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The skin on Tyler’s chest seemed to tighten, and his heart clenched uncomfortably. He wasn’t usually one to get stage fright, but he felt strangely vulnerable. He could practically feel Jackson’s eyes roaming down his chest, and while he was quite proud of his body, something felt off.

He reached a hand back and gripped Jackson’s neck. He used the added leverage to crane his neck around so he could pull Jackson into a rough kiss. Their short beards dragged across each other, and their lips pressed only briefly, but the small gesture grounded Tyler. He enjoyed a quick fuck as much as the next guy, but he liked to at least kiss whoever he was with before he was inside of them—or them in him.

Jackson made a content noise and wrapped his arms around Tyler in an affectionate hug. He slowly bent Tyler forward and slid into him with quick finesse.

He hadn’t had much time to study Jackson’s dick, but he felt every inch of it as it spread him open. When Jackson reached that spot inside him, Tyler moaned long and low, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of Sky’s hips.

Apparently tired of waiting, Sky reached behind his back, grabbed Tyler’s dick, and maneuvered him into the correct position. Tyler snapped his hips forward, sliding all the way into Sky’s tight body.

They let out a chorus of grunts and whimpers as they struggled to find a rhythm. It had been a little while since Tyler bottomed, and the first few minutes were just this side of too much. His rim burned everytime Jackson pulled back, and his insides protested each time Jackson slammed back in. Sky’s tight heat was a welcome distraction, though. The gorgeous arch of his back and the way he fisted his hands in his own shaggy blonde locks made it feel worth it.

Finally, Jackson gripped Tyler’s shoulders, bent him farther over Sky and slammed up into him, striking his prostate like Tyler had drawn him a map.

He cried out and had to brace his hands on Sky’s soft ass as he tried, and failed, to maintain his own rhythm. Sky looked over his shoulder and smirked as he rose up onto his hands and began rocking back against Tyler’s dick. Tyler struggled through another few thrusts before deciding to kick his ego to the curb and let them take over.

He felt utterly surrounded by them: their smell, their hands, Sky’s slick channel, and Jackson’s sizable girth. He could feel Jackson’s sweat dripping onto his back and his own onto Sky.

He’d been in a few threesomes, and even an orgy a few years back, but there was something different about this one. Sky and Jackson were clearly attuned to each other. Each time Jackson shifted, Sky responded and vice versa. It was like they were fucking each other, but through Tyler. While that could have made him feel superfluous, he actually felt wonderfully included.

Sky’s moans and pleas increased in volume, begging Tyler to fuck him harder, and Jackson answered in kind, murmuring how wonderful Tyler felt as he slammed into him, forcing him into Sky exactly how he wanted.

Tyler felt himself coming undone, and he desperately reached for Sky’s dick, giving it a few quick pulls and strokes as he arched his back against Jackson. All three of them came one after the other, and Tyler collapsed onto Sky as Jackson slumped onto his side.

Their collective gasps and grunts filled the bedroom for several minutes while Tyler slowly came back to reality.

He’d just fucked his coworkers—his work husband andhishusband. There was probably a binder’s worth of HR policies to consider, a fair amount of conversations to be had about the nature of their friendship now, definitely some further discussions needed about preferences and limits…

But the main question that was front and center in Tyler’s mind was when could they do it again.

ChapterTwo

JACKSON

“I’m sorry I almost fucked that up,” Sky mumbled, his mouth full of toothpaste.

They’d been together long enough that Jackson didn’t even wince anymore as flecks of toothpaste sprayed over the mirror. This was why he kept cleaning spray and paper towels under the sink at all times. He’d wipe it down when they were done, and they wouldn’t argue or fume the way they had the first few months of their relationship.

Back then, there had been three of them, and trying to blend together three young men’s preferences, habits, and proclivities had felt next to impossible.

Well, according to Connor, it had been.

Jackson’s eyes wandered over his husband’s naked chest, stopping on the hickies Tyler had left on his shoulder.

After their whirlwind threesome, Sky had curled up in Tyler’s arms, nuzzling and making out with him for almost an hour. Jackson had folded himself around Sky’s back and taken a few turns kissing him and Tyler as well. He’d felt utterly content watching the way the two men explored and got to know each other’s bodies.

“You didn’t fuck up anything, my love,” Jackson assured him. “I should’ve been much clearer from the start—with both of you. That’s my mistake, and I apologize.”

Sky spit into the sink and looked back up into the mirror, making eye contact with him as he licked the last bits of foam off his lips. Jackson allowed himself a moment to imagine those pretty lips wrapped around his cock and then his mind unhelpfully provided the image of it being Tyler’s cock. He rolled his eyes at himself and his feisty lover and walked out of the bathroom.

Ever since Sky started taking testosterone some five years back, he’d been nearly insatiable. Jackson truly didn’t mind, but as they got older, the idea of sharing Sky’s lust with another partner gained even more appeal. It was one of the many reasons he’d initially proposed inviting Tyler into their bed. That, and the way he looked at Sky—and hell, the way he looked at Jackson—lit up a part of Jackson he’d thought he’d lost years ago. Connor hadn’t been their only attempt at sharing their lives with someone else, but he’d been the longest and most successful. Given how it ended, that wasn’t saying much, but their string of polyamorous relationships had gone on hiatus when they got married three years ago.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by Sky’s soft hands cupping his face. Jackson looked up from where he’d come to rest on the side of their bed.

“I think it went really well? He even said he wanted to see us again?” Sky’s voice rose anxiously, turning both statements into questions.

This was the part of polyamory Jackson hadn’t missed: the uncertainty that came with introducing someone new into their bedroom…and into their lives.

Tyler had been a relatively stable figure in their work lives for almost two years. Jackson had been in charge of his training when he started at the company, and they’d immediately hit it off, becoming fast work friends and, as Tyler liked to put it, “work husbands.” They’d shared numerous lunches, coffee breaks, and a handful of dinners, many that included Sky. There had never been anything overtly flirty about their interactions, and yet he’d always felt like there was more between them than simple camaraderie.

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