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The three of us stood there like dimwits, until Noah shuddered violently.
“Shit, I’m sorry. It’s just so good to see...come in,” I said, swinging the door open wide to allow them to enter. “Apologies about the bare walls and all. I’m hardly here and decorating just seems like a waste of time right now.”
“I know how that is,” Mat said, random flakes of snow falling from his coat as he peeled it off then folded it over his arm. Noah sort of lingered in Mat’s shadow, his gaze touching on the apartment then shifting to me. I caught the shy look and gave him a wobbly smile that he kind of returned. “Our place would be nothing but walls and a bed if not for Noah, huh babe?”
Mat turned to look at his boyfriend.
“Yeah, I guess,” Noah replied. I held out my hand for their coats. They both looked good. Noah had a new earring, another flowery thing, dangling from his ear, and a pink sweater that was several sizes too big. His jeans were old black things that were so well washed they were gray now. He seemed to fold himself into the oversized sweater when I would look at him. Mat was his usual jeans and sneakers topped, this time, with a Luis Fonsi t-shirt.
“He did all the pictures on the wall and shit,” Mat filled in, talking a bit faster than I recalled. Probably, he was as nervous as I was. I could tell Noah was; he was hunched up so deeply into his sweater the cowl neck was about the swallow his chin. “Spring training and road trips mean I’m hardly home from March through September.”
“Traveling can be a bitch.” I concurred and tossed their wet coats over the back of the couch. And then we all kind of stood there, shuffling our toes, and growing more uncomfortable by the moment.
“Right, okay, so about the photo shoot—”
Mat kind of blundered into what I was going to say, his color high. “No, man, don’t apologize for that, okay? It was...it was...” He shoved his long fingers through his curls. “It was no one’s fault. We don’t want you to feel bad about it.”
I could feel the heat in my cheeks as well. “It was just like—this thing. Right?”
“Right, yeah. A thing. And not really a bad thing. I mean, we don’t think it was totally bad. Do you?” Mat asked, his boyfriend peering around his shoulder.
“I, uh...you don’t think it was skanky of me?”
“No, no way,” Noah said then started nibbling on the neck of his sweater. My eyes flared a bit to hear that.
“Can we all sit down and talk? I think we should talk.” Mat waved a hand at the couch. We fumbled around each other, smiling and looking at our feet, until somehow, we all managed to squeeze our asses onto my rented sofa. “Okay, so, here’s the thing...” Mat began rubbing his palms on his thighs. “Noah and I have been talking about us. And you. And we kind of wanted to talk to you about us. And you.”
“Okay.” I was wedged between them, biceps to biceps and thigh to thigh.
Mat nodded. “See, the thing is that we like you.” His dark eyes lifted from his hands moving on his legs. So sexy those eyes were. Thick dark lashes framing pools of brown that reminded me of grizzly bear fur. “We talked about that. How we both feel drawn to you. Noah, he never asks other men to model for him.” I looked at the blond eating his sweater. His gaze danced from Mat to me then back to Mat.
“That true?” I prodded the artist.
“Yeah,” Noah murmured, his sleek eyebrows knotting up. “I called you.”
“Yeah, man, I know you did. That’s not the norm?” I asked, wanting to slide my arms around Noah and hold him close.
“Not even close,” Mat chimed in, twisting on the sofa to look at me. “And like...we kind of didn’t tell each other about the attraction we had to you because well, I mean, that would mean we didn’t love each other like we thought we did or so we thought. This is confusing.”
I said nothing to that. What could I say? I felt like shit because I’d driven this massive wedge of a problem into their lives because of my initial attraction to Mateo.
“We still love each other,” Noah whispered then laid his hand—which was hidden in the sleeve of his massive pink sweater—on my knee. A jolt sparked through me.
“Right, we do. And we had to talk that all out. I shit you not, we hashed us out for days, until we came to realize that just because we liked you didn’t mean we loved each other less.”
“Okay. So, it’s cool that you guys still love each other because I do not want to be the one who breaks you two up.” I slid my hand up my thigh and rested it on Noah’s. His gaze met mine. “I know how much you love Mat; I can see it.”
He nodded softly. Mat shuffled beside me. I wanted Noah to see into me, so I didn’t look away. I needed Noah to understand that I would never take Mat from him. He was so fragile and shy, and I found myself needing to protect him.
