I don't own Twilight. Thanks to sadtomato for having the discotesticles to teabag my armpit tonight. ILY.
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As I follow Garrett into the bar, I scan the room quickly, blowing out a long breath when I don't notice Jasper or Riley right off the bat. Maybe they went to Texas for spring break. I find that hard to believe since neither of them is actually a student right now. But maybe.
Why am I even worried? If we run in to them, we do. No big deal. We'll all just act like adults and forget that the last time we were together, they fucked in the bathroom at our place while their dinner went cold. Sure.
Garrett sits at the bar and slides a menu my way, so I climb onto the stool next to him and look it over. I don't know why they even have menus in this place. Everyone I know in town gets the same thing - the Billiards burger and hand-cut fries. It comes in a basket dripping in grease but it's so good, you just ignore the fat content and scarf it down before it gets cold.
"What can I get you two?" I barely notice the waitress in my attempt to see the corner around the bar that I couldn't from the front door.
"Two burgers - both with cheddar - and two orders of fries, please."
"Drinks?"
"I'll have a Blue Moon, and Edward, babe ... Edward?"
"Oh. Right. Uh, I'll have a water and a vodka Sprite. Thanks."
As soon as she walks away, Garrett scoots his bar stool my way and rests his hand on my back. "So, we've still got the whole weekend before classes start again. What do you feel like doing tomorrow? Think anyone will be at the rec playing ball?"
"Maybe. We could always go see." I fiddle with my coaster. I'm so worried about seeing Jasper and Riley that my stomach is doing somersaults. I'm not entirely sure how I'll eat a burger.
"Edward? If they're here, they're here. We had a fine time at dinner. I know you're nervous, but just relax. Besides, it's not like we're enemies. In fact, maybe we should just call and invite them up here to meet us. No harm in a few beers, right?"
I clear my throat and take a few deep breaths. "No harm at all. You're right, actually. Why don't you text Jasper and see if they'll come hang out. I'm gonna hit the bathroom real quick."
His hand trails down my back as I slide off my seat, and I kiss the side of his head while he pulls his cell phone out of his pocket. "Be right back."
The bathroom door is stubborn, and I have to heave against it a few times to get it open. Once inside, I realize the trash can was pushed against it for some odd reason. Unzipping my fly, I stop in front of a urinal, but before I can start to pee, I hear the unmistakable noises of fucking coming from the last stall.
My face warms at the moans and rustling noises. Part of me wants to turn and run but on the other hand, I have to pee. Very loudly, I clear my throat and flush the urinal, and the noises cease almost instantly. There's a brief moment of silence followed by tons of giggling, and finally, stage whispers meant for anyone to hear.
"Shh, stop it, Ri. Maybe whoever it is will just leave."
"Keep fucking me then, dammit. I need you."
Jesus Christ. I zip my pants and look down at the floor, rubbing a hand over my eyes in disbelief.
"Not leaving. I have to piss," I call out loudly.
"Shit. Is that ..." There's lots of commotion. Zippers being zipped, a toilet flushed, the stall door lock sliding open.
"Edward? Fuck, man! Where you been?" Riley, obviously forgetting how badly he 'needs' Jasper, rushes over and pulls me into a bear hug.
"Around. I've been around. Usually with Garrett," I say, emphasizing his name.
He backs up, hands held up in the air. "I get it, I get it. Nothin' to fear, E. Is your boy here? Man, I haven't seen that fucker in awhile either!" He looks over his shoulder, and we both glance over at Jasper, washing his hands at the sink. Before I can think about what he's washing off of them, Riley continues. "Shit, Jazz. Can you believe these guys are here? This is the best night ever! I'm gonna go grab a round of shots."
He pushes past me and out the door before I can say another word, and I'm left with Jasper, drying his hands slowly on a paper towel and looking me over from head to toe.
"Sorry about that. Riley did a bit of pre-drinking at home before we came out tonight." He winks at me and turns toward the door, gesturing for me to leave in front of him. "This should be interesting."
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About an hour later, we've eaten all the delicious burgers we can hold and are actually having a pretty great time. Jazz and Riley got a table, and the four of us have been taking turns playing 8-ball and buying rounds of beer. Riley keeps trying to convince us all that tequila shots are in order but so far, we've kept him at bay. I don't think any of us need to be sloppy drunk tonight. Pleasantly buzzed is a much better idea.
Garrett and Riley are currently having an in-depth conversation about penguins (I don't have a clue), while Jasper and I walk around the pool table, analyzing the game before us.
"So, you two seem ... content." He tries to be casual but I can tell that he's looking for details.
"Yeah, I mean, Garrett's pretty much moved in to my place, and I couldn't be happier. When we're together, everything just feels right. Perfect. The best." I look him in the eyes, making sure he gets the message that I'm off the market.
"Oh? Sounds ... orgasmic."
