Page 12 of You're Ours

Tyler made note of the cleaning protocols Sky used to keep himself safe. They hadn’t discussed any of the logistical changes that came with foregoing condoms, but he was grateful Jackson and Sky made it as effortless as everything else between them.

“Do you want to sit on Tyler’s face, love? Let him have a taste?” Jackson asked as he stared directly into Tyler’s eyes.

Tyler nodded eagerly, and Sky laughed his gorgeous wind chime laugh as he took Tyler’s hand and helped him maneuver between his legs.

After some adjusting and minor prep for Sky, Jackson sank into him with a groan. Tyler let out a string of curses at the close up sight of Jackson’s rather impressive girth spreading Sky open. He did his best to suck Sky off, but as Jackson picked up his pace, Tyler ended up just opening his mouth and letting Sky’s dick run along his tongue.

“Ty, baby, you feel so good—ahhhh!” Sky cried out, his fingers digging into Tyler’s hips.

Tyler’s dick perked up at the new endearment. He loved the way Sky’s sexy voice curled around the word “darling,” but he’d heard him use it on other friends in the office, and it didn’t feel like it was strictlytheirs. Were they to the personal nicknames stage now? He’d had to stop himself several times from calling Sky “sweetheart” and Jackson “babe.” The names just seemed to fit them, and their relationship with Tyler, so well. Sky was his sweet little firecracker, and Jackson was his strong, reliable, absolute babe of a man.

That flutter started below his ribs as he thought about these two incredibly sexy men beinghis. He wasn’t sure if that was part of the arrangement, though. He didn’t think he would be allowed to get up to anything sexy with them on their lunch break or take them out to eat and then bring them back to his apartment for the night.

Or…could he?

Sky grabbed his semi-hard length, stopping any and all other thought, and stroked him to full hardness. Tyler barely had time to shift his hips up before Sky took him in his mouth and pressed his head all the way down.

Tyler’s shout was muffled by Sky’s quivering thighs, but he was pretty sure Jackson heard it. He began to speed up, and Tyler forced his eyes to stay open so he could appreciate every flex and roll of Jackson’s powerful thighs.

He was beginning to learn both of their tells. Sky’s shoulders would curve back until his spine formed a gorgeous S shape and he would come shouting one of their names. Jackson was much quieter, and the biggest sign for him was that his hips would tilt forward and his brow would get this adorable crease right in the middle of his forehead.

He couldn’t see either of those things happening now, so he closed his eyes and listened to the way Jackson’s breath caught and Sky sucked in a breath to scream Jackson’s name.

The vibrations, sounds, and, hell, even the smells of his men tipped Tyler over the edge.

Man…there he went again. Thinking about them ashis.

Tyler mulled this over for the rest of the weekend. He took note of the way Sky seemed to always be within arms reach and how Jackson made a point of touching Tyler’s arm or back every time he passed by. He’d seen other couples he knew act like this, like they were celestial bodies pulled into each other orbits. When Stephanie had been pregnant, it was as if Clara could sense her every movement. They could be on opposite sides of the room, and if Stephanie reached down for something or tried to lift anything heavy, Clara would appear at her side to handle it.

“Thanks for another amazing weekend,” Tyler said, as he wrapped his scarf around his neck Sunday evening.

Sky gave Jackson a wide-eyed look that was pretty universal for “say something, dumbass.”

“Thankyoufor getting tested…and for wanting to be with us–in that way,” Jackson stumbled out.

“It really was awesome getting to connect like that,” Sky said, his eyes growing somehow even wider as he seemed to stare directly into Jackson’s soul.

Sheesh, Tyler wouldn’t want to be on the end of one of those looks. Clearly, Jackson was about to get in trouble for something, Tyler just wasn’t sure what. Evidently, Jackson wasn’t either, if his panicked look was anything to go by.

Tyler laughed nervously, the growing tension in the room a bit stifling in his heavy winter coat. “Yeah, I mean, I’m not seeing anyone else right now. Wouldn’t have time to with how much I see you two.”

He wasn’t sure if he should say the next part, but if there was any chance admitting this could get him one step closer to these men being his, it was worth a shot. “To be honest, I also don’twantto see anyone else.”

Jackson pursed his lips, and Sky grabbed his hand and squeezed it. Tyler wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing.

Before he could take his admission back, Jackson rolled his shoulders and took a slow breath, letting it out in a rush. “Is that something you would want to commit to?”

Sky rolled his eyes so hard, Tyler’s mother would have warned him they were going to fall right out of his head.

“Commit to—” Tyler tried to ask, but Sky cut him off.

“What Jackson is trying to say is we wanted to know if you would be open to making our arrangement a little more official. Like…” He trailed off and glanced one last time at Jackson.

“Like, would you like to be our boyfriend?” Jackson asked in a voice softer than Tyler had ever heard from him before.

Usually, Jackson’s voice seemed to rumble out of him, rolling over Tyler in a pleasant wave, settling in between his shoulder blades and loosening the knot that often grew there. This voice seemed to crawl into his chest, right to that spot that always fluttered. It expanded, pressing on his lungs and making it hard to breathe.

Or maybe that was anxiety.

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