“I know. And I love him. And we like you.” I had to lean in to hear Noah through the thick wool sweater collar covering his lips.
“We do, and we think that maybe we could try seeing how it goes to like you while we love each other,” Mat said and placed his hand on top of the one I had holding Noah’s.
I craned my head around to look at him, to see if this was some kind of bullshit he was feeding me. There was nothing but heat and sincerity in those dark eyes of his.
“What are we saying here?” I asked, my voice a little thick.
“We’re saying that we’re going to leave the door open for you,” Mat replied, giving the two hands under his hand a strong squeeze. “To come in and hang out with us, you know, if you want to?”
I stared at Noah. “This what you want as well?”
He nodded then glanced away. Shit, but this man was working his way into my heart. Generally, I was all about the jocks, like Mat. I got them. Understood them. Related to how aggressive, competitive, and assertive most athletes were. But this man with his timid ways and earthy smile was ticking all kinds of boxes I never even knew I had.
“Cool. Then I’d be happy to come in and hang out with you guys.” I’d been out in the cold for so long...
“Awesome!” Mat threw his arms around me, his head coming to rest on my shoulder. Noah kind of fell into me, his shoulder tight to my sternum. I wrapped him in a hug, inhaling the heady scent of all three of us deep into my sinuses. I let my eyes drift shut and simply felt. My mind was whirling with a thousand unanswered questions. Like could I kiss Noah on the head? Would it be against some sort of polyamorous rules to kiss both at the same time?
Still clinging to Noah, who might have dozed off he was so lax in my arms, I dared to drop a kiss to his hair. He made this purring sound, like a kitten getting a tummy rub.
The hug lingered for a long time. I honestly didn’t want it to end, but someone’s stomach rumbled. Noah snickered at the sound and picked his head up, blue eyes bright and cheery.
“That was me,” he confessed. Mat gave me a tug and a soft peck on the ear then released me.
“We didn’t eat,” Mat said as he slowly got to his feet and stretched his arms up over his head. “I think we were both too nervous.”
“Yeah, I get that. Are there like...rules or by-laws or guidelines for me hanging out with you?”
“Not a clue. We’ve never had another man hang out with us before. We’ll have to work it out as we go, I guess?” Mat said.
“Rules are always broken,” Noah softly interjected. “So food?”
“I’ll take you out to dinner. What are you hungry for?” I stood up as well, my step a little lighter as I went to the closet to grab a coat. “We have a great Italian place a couple blocks over. Oh!” I shoved my arm into a sleeve and turned to look at my two... what were we exactly? Friends, sure, but I suspected walking into that open door meant that we’d be more than friends soon. Truthfully, we already were. I don’t think friends engage in a two-on-one jerk off.
“Oh what?” Mat asked, helping Noah into his coat. That was a really sweet gesture. I hoped someday he’d do that for me.
“Sorry, I scattered there a bit. If you’re in the mood for something greasy and totally American, there’s this killer burger shack about ten minutes from here. Double beef burgers, fat fries with lots of salt, and milkshakes so thick you have to spoon them instead of drink them.”
Noah grabbed his roaring belly and blushed red as a pickled beet. Mat laughed and kissed Noah on the mouth.
“Greasy burgers and fries it is. One never argues with a dictate from Noah’s gut. Trust me.” He looped an arm around Noah, and when he was close enough, he dropped his other arm round my neck. “You like the grease?”
“I love the grease,” I replied and got a tight hug from them both. Seems we were big on the hugging even if we had no clue what came after that in the distant future.
For the immediate future, feeding our starving artist was of paramount importance. We hit the burger shack, ordered all kinds of unhealthy food, and wolfed it all down. As we ate, Noah lost some of that cautious air he had been wearing. We talked about baseball and hockey, college courses, Noah’s upcoming graduation, and of course, his books. I discovered that one of the best ways to lure him out of his timorous shell was to ask about his work. With each sentence he grew less bashful. I liked seeing the light in his eyes.
“So, do you sell a lot of books?” I asked, spooning my chocolate milkshake out of the tall glass it had been served in. The restaurant was packed with people all dying to jack up their cholesterol levels. I’d have to put ten miles in on the stationary bike at Rader to work off the mound of fries and double bacon deliciousness I’d polished off.
