt and unbuttoning my jeans blindly but expertly. He shoves the jeans to my feet and grabs my thighs while I step out of them.
"So fucking gorgeous," he whispers and moves both hands to my red boxer briefs. "C'mere."
He tugs me by the waistband, and I fall onto the bed over him, our mouths meeting in another demanding, insistent kiss. I roll over, pulling him on top of me and grab his hips, rolling them against my own. He growls and licks along the side of my jaw, his tongue hot against the bit of stubble there.
Before long, we're moaning and grinding, and it takes way longer than it should to get my underwear off. We're both frustrated enough that I think they even rip a little as Garrett pulls them off my legs. He slides back up my body, rubbing his hands roughly along my thighs and then more gently when he reaches my crotch. He takes my cock in one hand, stroking stilted dry strokes back and forth while pulling one of my balls into his mouth, sucking gently.
I throw my head back at the skin-on-skin contact and grunt. "Jesus, Garrett. Your mouth. Fuck." I mutter off into an incoherent rambling as he takes my dick in his mouth earnestly, wet sucking noises filling the room with my groans.
After a few minutes, I know I'm close to coming, so I pull on his shoulders, asking him to stop.
"Please, Garrett, I want you to fuck me. Please."
He looks up and moves up the bed next to me, and as he reaches for the lube and condom, I kiss him with all I have. For the next several minutes, he takes his time lovingly preparing me before lying back on the bed and pulling me on top.
"I want you like this. I want you to move on me," he whispers.
This is unusual for us, and I realize what he's doing. He's giving me control. By inviting Jasper and Riley over for dinner, he has created a situation in which I'm going to feel a complete lack of control; but right now, he's giving me the reins, letting me be in charge. I know it hasn't been long, but I truly do think I love this man.
I guide him to my entrance and sink down, trying to maintain eye contact even though my eyes want to roll back in my head at the sensation of him filling me.
"Fuck, Edward. Just like that." Garrett grips the sheet at his sides, and I can tell it's taking all of his strength to not thrust up into me, but he never does. He just lies back and lets me move.
At first, I grind up and down slowly, watching his face intently as he slides in and out. Soon though, I need it rougher, need to feel the force of him slamming into me like I do when he's in control. I lean forward and reach for his hands, gaining the leverage I need to ride him harder. Faster. He groans and squirms against the bed, so I close the short distance between our faces and kiss him, rocking my hips back and forth, up and down.
"So good, Edward. I need you so bad." We're both sweating, and I'm starting to lose my breath from the exertion, but I reply as firmly as I can.
"You've got me, Garrett. You have me." I kiss him again as I feel my release building and let my body weight rest lightly on his, my cock trapped between our stomachs.
"Fuck, Garrett. I'm so close. I'm gonna come. Shit!" I turn my head and groan into the pillow next to his face as I feel the hot spurting liquid of my cum shoot across both of our chests.
He knows I'm spent so he grabs my hips firmly and with four long thrusts, he stills inside of me, his own release pouring into the condom.
"Jesus, Edward." He lies back with me on his chest. "How is it that fucking good every time with you? Every. Single. Time." He punctuates the words with playful smacks to my ass, and I roll over onto my back next to his side.
"I don't know, babe. It's just us, I guess." I reach over to pat him on the chest, then think better of it when I remember what's there.
Garrett props himself up on his elbow and gives me a wicked grin. "What's that you were saying about being sticky and sweaty?" He leans over and licks a long trail up my chest through the mixture of my own cum and drying sweat before giving me a wet, lazy kiss. I can taste myself on his lips, but I don't care. It makes me wish I was hard again already.
"Come on. We better shower if we don't want Jasper and Riley to catch us naked. Maybe if you're a good boy and can get it up again, I'll spend the shower on my knees." He jumps off the bed, and I hear the faucet turn. I'm no longer nervous, but I'm not sure if the dirty things I'll be thinking about at dinner are any better than nerves.
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Nearly an hour later, the doorbell rings at precisely 5:30 - at precisely the time Garrett has one hand down my pants and the other pressing my chest against the side of the refrigerator.
"Prompt fuckers," Garrett mumbles and pulls away from my lips, brow furrowed.
I wipe my bottom lip slowly with one finger before taking the opportunity to say I told you so.
