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Tyler didn’t have words to express what it felt like fucking Sky alongside Jackson. Depending on the position, he could sometimes feel Jackson moving inside Sky’s other hole, and the thought alone made his blood sizzle. He would stay like this forever if he could. A piece of himself inside of Sky and Sky’s body linking him to Jackson.

Like most good things, it was long and slow, yet still over way too fast.

They collapsed in a sweaty heap together, and Tyler fought to remain conscious. He still wasn’t completely convinced their conversation had covered everything they needed to discuss, but if dating meant being able to be together like this for a long time to come, he would take it.

ChapterFive

JACKSON

Jackson popped an antacid in his mouth, which he chased with a swig of soda and a bite of Sky’s pepperoni pineapple pizza.

He and Tyler had stayed late at work the previous night, finalizing his project wrap-up presentation. Technically, Jackson didn’t need to be there, and Sky knew that, but instead of pointing that out, Sky had shown up in the conference room at eight with pizza and sodas, and refused to leave until they were finished. Tyler enjoyed having an extra set of eyes and ears on his presentation, and Jackson drank in every moment he got to spend with his two men.

Unfortunately, they’d been having such a good time, Tyler had missed the final train home. Practically bursting at the seams with excitement, Sky had insisted he stay the night, even though they just as easily could have offered to drive him home. Tyler cast them both a knowing look before giving an exaggerated huff and saying this was why he kept an extra set of clothes in his filing cabinet.

A small pit had opened up in Jackson’s stomach when he realized this was probably a practice he’d developed after spending the night with partners and hookups in the city. When he followed Tyler into his office to retrieve his spare clothes, however, he noted that the shirt was one he’d seen Tyler wear no more than two weeks before.

He blamed the long evening for his inability to hold his tongue. “Do you have multiple pairs of the same shirt?”

Tyler blinked owlishly at him, before biting his lip and ducking his head. He played with the cuff of the shirt before shrugging. “Uh, no. I wore it a week or two ago and realized it’s not really one of my favorite shirts, so I figured maybe I’d just leave it here on the off chance I ever needed it.”

The floor seemed to fall out from underneath Jackson, and the only thing he could do to steady himself was throw an arm around Tyler’s shoulders. “It is a pretty ugly shirt,” Jackson murmured, and Tyler glanced up at him before letting out a belly-shaking laugh.

It had been three weeks since they’d agreed to be boyfriends, and thus far, almost nothing had changed. Jackson had sort of hoped the shift would provide clarity around how their polyam relationship could look longterm, but it still sort of felt like they were just hooking up on weekends. They’d gone on several group dates, and Sky had even taken Tyler on a solo date the previous week. They always occurred right after work and then Tyler would head out to the suburbs afterwards. Jackson had accepted that Tyler didn’t like having sleepovers on school nights, but he didn’t know what to do with the fact that Tyler had left a change of clothes in his office as opposed to asking to leave it at their place.

Sky met them at the elevators and cast Tyler’s stack of clothes a cursory glance before turning back towards the closed metal doors. “Sorry that Jackson and I–and, let’s face it, it’s really just Jackson–have so many clothes. We’ll clear you out a place in the closet to leave some things at our place.”

“Hey!” Jackson protested right as Tyler tried to voice his own dissent.

Sky turned his head to glare at each of them in turn, and they both fell silent.

They spent the rest of the evening cuddled up on the couch, and in the morning, he was surprised to find Tyler curled up on his chest. Their sleeping arrangements shuffled almost as rapidly as their sex positions, but he’d definitely never woken up with Tyler’s erection pressing into his stomach.

He tried to gently shift Tyler off of him, but this only succeeded in rubbing their cocks together.

Tyler moaned, and his eyes cracked open, the warm brown almost entirely eclipsed with black.

Ten minutes later, Sky emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed and ready to go, to find Tyler enthusiastically riding Jackson. “You two are absolutely going to be late for work, and I’m leaving without you,” Sky said as he blew them both a kiss and wandered out.

The two of them had to rush through their showers, and while Jackson usually tried to pack healthy lunches, they ended up both shoving tinfoil wrapped pizza into their bags before running outside to catch a ride share together.

Jackson groaned as he considered taking another antacid. He wasn’t sure if it was having two meals of acidic pizza in a row or if it was that blasted “relationship heartburn” again. Sky laughed at him anytime he said it, but it was a real thing!

Waking up and getting to fuck his boyfriend before getting teased by his husband wasn’t exactly what Jackson would call his dream life, but it was pretty damn close. All he had ever wanted was to live happily with the love—and, hopefully,loves—of his life.

His life with Sky was so good, and adding Tyler to the mix was only making everything ten times better. Most nights, he came home from work, which was filled with flirty glances and even a few stolen kisses from Tyler, and would fall into bed with Sky. He was literally burning for the day that he’d be able to regularly fall into bed with both of them.

He glanced up at a soft knock on his door and grinned when he saw Tyler standing in the doorway, holding his own slice of pizza. “You know, if every walk of shame comes with pizza, I might have to do it more often.”

Jackson’s stomach swooped, and he took another sip of ginger ale, hoping maybe that would help cool the fire. “You watched Sky clear out a corner of our closet. Your walks of shame won’t even be that shameful if you’re wearing clean clothes.”

Tyler studied him while taking a long, slow bite from his pizza. Jackson could just barely see the hickey he’d left on the tender skin right below Tyler’s neckline. He was sure when Tyler got undressed tonight, there would be bruises on the crests of his hips, too. Jackson was much gentler with Sky, given he was practically half Jackson’s size, but Tyler was another story. He liked to push Jackson, spurring him on faster, begging for him to grip tighter and fuck harder.

Jackson rolled his eyes and reached for his pill bottle again. “And I’m sure there can be more pizza.”

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“Oh my god,” Sky shouted from the other room, and Jackson didn’t even bother looking up from his laptop.

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