“I do okay for not being in Japan. Manga has a pretty limited audience here in the west,” Noah explained then dipped a fat wedge of potato into a small cup of ketchup. “Americans want their comics. Superman, Iron Man, you know, superheroes in spandex and capes. Manga is more about the eastern lifestyle and philosophies.”
“So, it’s samurai instead of spandex,” I said around a mouthful of melting ice cream.
Noah grinned, and it lit up his beautiful face. “I guess so. Yaoi isn’t about wars and violence, though. It’s romance. I like the softness of it, the connection of two or three people.”
His blue eyes darkened a bit. Mat groaned and fell forward onto the table, his head barely missing my empty basket.
“I’m dying here,” he moaned then belched. “Oh, better, still dying but better.”
“Your uniform isn’t going to fit,” Noah chided then popped another tater into his mouth. His lips were greasy and probably sinfully salty.
“I got it under control. I’ll run tomorrow morning.” Mat lifted his head from the round table. A mother and a young kid walked past, the kid whining about no toy with his meal.
Noah rolled his eyes. It was kind of weird being a part of this new experimental thing. Like, I was in, yet I didn’t know them well enough to be part of the inside comments or eye rolls. Hopefully, that would change. I could see myself being happy with them.
After I finished my milkshake, we rode back to my place and crashed after a small skirmish about the sleeping arrangements. I insisted they stay the night, take my bed, and let me use the sofa. Mat argued that they didn’t want to put me out and would cuddle on the couch or get a hotel room. He and I went back and forth until Noah said he wanted to stay here. Seemed that whatever Noah asked for he usually got. Mat was so kindhearted and giving with him. It really touched me and made me like them and what they had even more.
After that was settled, Mat and I settled in to play some Fields of Death and Noah, sketch pad in hand, pressed his back to the wall and slithered down to the floor, and sat there drawing while Mat and I kicked the boogers out of an invading force of aliens. Like, literally, kicked the boogers out of them. It was gross but kind of cool.
Noah put an end to the alien snot fest by announcing he was tired. Mat laid aside my extra controller and stood up to stretch. I liked seeing him do that. His t-shirt rode up to flash me some smooth skin on his lower back.
“You sure you want us to crash here? We can drive back or grab a motel room.”
I stood up and shoved Mat in the direction of my bedroom. “Yes, I want you here. Go to bed. I’ll call the barn and get you tickets.”
“Tickets to a barn? I don’t like shitty barns,” Noah whispered to Mat as I pushed the taller of the two along.
“Barn is another name for a hockey rink,” I explained then gave Mat a hard push into my bedroom. He fell across the bed dramatically then laid there as if he’d died. Silly ass.
“Oh, okay. I hate cows.” Noah gave me a sheepish look before taking my hand and giving it a tender squeeze. “I think I’ll like hockey though.”
I sure hoped he did. I backed out, closed the door, and went out to sleep on the sofa. Funny how it didn’t feel nearly as lonely—or swaybacked—as it had a week ago when I’d done it at their place.
Morning came with the shrill sound of an alarm. I sat right up, confused about where I was for a few seconds. Mateo stumbled out of my bedroom, wearing nothing but some snug boxer briefs, and went into the bathroom. I yawned and reached for my phone on the coffee table and turned the alarm off. Six o’clock in the morning. Yay. I threw the cover aside and padded into the kitchen to pour some water into the coffee pot and get it brewing.
Mat appeared in a few minutes, sleepy-eyed and sporting some new whiskers that were sexy as fuck.
“I should be running,” he said and rubbed at his belly. “I’m going to be overweight when spring training opens.”
“You look good to me,” I commented, leaning my ass against the counter as the coffee pot steamed and gurgled, the rich smell of coffee filling my nose.
“I bet you say that to all the Latino centerfielders who spend the night,” he replied quickly.
I shook my head. “Nope. Never had a Latino centerfielder spend the night.”
The air in the kitchen thickened a bit, not from coffee steam but from lust. It was on the air currents just as sure as the scent of arabica was. As the best part of waking up commenced, we stood there staring at each other, wanting yet leery.
I didn’t need to look down to see he was aroused, his blown-out pupils and skittish breath told all. Also, he had a tic where he wet his lips, repeatedly, when nervous. Charlie was the same way. My niece was constantly nursing chapped lips.
My cock was hard. It had been since I’d seen him walk from bedroom to bath. Seemed someone had to make a move. Either that or we simply ignored the massively stimulated elephant in the room.