"If I recall, you were the one that invited them to dinner, babe," I toss over my shoulder as I head toward the door. I take a deep breath, but I no longer need it. The intimate time with Garrett has leveled my emotions, making me feel confident that things will turn out fine this evening.
Jazz and Riley follow me through the house after handing me a bottle of wine, and we end up in the kitchen watching Garrett put finishing touches on his sauce. He's made this whole elaborate Italian meal but he wanted to follow it up with pumpkin pie. He loves pumpkin. I could probably slather pumpkin on my cock, and he'd love to lick it off ...
Shit.
I try to steer my mind back on track by opening the bottle of red that the guys brought over and pouring four glasses and arranging them on the table alongside ice waters. When G finally gives the all clear, we all sit at the table and begin to pass the food around. It's a little too quiet, so I clear my throat and glance at Garrett meaningfully.
"Oh. I guess we should toast or something," he says. "To ... friendship. In all its forms." He raises his glass, so we all follow suit, and the sound of muted clinking is followed by several loud gulps. I guess I'm not the only one slightly nervous. Riley drains half his glass before setting it back down, and Jasper puts both hands under the table, I imagine wiping sweaty palms on his jeans.
Eventually, the quiet pauses become fewer and farther between as we all settle into our meal and conversation. Jazz tells us about going home for Christmas to see his mom, and Riley and Garrett trade stories about some buildings in Chicago that they admire. Apparently, Chicago is one of the few places Riley got to go on vacations as a kid because it's not a far bus ride.
As we near time for pie, Jasper excuses himself to the restroom. We all continue our discussion of the current university campus gossip, but after awhile Riley gets up to go check on Jazz. I help Garrett clear the table and arrange the pie and whipped cream onto dessert plates before we take our places at the table once more and wait. And wait. After about ten minutes, Garrett drums his fingers on the table, and I fidget restlessly in my seat.
"What the fuck is going on in there?" He looks at me almost accusingly, as if I should know what's taking so long.
"Don't look at me. I don't have a clue what they're doing." Just as I stand to go check things out, they both enter the room. Riley's hair is a mess as though he's been running his hands through it over and over, and Jasper is tucking his shirt into his jeans guiltily.
"What. The fuck." Garrett is practically growling, and I can see his knuckles whiten as he grips the tablecloth.
"Sorry boys. My mom called while I was taking a piss, and she never calls on weekends so I just had to answer. My apologies. That pie looks outstanding." Jasper sits and instantly helps himself to a forkful, wrapping his tongue around the fork and moaning in delight. "Damn, Garrett. You'd make one hell of a housewife."
Garrett loosens his grip and mutters his thanks but remains scowling as he eats his own pie. I reach a hand over under the table to squeeze his knee reassuringly. Whatever happened in the bathroom is really none of our business. However, as we eat pumpkin pie in silence again, my mind can't help but wander to all the things I've seen up close and personal.
Riley's lips wrapped around Jasper's cock, Jazz moaning in pleasure. Jasper fucking Riley from behind, hard thrusts forcing Riley's body forward on a bed. And finally, my own cock pounding into Riley while Jasper fingers me from beside us.
Fuck. I can't let my mind go here. I'm with Garrett now. It's wrong to think about these two. Right? For the shortest of moments, I see a flash of Garrett on his knees before Jasper, and with an audible gasp, I force myself back to the here and now.
"Everything all right, babe?" Garrett's eyes show only mild concern as he brings another bite of pie to his mouth, sensually letting his tongue lick the fork before putting it in his mouth. For a moment, I panic, afraid he's figured out my thoughts, but then I get a grip.
"Fine. Pie is delicious."
We finish our plates quickly, and I offer coffee to the table but Jazz and Ri seem anxious to leave, standing hand-in-hand and thanking us for the excellent meal and conversation.
"We'll have to do this again sometime," Riley says as Jasper pulls him closer to the door and grips his side firmly.
"Of course. It was great. Definitely should do it again." Garrett is starting to ramble like I do.
"Definitely," I cut him off. "Thanks for coming over guys."
"You two have a good night," Garrett calls, but they're already out the door and down the sidewalk.
ooOOoo
After we clean up the dinner dishes, Garrett watches SportsCenter while I look over a homework assignment due soon. We've been more quiet than normal since the other guys left, and I sigh.