"Oh, it is. Frequently." We both keep the banter light and teasing, but I want to make sure he knows that Garrett keeps me satisfied.
"That's good." He chalks his cue slowly. "I mean it, E. I never wanted anything for you other than happiness."
I turn and look out the window, breaking his stare. I've got to stop reading something more into everything these guys say. It's been happening all night, and I'm so on edge, I can barely breathe.
"Hey, E! Just one shot? C'mon. For old times' sake!" Riley is practically yelling across the bar, and I instantly stiffen at his choice of phrase but then notice that the look on Garrett's face is amused, not angry. Resting my cue against the table, I walk over to them, and Garrett pulls me to his side.
"Yeah, E. For old times' sake," he says and sticks his tongue out to lick my cheek.
"Eew!" I try to wriggle out of his grasp but he's holding on tight. "How much have you had to drink?" I ask, chuckling as if to blow off the awkwardness of the situation, but he just slides his hand down to my ass and pulls me even closer.
"Enough that I want to know about the old times. C'mon, babe. Let loose. Have a shot. See where the night takes us." He whispers all of this while nuzzling my neck, and a shiver of anticipation runs down my spine.
I pull back to look him in the eye, expecting him to laugh, but he's wearing a serious stare and raised eyebrows.
"Fine, I'll buy the first round," I say - never breaking his gaze - and motion for the waitress.
We all do a tequila shot, and then another. And maybe another. But the night is still fairly early, and we've stuck to drinking water or soda in between so we're all still able to play some pool and enjoy good conversation. But then the conversation turns crude.
"And then I was like, fuck, Jasper, I need you right now. Take me home. But he didn't! Fucker took me to the bathroom and tried to block the door with the trashcan!" Riley is telling the story of how I came to find them in a stall fooling around when we got here, and my face is bright red. Apparently, I'm the only one aware that every person within twenty yards of us can hear every word Ri says in his buzzed state.
I clear my throat and try to change the topic, but then Jasper busts in, asking Garrett questions about porn. How often he watches it, what specific sites he likes online. I nearly fall over when Garrett starts answering him quite matter-of-factly.
"Nah, the guys on that one are too hairy and muscular for my taste. I prefer the one where they all look like they just picked them up on a random college campus. Tall, lean, groomed ... you know the one?"
"Of course. Riley had a subscription to that one when we first got together, but now we just rent or buy stuff every now and then. We like a variety, but we're really into the group scenes." I can tell Jazz is trying to avoid my eye. Garrett, on the other hand, is staring right at me, willing me to look up.
"Yeah, I can totally see how those are worth watching." I choke on a mouthful of Sprite, and he rushes over to pound on my back. "You okay, babe?"
"Yeah." I cough. "Wrong pipe, I think - I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick. Come with me?" I pull him by the shirt sleeve around our pool table and across the room. As soon as the door closes, I whirl around.
"What the hell was that, G?" I'm not really mad, but I'm definitely confused.
"What do you mean? He asked me a question so I answered. It's not like we don't watch porn, Edward." He's trying to be sarcastic, but I can't quite bring myself to joke with him yet.
"Of course we do. I know we do. You know we do. But does Jasper really need to know the details?"
"Okay, okay. No more porn talk." Garrett turns to the sink to wash the cue chalk from his hands. "I never knew you were so old-fashioned."
I run a hand through my hair in frustration. "Garrett, you know what I'm trying to say."
He flings the excess water off his hands and rubs them on a paper towel. "What, Edward? You trying to say that you don't think about those two that way at all? Don't want me thinking about sex around them? Don't want me imagining Riley on his knees in front of you, your jeans around your knees as he sucks you off?" As he talks, he walks toward me slowly, his intense stare almost too much to take. I back up a few steps, stopping when my back hits the door.
"Fuck, Garrett." I close my eyes and try to rid my brain of the vivid images, to stop my dick from getting hard.
"Well, I do, Edward. I think about it. I think about Jasper's fingers in your ass while Riley sucks me off. I think about fucking you while Jasper's cock is down your throat. I've thought about it a hundred different ways. Our place, their place, mouths and dicks and hands everywhere. Each time I think about it, I want it that much more. I know I freaked out about it when you first told me, but I didn't understand then. Now I see what you see, I see how it could be ..." He's leaning against me now, whispering in my ear. "Don't tell me you don't imagine it too, because I know you do. I know you want it." His hand slides down my body, where he roughly palms my erection. "See?"
I close my eyes and let my head fall back against the door. He's just voiced every silence between us in the past month. Now I know, every time I lay in bed wondering if he was asleep while I imagined the four of us together. Every time I jerked off in the shower to positions made for four bodies, feeling guilty as soon as I came. Every time I thought he couldn't possibly think about it too, he was. He is.
"But I love you, Garrett. You." I open my eyes again and let my hands grip his sides, emphasizing how much I care for him.