The hockey player stepped up, literally. I closed the distance between us, our gazes locked, and got real close to him. A pencil might have passed between us but that was about it. His breath was tinted with my mint mouthwash. Should I kiss him? Dare I? Was kissing not allowed?
“There’s a hundred things I want to do here, but I’m not sure what the boundaries are,” I admitted, growing brazen enough to rub the back of my fingers along his stomach. He sucked in a sharp breath.
“Me either,” he breathlessly replied. “We need to work on those soon.”
“Yeah.” I stroked the firm planes of his abdomen with that one knuckle while watching his tongue dart out to dampen his lips. “Not kissing you is killing me.”
“Same.”
His skin was soft and warm. His mouth a temptation. “I guess,” I murmured as he licked his lips again, sending a tremor through me. “Maybe what we did before is acceptable until we work out the rules and regs?”
He reached for me, and I shifted aside. “I thought you said...”
“This time, I get you off.” His eyes nearly rolled back into his head when my finger slipped down over his stomach and brushed the long stiff length tenting his underwear. He was nicely hung. Not massively huge like a porn star, but long and thick. I pressed my palm to his cock and fantasized about sliding my hand inside and stroking him, maybe dropping to my knees to take him into my mouth and get to know his unique taste.
“That’s so good,” Mat huffed, taking the initiative a bit and grinding his hips while hooking an arm around my waist. He tugged me into him, my lips trailing over his rough cheek, our chests smacking together. There he held me, tight to him, his heated breaths tickling my ear. He began pumping into my hand, rolling his hips in a slow, sensual rhythm that fired off images of him fucking Noah with this same, maddening movement.
“I want to watch you fuck Noah sometime,” I panted, my own erection bordering on painful. If I tilted my pelvis just a bit, I’d be able to push into his hip bone. Mat lowered his head to my shoulder and bit down to stifle the growl that rumbled out of him. That sound broke down another thin barrier, and I thrust against him, the hard edge of his hip bone against my dick felt incredible.
“I don’t know if he... Shit,” he mumbled against my shoulder. “Oh shit, Sander.”
I tightened my grip on his prick as he came, his hips pistoning madly, my name tumbling out of him. My orgasm followed his, my balls tight and hot, spunk soaking into my underwear. I buried my face in his neck to quiet the grunts of pleasure. His arm cinched me closer still, and then he sucked on my throat, right where it was the most tender. Another wave of pleasure grabbed me.
“Fucking hell,” I moaned against his hot skin, cum leaking from me, his fingers digging into my lower back.
“And here all this time...I thought coffee was the best way...to wake up,” he gasped before rubbing his lips over the spot he’d suckled on.
I chuckled a bit, my breathing too erratic to laugh yet. Pulling back, I stared into his eyes, wondering what I’d see there. Plenty of lingering heat and affection. He grabbed the back of my neck and led my brow to his.
“Rules and regs. Item number one to hash out when Noah wakes up.”
“Agreed.” We parted after a lingering moment. “I need to shower.”
“I need to change my underwear and go for a run then shower.” He looked down at his damp briefs with mild disgust. “Nothing worse than cold cum.”
“Toss them in the hamper in my room. I’ll toss a fast load into the washer if you and Noah can finish it while I’m at morning skate.”
“Sounds good.” He went to move around me but stopped long enough to cup my cheek. “I think we’re all going to be happy.”
“I’ll do my best to make that happen.”
He nodded, patted my cheek, and then left me alone with the burbling pot. After Mat left to run off the calories from last night, I puttered around, drinking coffee mostly and then meandering into the bathroom for a shower. The dirty clothes hamper was in my room, and Noah was still sleeping, so wash would have to wait until he woke up. The hot water felt good. I lingered a bit, still feeling the soft afterglow of a good orgasm. Shaving was a laid-back affair, as was shampooing and lathering up. As I washed, I tried to work out some basic ideas to put forth when we had our rules and regs meeting.
“Making it sound like a city council meeting,” I chuckled to myself while rinsing the soap from my neck.
“What?”
I jumped a good foot. Heart pounding, I threw the shower curtain aside. Noah stood at the sink, brushing his teeth, blue eyes meeting mine in the small circle he’d cleared in the steamy mirror.
“Fuck sake, announce yourself when you walk in on a man,” I snapped and then felt instantly bad about jumping down his throat. Still though...
