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The idea had solidified for him several months back, when Tyler had come into the office looking like hell warmed over. It turned out his on-again-off-again boyfriend had decided they should be off, period. He’d accused Tyler of being afraid of commitment and unwilling to take things seriously. While Jackson knew Tyler was a bit laid back and sometimes missed obvious cues, like Sky’s trans pride flags, he was a steadfastly loyal friend and diligent worker. Jackson found it hard to believe that if Tyler wanted something, he wouldn’t commit to it wholeheartedly.

Tyler had been explaining the breakup, grasping desperately at his head in pain, when Jackson gripped the nape of his neck and began massaging it. He’d done this before when Tyler would complain of blue light headaches and muscle strain, but he’d never done it without asking permission and never over something personal.

Tyler had looked at him with such naked affection and appreciation, something had shifted in Jackson.

“I think it went very well,” Jackson finally responded. “But we didn’t establish what this means for us.”

Tyler had declined their invitation to spend the night, but he’d shyly asked if maybe they could “get dinner” again soon. The way his eyes roamed over first Jackson’s and then Sky’s still naked bodies had made his meaning crystal clear.

“That’s true,” Sky said, climbing into Jackson’s lap, “but maybe it’s too early for the ‘what are we’ talk. We’re clearly great as coworkers, and I’d go so far as to say I’d consider us friends. Now we also know we’re very compatible in bed, but…well, I guess there’s a lot more to it than that, especially in a relationship like this.” Sky’s face scrunched up, and Jackson would have found it cute if not for the way Sky’s hands also clutched anxiously at Jackson’s shoulders.

The beginning of relationships was always harder on Sky than it was on Jackson. Sky tended to throw himself headfirst into the deep end, whereas Jackson preferred to slowly wade in.

He idly stroked the soft skin of Sky’s thigh. He was a fair bit smaller than Jackson’s six foot, two-hundred pound self. When they’d met, Sky identified as male, but hadn’t started testosterone or had any procedures done. He’d been a little softer and rounder back then. Over the years, with the help of two procedures, T, and Sky’s “gender affirming workouts,” as he called them, he’d developed hard muscles, flat planes, and a few sharp edges.

Jackson, on the other hand, had been lanky and awkward growing up. Over the past few years, he’d moved in the opposite direction from his husband, growing softer, gaining some nice padding around his middle and thighs. Jackson didn’t mind, and Sky liked to worship every dimple and roll in his body. Even gym rat Tyler had run his hands over Jackson’s round stomach and palmed his large ass several times the previous night. Personally, he’d always thought his best features were the shock of black hair and pin straight beard he’d inherited from his Vietnamese father. If his lovers liked to appreciate his larger body, though, he wouldn’t complain.

In fact, it appeared Sky had grown bored of Jackson’s silent contemplation, and he slid to his knees between Jackson’s legs and began running his hands up and down the meat of Jackson’s thighs.

“What do you need, love,” Jackson whispered, cupping Sky’s face.

“You. Always you,” Sky murmured as he leaned forward and took Jackson’s soft length in his mouth.

As his husband sucked him to hardness, he let all of his trepidation about the future fade away. He could worry about it on Monday.

* * *

A near catastrophic accounting error kept Jackson so busy that he didn’t end up seeing Tyler, let alone worrying about anything in his personal life, until Thursday morning.

They ran into each other at the coffee machine, and Tyler gave him an appraising once over before smiling his usual smile in greeting. Jackson had to admit, it made his chest heat up, the way Tyler’s cheeks dimpled ever so slightly. They chatted briefly about the shit show that had been their week. Tyler stood a little closer to him than strictly necessary, but other than that, there was no sign of their Friday night tryst.

Sky used the excuse of wanting to “check on the status of an invoice” to visit the accounting department later that afternoon. He leaned against the side of Jackson’s desk, and Jackson studied the soft lines of his spine but also noted the sharp curve of his raised shoulders.

“We’re both a bit swamped right now,” Jackson admitted when Sky inquired about Tyler, “but things should settle down by the end of the day.”

“Lovely. So you can go ahead and extend a dinner invitation to him for Friday night,” Sky said with a loaded look before sauntering out of Jackson’s office.

He couldn’t put his finger on why, but he found himself procrastinating with other tasks for the rest of the afternoon. As the clock neared six, he knew he needed to make a move or risk Tyler making other plans. Hell, he might have already made other plans. They hadn’t discussed exclusivity, and Jackson would never ask that of someone when they first started out.

He gnawed on his thumbnail as he sent a quick instant message to Tyler, asking him to come into his office for a moment.

Tyler appeared a few minutes later, cheeks flushed a soft pink and hair a little disheveled. “Please don’t tell me you found another error. I might quit if you do,” he said, slumping into the chair across from Jackson’s desk.

His shoulders stretched the seams in his pale blue dress shirt, and as he threw his right ankle over his left knee, Jackson couldn’t help but spot the slight bulge in his pants. He’d noticed all these things before but always with an air of detachment. It was different now that he’d gripped those shoulders and watched that length enter his eager husband.

Right, eager husbands. “No, thankfully, we seem to have gotten through all the errors.”

“Oh, thank god. I don’t know if I could do two more late nights.”

Tyler relaxed even further into the chair, tilting his head back revealing a small bruise at the base of his throat. Jackson had watched Sky put it there, saying “you might have to wear a tie the next few days, darling.”

Jackson tilted back in his own chair, trying to give off an air of nonchalance he wasn’t feeling. “It has been a pretty rough week.” He racked his brain trying to remember if he’d been this nervous in their last polyam relationship. There was just something about Tyler that made his head, and his heart, race. “We…that is, Sky and I were wondering if you’d like to come over tomorrow night. Unwind after the long week.”

Tyler raised a curious eyebrow at him but didn’t shift out of his relaxed pose. “I’m actually on kiddo duty. Clara and Stephanie have date nights every other Friday.”

Jackson tried to hide his disappointment, but he couldn’t fault Tyler for doing a favor for his sister and her wife. If anything, his close relationship with the two women had always endeared him to Jackson.

He apparently didn’t do a good job of remaining aloof because Tyler sat up straighter in his chair. As Jackson watched, his face softened, and he gifted Jackson with a small smile. “I’m free Saturday night, though.”

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