"I know. I love you too, baby. But I think this could add something ... some fun. I feel like we're so strong as a couple that we can do this. We can go explore these fantasies together and come out on the other side even happier. It's always going to be us. You know what I mean?"
"Are you absolutely sure? Like, positively sure? And we'll stop if anything happens that one of us doesn't like?"
"Of course. I'd never do something you didn't like. Never. Just say the word, and everything comes to a stop. We'll even set some ground rules first." He kisses me, soft at first, but then harder. More determined. By the time he pulls away, I'm breathless and grinding against his thigh.
"Okay. So, how do we do this?" My palms are already sweating at the thought of asking Jasper and Riley to get in bed with us.
"I'm pretty sure if we just walk out there with massive hard-ons and ask if they want to come over, they'll know what we're talking about." Garrett smirks and starts to open the door, but I grab him by the arm and kiss him firmly once more.
"Love you," I say.
"Always." He takes my hand, and we walk back out into the bar, signaling the waitress for our bill.
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As soon as I park the car, Garrett jumps out of the passenger side and runs to unlock the door. At first I think he's acting way too eager, but then I realize he's just making sure the house is suitable for company. He's so domestic like that, worried about underwear on the floor or dishes in the sink.
Headlights flash behind me, so I wait for Jazz and Riley on the porch. None of us really know quite what to say, so we enter the house in silence, removing coats and shoes by the front door.
"You all want beers?" Garrett calls from the kitchen.
"Yes!" The response is unanimous. At least I'm not the only nervous one. Garrett walks out of the kitchen with four bottles in his hands and passes them around while we settle around the living room.
"You think we should start a fire?" Garrett asks as he sits close to my side on the couch, hand on my thigh.
"Nah, it's too much work this late at night." We've enjoyed making use of the fireplace all winter, but for some reason it strikes me as something intimate that I only want to share with Garrett.
"Damn, it's after midnight? It feels earlier than that." Garrett looks at his watch as he takes it off and puts it on the end table. He reaches for the remote but I still his hand and clear my throat.
"So. I think we all know why we invited you guys here." I force myself to look up, making eye contact with each of them individually. "Garrett and I feel really comfortable with you both. We're obviously attracted to you and we want to ... try some things. But first, I think we should talk about expectations. Rules. That kind of thing." My moment of bravery fades quickly, and luckily Garrett jumps in, so I can lean back and take a swig of my beer.
"Umm, yeah. For instance, I don't think I can handle either of you having sex with Edward. Like, fucking him. I can't watch that. Not yet anyway. And I'm not sure how I feel about kissing. I mean, you can kiss him, but if I pull him away, don't get pissed about it."
My cock is straining against my jeans as he talks. Fuck, it's hot the way he owns me. Body and soul.
Jazz and Riley have been uncharacteristically quiet, but Riley speaks up as soon as Garrett stops talking.
"We totally understand, man. It's scary when you're in a relationship trying this kind of thing for the first time together. Just remember to relax. We'll go slow." He looks at Jasper with a small grin. "Our first times were scary, but they were fun, too. Some of our favorite memories actually." Jasper has had his arm around Riley's shoulders, and he leans in and kisses his cheek softly, familiarly.
It relaxes me to remember how comfortable they are as a couple. How they love each other just as much as Garrett and I. I melt into Garrett's side and focus on the slow passes of his hand down my leg. When I open my eyes, I realize Jasper and Riley are kissing. They're turned toward each other in the over-sized chair, and Riley is stroking Jasper's sides as they lazily explore each other's mouth. When Garrett's grip tightens on my thigh, I pull back from his side and his lips graze my forehead, nose, and lips gently. We look over to see Jasper's hand pushing Riley's tee shirt up his torso, exposing a nipple that he quickly leans down to suck.
"Fuck." Garrett swallows hard, watching them intently.
I reach up and pull his face to my own by his neck, letting my fingers tangle in the hair at the back of his head. "Kiss me," I whisper, and he does. His tongue is soft, tasting of bitter beer and spearmint, and I savor the taste of it in my own mouth. I mimic what Riley's doing to Jasper, rubbing Garrett's sides and pulling him closer to me, but after a few minutes, I want more and make my way lower to feel his hard cock through his jeans.
"Shit, Edward." At the sound of Jazz's voice, I freeze momentarily, but then continue, reaching for Garrett's fly and lowering his zipper.
He stops me before I can push his pants to the floor, though, and instead pulls me to my feet. "Bedroom," he says huskily, and turns toward the chair Jasper and Riley have been making out on. Riley lets Garrett pull him up by the hand and lead him down the hallway, Jasper and I following closely behind.
Just as we cross the threshold to the bedroom, Jazz leans over to me. "I bet my boyfriend gives better head than yours."
We all laugh, and it cuts the tension, but that's when it really dawns on me.
This is actually happening.
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Thanks for reading and reviewing. There will be two more chapters and maybe a scattered outtake or futuretake here or there.