“Sorry,” he said around the purple toothbrush.
I turned the water off. “It’s cool. I’m just not used to having people around. Maybe next time whistle when you walk in, so I don’t shit myself, okay?”
He turned from the sink, nodding, and handed me the only towel hanging on the only towel rack. The toothbrush was still in his mouth and his hair was flattened to one side of his head. He had long lounge pants—too long by a few inches—on and a big t-shirt that hung off his shoulders. No socks though.
“Thanks.” I took the thick green towel. His gaze flicked down over me, and a fine pink flush settled on his cheeks. “There’s coffee.”
His sight lingered on me for a long time, and then he left, toothbrush still in his mouth. I leaned out of the shower to see if maybe he was just hiding out of sight of the naked hockey player but nope. He’d left. I chalked it up to him just being Noah, dried off, and stepped into a pair of fleece jogging pants, a Cougars t-shirt, and some slippers.
Noah was in the kitchen, stirring his new cup of coffee when I arrived. He looked at me over his shoulder and smiled. Should I go to him and maybe make some sort of intimate gesture?
I shuffled over and ran my hand over his bicep. “Milk’s in the fridge. Check it first. It might be lumpy.
Noah turned to face me. “I only use sugar.”
“Okay, well that’s cool as well.” I felt like there was an opening here, so I slid my palm over his. He blinked at me and then slowly slid his fingers between mine. “Your hand is super warm.”
“I was holding my mug with it,” he pointed out.
“Well, right, sure.” Didn’t I feel awkward? “Mat went for a run. We can eat when he gets back. He was saying maybe we could hash out some rules or guidelines for us. The three of us and this new uh, open door policy.”
He nodded then took a sip of his coffee, his fingers still resting between mine. Were we just going to stand here holding hands? I just didn’t have a good grip on Noah yet. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, growing really uncomfortable the longer the silence stretched.
“Just general stuff, you know, like is kissing allowed? It would have been nice to kiss him after I got him off.”
Noah looked at me with wide anime eyes over his coffee cup. “When did you get him off?”
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck. “It was...just a thing, right? Like, a spur of the moment thing. We were here and it kind of just...happened. This morning. We didn’t kiss or get under clothes. Everything was outside of the Fruit of the Looms, like what you guys did for me.”
“Only it was just you two,” he said flatly.
I bobbed my head. “Well yeah, but like I said only because you weren’t up. Dude, are you pissed?” He shook his head but those lowering eyebrows told a different story. “Okay, so that was out of line then?”
“Maybe? I don’t know. I just...no, I guess not. I just want to be a part of things, you know, when the door is open?”
“I totally get that. I promise, Mat and me alone will never happen again.” I lifted his hand from his side and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. His gaze and mine never separated as I rained tiny pecks along the back of his hand.
“No, it’s okay. I mean...I guess things will happen when it’s just two of us. Like now.”
I turned his hand over and licked his open palm, eyes always on him. “Do you like this?”
“Yeah,” he whispered then turned the tables by reaching for my face to trace my mouth with his index finger. “You have a sensual mouth. It’s nice to draw.”
He continued running that warm fingertip across my lips. My dick was fattening up nicely.
“Maybe it would be okay for just two sometimes,” Noah said, his words soft little puffs of coffee-tinted air. He leaned in, dropped his hand, and kissed my lower lip. Stunned and ridiculously turned-on, I let him lead although I wanted to jack him against the stove and lose myself in all that soft, tender Noah. He kind of did this slow, exploratory thing where he dropped kisses along my lips but never offered his mouth up in any kind of way. Which was fine. Giving him the space he needed to accept me was more than fine.
The front door opened, and Mat could be heard grunting and groaning. Noah pulled away, and I let him. No need to force things.
“Oh God and all the saints, do not let me eat that much again,” Mat announced as he dragged himself into the kitchen. He was sweaty and totally gross I was sure, but there was no denying the man brought a certain sexual aura into any room he was in. Mat looked at his boyfriend and then at me. “Were you two fooling around?”
He folded his arms over his soaking wet t-shirt. Noah’s cheeks and nose turned the same color as a Red Delicious apple.
“Just a little kissing,” I cleared up. Mat gave me a saucy wink and then opened his arms.
“Well, I’d like a kiss!” He charged at Noah who held up his coffee cup to ward off his stinky, sweaty boyfriend.