"Everything okay over there?"
"Yeah, just going over this thing that's due. You okay?"
"Very okay. Come over here. I'm cold." I look up and Garrett is patting the couch cushion next to him and wrapping a blanket around his shoulders. I smile at him and stuff the papers in my bag before crossing the room and lying down with my head in his lap.
"You sure you're okay?" He's truly concerned now, not playful like he was earlier, and I cuddle into his side.
"I'm okay. How do you feel about dinner? It went smoothly, right?"
Garrett snorts. "Well, if you call leaving the table for a mid-dinner bathroom quickie 'smoothly', then I guess things went fine."
"You really think that's what they were doing?" Even though it was obvious, I try to play innocent since Garrett had gotten so upset at dinner and he smiles down at me, reaching to run his hand through my hair.
"Babe, when two guys come out of one bathroom, there's only two things that could have been happening. And by the looks of Riley's hair, I'd say they weren't peeing together. It is what it is. I just found it rather ... crass, I guess? Honestly, I thought they'd be better behaved than that."
"Well, Jasper is rarely well-behaved," I start, then cringe internally, certain that Garrett will take offense. Surprisingly, he instead leans over and kisses me, one hand still firmly in my hair and the other trailing softly down my chest and stomach. He lets it rest on my abs, and I can feel the pressure of it with the rise and fall of my breathing. The kiss is light and soft, full of love but not rushed or urgent, and when he starts to pull away, I can't help myself.
"You wanna know a secret? Garrett, I love you." My face turns bright red, and I bury it in his side, embarrassed as hell at my admission.
He won't have it though, instantly pulling me up to sit facing him and grinning like a crazy person.
"You what? You love me? Edward, I - I've wanted to say that since the day we got back together. I love you, too." With that, he pulls me into him for another long kiss. This kiss is so different though. It's passionate and fiery, and his hands move to the hem of my shirt, forcefully pulling it off over my head and tossing it. The second it hits the floor, he's reaching for my jeans.
"Off. Now," he growls against my lips.
"Baby, I didn't tell you I loved you just to get fucked." I'm hard as hell, but it's true. I don't want him to think it was a transparent gesture, and I make him stop and look me in the eye.
"Edward, I'd fuck you whether you said you loved me or not. Now it just means that much more to me. Shut up and kiss me."
We roll to the floor where I tug his shirt out of his jeans and run my hands along his abs, losing myself in the feel of him as he prepares to make love to me.
ooOOoo
Later than night, I lie in bed unable to sleep, Garrett's head on my chest.
"You awake?" Garrett must not be able to sleep either.
"Yep." I reach up and rub his shoulder gently.
"You told me a secret tonight. I love you, Edward."
I can sense that he has more to say, so I remain silent, lightly stroking his shoulder and neck.
"Can I tell you a secret?"
"Of course. Always."
"I don't want you to get mad."
"Garrett, I'd never get mad."
He takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly, and I feel his hand tremble slightly against my chest.
"What's going on, babe? Talk to me." I tilt his head up so I can see his eyes, searching for an answer.
"You know that thing with Jasper and Riley and the bathroom at dinner?"
"Yeah ..."
"Well. It kind of turned me on. I mean, at first I was mad. How dare they do that in our place, you know? But then I thought about it a little more, and fuck, it was pretty hot." Now it's Garrett's turn to bury his head in my side, embarrassed.
I clear my throat, deciding how to respond. I know I need to tread lightly given my history, but I want him to know that I thought it was kind of hot as well.
"I was kind of turned on too, I guess. I mean, I wasn't mad at them."
"Hmm." We're silent for several long minutes, and I'm on the verge of sleep when he speaks again, barely a whisper.
"Sometimes I get off on the thought of you three together ... is that wrong? I mean, you're my boyfriend."
My heart skips a beat, then starts pounding out of my chest.
"No, Garrett. I don't think it's wrong." I'm relieved to know that Garrett isn't totally disgusted by my past with Jasper and Riley, but his confession brings all the fantasies I've been denying to the front of my mind, and my cock twitches.
With an uneasy sigh, I pull him closer to me again, stroking his shoulder and willing us both to sleep.
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Thanks for reading! And thanks to my two gingers. I couldn't ever write this without you girls. Xox