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“Sky, love of my life, if you’re so worried about what Tyler wants to eat this weekend, why don’t you go ask him yourself?” Jackson asked with the long suffering look of overindulgent spouses everywhere.

Sky heaved a dramatic sigh and leaned back even heavier on the side of Jackson’s desk.

He’d lasted all of four and a half hours into the next work day before anxiously coming to find Jackson. When he’d arrived in Jackson’s office—with a dramatic entrance, of course—his husband had been hunched over, toiling away at a boring spreadsheet. Sky was pretty sure Jackson much preferred talking to Sky over whatever financial report he’d been stressing over. However, the dark rings under his eyes and his disheveled hair told Sky he probably only had about two more minutes left of his patience.

“I feel like this weekend is going to change things between us,” Sky began, gearing up for a convincing speech, “and I don’t want to start us off on the wrong foot. Therefore, I see no need to upset the status quo by inserting myself into what is clearly your lane of communication–”

“Hey, Tyler, what can I help you with?” Jackson interrupted, and Sky nearly fell off the desk. He whipped his head around to find a sheepish looking Tyler standing in the doorway.

“Hey, boss. And boss’ boss. Sorry to interrupt,” Tyler said, giving them both a campy salute. The gesture was casual enough, but his posture was stiff as he stayed resolutely pressed against the doorframe.

Jackson inclined his head, and Sky, for lack of a better response, waggled his fingers in greeting. Tyler’s stance softened, and he assumed more of a slouched position, crossing his ankles and running a hand back through his already tousled hair.

Huh. Maybe Jackson and Tyler’s unkempt looks were about a project they were working on.

“I just scheduled that meeting with the higher-ups for Friday,” Tyler said. “I know that’s a quick turnaround, but I think it’s necessary to get this audit unstuck. Sorry if that puts us in a bit of a bind, but–”

Jackson waved his hand in the air and sat up straighter in his chair. “That’s fine, Tyler, thank you. I know we’ve both been pulling long hours on this, but I think we’re nearing the finish line.” He glanced at Sky and grimaced. “Sorry, love, I think this means I’ll be staying late tonight and tomorrow night.”

Sky was already primed and ready to bring on the histrionics, but a quick glance at Tyler brought him up short. His posture was still relaxed, perhaps at Jackson’s quick dismissal of his worry, but he had one corner of his lip pulled between his teeth as he glanced between Sky and Jackson.

Sky slid his hands in his back pockets and decided he may as well kill two birds with one stone. “Well, I guess we’ll have to make up for lost time this weekend, won’t we?” he said, as he slowly weaved out from behind Jackson’s desk and walked towards the door. He stopped, so close he could feel the warmth of Tyler’s body, and looked up at him through his lashes. “Jackson, don’t forget to ask Tyler what he’d like to eat, since he’ll be staying thewholeweekend to make it up to me.”

Tyler’s lips slowly curled up into a sweet grin. He pressed off the door frame, but before he could get any bright ideas–like some of the naughty ones floating around Sky’s brain involving utility closets and under desk spaces–Sky strolled out of the office. Tyler’s warm laugh accompanied him down the hallway and to the elevator bank.

On a whim, he pressed the up button, deciding that if their company continued to insist on monopolizing his husband’s and lover’s time, he could at least enjoy some of the amenities for an early lunch break. He kept his hands in his back pockets on the ascent upward, arching his spine until he received a semi-satisfactory pop in his mid-back. He wished he’d brought his headphones with him, but the ambient noise of city traffic below and the quiet conversations of his fellow coworkers would have to do.

He wandered around the rooftop courtyard, checking to see if any members of his team had also opted to take advantage of the sunny day. There were a few members of Jackson and Tyler’s department—and even one of the higher ups he was pretty sure Tyler had been referencing—but no one he really wanted to talk to.

A small alcove with a lounge chair and a view of the river seemed like as good a place as any to settle and procrastinate going back to work. He curled his legs into his chest and pulled out his phone, planning to waste time clobbering Jackson in one of the six chess games they had going at any given time.

As he swiped open his phone, he paused to stare at his background. It was a blurry selfie he’d taken of himself and Jackson on a ferry the previous summer. The sun had been shining even brighter than it was now, making them look washed out, and the spray of the river had mussed up their hair. Neither of them was looking at the camera, and overall, it was one of those pictures he’d usually delete immediately, except for one thing. Jackson had his head turned to the side, the corner of his lip just barely turned up into a smile as he gazed at Sky.

All he’d ever wanted was to have someone look at him like that, the way his dorky dad looked at his adoring mom. It wasn’t quite the same, more a tiny sprout than a full blown blossom, but Sky could have sworn he’d just seen a similar look on Tyler’s face.

ChapterFour

TYLER

Technically, the employee handbook said that employeeswereallowed to fraternize, so long as there was no reporting structure between them and they maintained appropriate decorum at work. Tyler was pretty sure a kiss was considered appropriate. The small butt grope might not have been, and the fact that Jackson was married—and to someone else in the company—might also be questionable.

Still, that didn’t stop Tyler from kissing Jackson in his office and snuggling with Sky on Tuesday. He also found himself placing a hand on Jackson’s lower back when they worked late on Wednesday night, and pressing their legs together under the conference table on Friday.

He couldn’t be positive, but he was pretty sure Jackson and Sky had gotten up to something naughty on Tuesday and Thursday. Either that, or they both just so happened to have identical appointments appear on their calendars at lunch time.

Yes, Tyler was checking out their calendars. So what?

Over the past several weeks, he’d begun to think about his two coworkers as more than just a one-off experience. Or even two-off…or three-off. That was what had made him get tested the previous week and why, bright and early Saturday morning, he showed up to their apartment, thrust his test results in Sky’s hand, and demanded they fuck bare.

Well, “demanded” might be a little strong. After Sky read his results, he threw himself into Tyler’s arms, and they stumbled their way into the bedroom. It only took a few minutes of kissing and groping for Tyler to start begging for Jackson’s bare cock. He offered to fuck Sky bare as well. Because he was generous like that.

Only ten minutes after he’d arrived at their house, Tyler found himself bent over, taking Jackson’s deliciously hot length, while Sky lay underneath him, sucking his cock for the first time. It took a bit of maneuvering, but soon Tyler was able to bury his face in Sky’s thigh, as he gripped his hips for dear life.

There was something so achingly intimate about fucking raw. There was no way he could be physically closer to another person than this. After his slew of failed past relationships, sometimes he thought it was the closest he wasevergoing to be to someone.

Sky was a wizard with his mouth, moving his tongue in ways Tyler had never dreamed of. He didn’t last long, and he accidentally choked Sky with his cum. Jackson gently laid Tyler down on the bed, his own cock still hard and bobbing between his legs. Tyler reached for it, wanting to help get him off, but Sky batted his hands away. He grabbed a baby wipe and lube from their end table, then wiped down and lubed up Jackson’s dick before turning around to assume Tyler’s previous position.

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