Page 19 of You're Ours

He gripped the back of his neck and grimaced. Tyler’s headaches always carved deep grooves around his eyes, and they were beginning to form now.

Again, before Jackson could open his mouth to try and relieve some of Tyler’s stress, Tyler gasped and brought the phone right back up to his face again. “Not that it’s a problem you’re married! I just meant, optics-wise, I wasn’t sure if it would mean something different to be out and polyam for you than it does for me!”

Sky burst out laughing. “This is the second time we’ve gotten a gorgeous view up your nose, baby. How about you pull the phone away and then Jackson and I can tell you there’s absolutely nothing to worry about.”

Tyler did as instructed, pulling the phone back to reveal a sheepish expression on his face.

Jackson spoke up before either of them had the chance to interrupt him again. “Sky and I are very comfortable being out and polyam. That includes at work, in front of our family and friends, and on social media. What you choose to share and with whom is completely up to your comfort level.”

Tyler’s face turned even more sheepish, but his signature smile returned. “Oh, thank god. I’ve been dancing around it with Clara and some of my friends, but I figured it's only a matter of time before I slip up. I’d also really love to introduce you to them, I just…wasn’t sure.”

Heat spread from Jackson’s chest into his belly, tingling its way down his legs and all the way to his toes.

“We’d love to meet everyone but on your timeline,” Sky said, completely negating his calm tone by bouncing eagerly up and down. “Whenever works best and feels best for you works for us!”

Jackson groaned, planting his hands on his troublesome husband’s hips. “Love, please,” he grunted, and he saw Sky’s wicked grin in the thumbnail on the phone screen.

Tyler tipped his head back and groaned. “God, I wish you both were here. I just put Layla down for bed, and it would be so amazing to curl up with you both, but…”

The screen flipped to the back facing camera, and they received their first glimpse into Tyler’s life.

“My room is pretty small, and I only have a queen-sized bed.” He panned the camera over the bed, which was indeed a fair bit smaller than Jackson and Sky’s king.

“I’m sure we could fit if we tried! Right?” Sky said, pressing his back into Jackson’s chest.

Jackson agreed, even though, realistically, it would be a pretty tight fit.

“Oh, yeah?” Tyler said, something in his tone changing. “I mean…if you really think so, maybe I should have you over sometime.” There was a brief pause before Tyler gave an awkward laugh. “My place really isn’t as nice as yours, though.”

Sky flicked his wrist dismissively. “We’d never judge. Besides, there’s obviously a difference in having one salary versus two.”

Tyler exhaled a soft breath. “Well, yeah, I guess that’s true.”

“So, feel free to invite us over whenever!” Sky said, beaming at the camera.

Tyler laughed, a warm sound that, even through the phone speakers, tingled through Jackson’s chest. He wished more than anything that they were all three together.

He buried his face in Sky’s hair again. “Just imagine what we could do with three salaries,” he murmured before he could stop himself.

Sky tensed in his lap, and Jackson glanced up at the screen in concern, but Tyler just chuckled. “Yeah, I guess that’s true, too.”

Sky asked him how his evening with Layla had been, and they chatted for almost half an hour until Tyler had to hang up because Clara and Stephanie had returned.

Jackson barely had the chance to turn off his phone screen before Sky was on top of him, fingers combing through his short hair and their mouths crashing together.

Sky always kissed him like it was their last time together. He claimed every crevice of Jackson’s mouth and ran his hands over Jackson’s face, neck, and shoulders. His fingers paused over a scar on Jackson’s collarbone he’d gotten playing flag football in college. Sky traced the jagged line and then dragged his fingers down to brush over his nipples.

Tyler had asked Jackson a while back if he liked nipple play. It wasn’t necessarily his go-to foreplay, and it honestly hadn’t been all that exciting with many of his past lovers. Sky knew exactly how to get him going, though. His finger circled the dark areolas, lightly flicking and pressing on the buds until they were hard and aching. He’d shown Tyler exactly what to do, and now both of his lovers liked to torture and tease him until he either begged or took what he wanted.

Tonight he felt a little raw, like that fire had scorched through him, leaving him charred and vulnerable.

He wrapped a protective hand around the back of Sky’s head and the middle of his back and laid him down onto the bed. Jackson kicked off his pants and underwear and Sky wiggled out of his boxers and wrapped his legs around Jackson’s back.

“Lube?”

“Don’t need it,” Sky panted as he arched his back, positioning his opening right at the head of Jakson’s leaking dick.

“Prep?”

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