“No way. You’re always gross when you run.” Noah slid behind me. I had to laugh at the shattered look on Mat’s handsome face. “Go wash up and then we can kiss.”
“We as in you and me or we as in we?” Mat made a circular motion that was supposed to mean all of us, I guess.
“I’m good with all of us,” I happily announced, peering at Noah using me as a shield.
“Yeah, me too.” His answer was demure and wickedly appealing.
“Can’t wait,” Mat said then patted me on the hip before heading off to wash. Noah and I rounded up some breakfast—cold cereal with milk that wasn’t lumpy—and sat in the living room eating Cocoa Balls and watching some old Naruto cartoons online. Mat slithered in between us, smelling like my soap. He plucked a Cocoa Ball from my bowl and lobbed it into his mouth.
“Dude, there’s a whole box and enough milk for your own bowl,” I said while he did the same to Noah.
“Later. I want to sample both of your chocolatey goodness.” That made me snort milk into my sinuses which then lead to a sneezing spell. Mat relieved me of my cereal as I sputtered and sneezed and made with the watery eyes. By the time I was done, so was my cereal.
“Sorry, but it was so good.” He placed the bowl on the table and kissed me, gently, no tongue. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m okay. So...kissing is good?” I looked from one to the other. Mat nodded, and Noah studied his bowl for a moment. “Noah, dude, if it’s not okay with you, speak up. We’ll work it out, but you have to be honest.” I turned from Noah and looked right at Mat. “I told him about earlier in the kitchen. You and me. I want everything to be upfront.”
Mat fell to the left and stole a kiss from Noah. Then lifted his bowl from his hand and drank all his chocolate milk.
“You are both delicious,” Mat sighed, letting his head drop to Noah’s shoulder. “Sander’s right, hon. If you’re upset about couple time, then say so.”
“No, I’m good with couple time when we need it. I just...I would have liked to watch or taken part.”
Mat snuggled up to his boyfriend and then lifted his arm. I shimmied closer and hugged the two of them the best I could. It was a couchful of arms, legs, and men.
“Yeah, I get that. But realistically, we can’t always be with each other all the time. Like, when I head down for spring training in a month. It’ll just be you and Sander here.” Mat’s chest lifted and fell, the sigh deep. “That’s going to suck twice as bad, but I don’t expect you guys to not be with each other because I’m in Arizona, right? I kind of like the idea that you won’t have to suffer through that alone like you did last year.”
“Me too,” Noah confessed. We all sat there, curled around each other, until I had to get up and dress for skate. I hated leaving them on the couch, but hockey awaited.
Exiting my bedroom a few minutes later in a dark gray sweater with some black jeans. Mat gave me a low, lusty whistle. Noah’s eyes widened.
“Looking good, Sander,” Mat said. Noah left his boyfriend’s side to roll up the sleeves of my sweater. His touch was light.
“I bet you look great in a suit. We have to get Komi into a suit,” Noah said, his gaze searching mine.
“I don’t know who Komi is.”
“He’s you. In my ‘Love Diamond’ book.”
“So, my character has a name now? That’s cool. Komi. I like that. Does he play hockey in the book?” Noah shook his head then stepped back to look me over in that artistic intent way he had.
“They both play baseball. Baseball is popular in Japan. Hockey not so much. Can you pose for me sometime in a suit?” Noah made a circle around me. I glanced at Mat who seemed to be enjoying our interplay if the tender smile on his face was any indication. “Are you mad?”
“I am totally not mad.” I pressed my hand to his cheek, enjoying the soft rasp of his new whiskers. “I’m honored. And, I’m going to be late if I don’t get moving.”
Grabbing my winter coat from the tiny closet by the front door, I shoved my arms into it.
“What are you guys going to do while I’m at skate?” I casually asked while buttoning the large brown buttons. When no one said anything, I peeked up from buttons and found two guilty looking men looking at me. “Oh.”
Noah hugged himself and blushed. Mat gave me a lopsided smile.
“If you want...we can wait until you get home,” Mat cautiously offered. Every droplet of blood in my body raced to my cock.
“I’d like that a lot.”
Noah buried his face into one of his hands. Mat’s dark eyes ignited.
“Yeah, me too,” Mat replied.
“Same,” Noah breathed into his palm.
Morning skate needed to be over like right now.