Page 7 of You're Ours

Jackson gulped again, but this time because his heart had lodged itself somewhere high in his throat, and he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to swallow his next breath let alone his favorite kabab koobideh, so he just nodded. Sky thankfully knew his order, and a few minutes later, they were back to snuggling as they waited for their food to be delivered.

Jackson began to suspect he was in trouble when Tyler spent not one, but two nights in their bed. They spent most of the weekend taking turns on Jackson’s Nintendo Switch and Sky’s Xbox. They came up with new and innovative ways to cuddle, and the hours bled together into a domestic blur.

At one point Saturday afternoon, after it was clear Tyler and Jackson would be preoccupied fighting zombies for a few hours, Sky left them to go workout. Even though it was actually the first time they’d ever been alone together in the house, it felt completely natural. An hour or so later, when Sky got home, they both followed him into the shower, and that felt just as natural.

On Sunday, Jackson had to leave for a pre-scheduled coffee date with his mom. Just like the previous day, Tyler didn’t even bat an eye at being left alone with one of them. Jackson, on the other hand, found it incredibly distracting knowing his husband and his lover were at home together, getting up to god knows what while he was gone.

While he wasn’t an avid runner, on days when he needed to clear his head, he would sometimes go for a jog around the neighborhood. There was this point in the run—he was pretty sure actual runners called it a runners high—where the burn in his lungs would fade into the background, and his thoughts would sharpen. The burn was still there, as were the aches in his knees and back, but it somehow felt less important.

Jackson figured he was definitely in trouble when he began experiencing something akin to this when the three of them were together. The usual stress of the week would fade away, and the dull ache he felt in his chest for Tyler, and even for Sky, would fade away, leaving a buoyant joy in its place.

When he was away from the other two men, the ache returned in full force, often mimicking heartburn to the point he wondered if he should start carrying antacids with him. He wasn’t entirely new to this feeling. He remembered it from the early months with Sky and Connor, where even a few hours felt like too long to be apart. Things had cooled, as they tended to do, between him and Sky as love settled over the lust. It left him with a more sustainable, low-level thrum he carried deep in his chest. Now, though, it felt like that flame had reignited, and he was burning for both men, his feelings for the two beginning to mix and meld.

This seemed problematic, given that they still hadn’t had all the conversations Jackson considered necessary for starting a polyam relationship, though they had talked about other things. They took turns fleshing out their dating history, dancing around some of the tougher moments with Connor, and highlighting instead some of the funnier encounters they’d had in threesomes. Tyler opened up about a string of failed relationships, and Sky held his hand tightly the entire time. They also talked at length about boundaries and consent. They still hadn’t made any move to clarify their relationship, though.

Tuesday morning, Tyler instant messaged Jackson and asked him to come into his office. Jackson did, expecting the worst, and was utterly unprepared to have Tyler close the door and thrust his phone in his face.

“I got an updated panel done last week on a rush order. I’m negative across the board, and–” Tyler fell silent for the length of one of Jackson’s anxious breaths, before he rushed to say, “And I’m not seeing anyone else right now.”

Jackson could only blink at the screen as he slowly took his phone and dutifully scrolled through the document. He might as well have been reading the Bible in Latin, though, because he didn’t take in a word of it. Hope was a scary thing, filling his chest like a balloon and nearly blocking out his vision.

“And you’re showing me this because–”

“Because this weekend, I say we throw out the condoms and celebrate,” Tyler said with an impish grin.

Jackson’s stomach tightened in anticipation, but his heart sank. That wasn’t exactly what he’d been hoping to hear when Tyler said he wasn’t seeing anyone else. He and Sky had begun discussing what the next phase of their relationship with Tyler could look like, and exclusivity was a big part of it. They were polyam, always had been and always would be, but they preferred closed, polyfidelitous relationships.

Jackson wasn’t brave enough to bring it up now, and even if he wanted to, Tyler surged forward and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. Jackson barely had time to return the kiss before Tyler squeezed his ass and sent him back to his own office.

It had been a long time since Jackson had done something salacious at work, but by his lunch break, he was aching so badly he couldn’t think straight. He texted Sky to meet him at the car, which he always parked in a quiet corner of the parking garage.

Sky was curious but all too eager to oblige. He scurried into the back seat and allowed Jackson to pull his pants down and bend him over the front console of the car.

“Which hole?”

“Front,” Sky whined as Jackson teased Sky’s dick with a spit-slick finger.

His mind wandered as he went through the familiar motions of prepping Sky. Tyler played a prominent role in many of his jangled thoughts as he slid a third finger into Sky, scissoring and twisting until he bucked his hips.

“Jackson! Please!” Sky begged, and Jackson pulled his fingers free.

He smeared on some lube from a packet he found in the glove compartment and pushed into his groaning husband.

He bent over and put his mouth right next to Sky’s ear. “Tyler got updated test results, and he wants to come over this weekend to take advantage of that.”

Sky moaned, and Jackson began thrusting into him.

“Does that mean…he’s ours now? He doesn’t want to see anyone else?” Sky asked, whimpering and arching his back as Jackson reached between his legs to stroke his dick again.

“I think we need to discuss that with him,” Jackson said, tilting his hips and slamming into Sky, causing him to scream in surprise. Jackson wrapped his free hand around Sky’s mouth, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention to them.

Sky whimpered against his hand and desperately pushed back against Jackson’s chest. The mixed smell of them filled the car, and Jackon’s frantic, disjointed thoughts finally settled.

He could name every freckle and tiny mole on Sky’s body. The shape of him in Jackson’s arms was almost more familiar than his own, and yet, watching Tyler slowly map Sky’s body the past few weeks had reminded Jackson of a few of his husband’s most sensitive spots.

He ran his hand down Sky’s chest and pressed against his belly as he dug his knees into the floor of the car so he could drive up into him. Sky cried out against his hand and sank his blunt fingernails into Jackson’s forearm.

“Please,” he mumbled and Jackson sucked on the spot right below his left ear.

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