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They both slowly nodded, but it was my shy Scott that spoke as he looked at Ryan. “I almost told you last year when I broke up with that dentist. He kept accusing me of hiding things from him, and he was right. I hadn’t told him what I really wanted, but after it blew up I almost told you. It just seemed…huge.” Scott shrugged, not sure how to articulate it.
Ryan stood there stiffly for a moment, but then closed the space between them and gave Scott a hug. “I’d have told you too. I mean, if you’d have said something I would have told you.”
They were so cute.
When Ryan stepped back they were both smiling shyly at each other. Ryan reached up and ran his hand over Scott’s head as he glanced over at me. “Should we clean him up?”
“Yes, I think that would be a good idea.” By the way Scott was starting to shift, he thought it was a good idea too.
Ryan looked thoughtful. “I’ll grab a washcloth from the bathroom, if that’s alright with you?”
“Sounds perfect.” I moved slowly toward Scott, but glanced at Ryan. “Once you get it you can finish helping me.”
Scott watched me closely, shifting nervously, but he didn’t use his safeword or give me any indication he wanted things to stop. Not that I was going to let them get out of hand. We were cleaning him up, not getting him off again.
As Ryan walked through a door I assumed went to the bathroom, I started stroking Scott’s chest and abs and moving my hands down to take off his belt. The jeans were barely damp in the front, but I knew whatever he was wearing under them had to be soaked. I kept up the deliberately slow pace so that he could stop me any time, but aside from his stillness and the fact that he seemed to be breathing harder, he was quiet.
I had the pants unbuttoned and was easing down the zipper when Ryan came back into the room. He had a damp washcloth in one hand as he came up behind Scott and wrapped his arm around him. He could have been offering support for the almost intimate act, but instead, he was letting his best friend know he was there and that nothing had changed.
When I moved to ease Scott’s pants down over his hips, Ryan reached down and grabbed one side of the fabric to help me. Whether or not he knew it, the message was clear: even though they’d put me in charge, we were in it together.
I loved it. Deliberate or not, it was perfect.
Ryan gently moved closer to Scott as I knelt down in front of Scott and helped him step out of his pants. His quiet words were heartfelt and I knew it was his way of making sure Scott knew they could talk about it. “I liked touching you. You were beautiful.”
I wasn’t the only one worried about what would happen after the passion cleared.
Scott sighed as I reached up to take off his tight, damp boxer briefs and leaned back into Ryan’s embrace. As I pulled them down over his still half-hard cock, he closed his eyes. It seemed more like he was glad to have someone there rather than feeling embarrassment.
When Scott was naked, Ryan handed me the washcloth and I carefully wiped the cum from around Scott’s cock. His dick twitched and I had a feeling it wouldn’t take much to get him going again, but I kept my touch brief. I wanted both sides of a relationship with them, the hot and the sweet.
After I had him clean, Ryan took the cloth from me and tossed it into a basket by the bathroom door. Then he pointed toward the dresser on the opposite wall. “He has some pants in there that he likes to wear to hang out. The second drawer down.”
Rising, I stretched up and kissed Scott’s cheek. “Do you want a T-shirt?”
Scott opened his eyes and started to speak, but Ryan beat him to it. “He doesn’t really like to wear shirts unless people are coming over. I guess that makes sense now.”
I almost expected a blush, but Scott just shrugged. “They rub.”
Chuckling, I grabbed a pair of striped cotton sleep pants out of the drawer and closed it. Bringing them over to Scott, I knelt down in front of him again so he could step into them. “I can understand that, and you don’t have to wear a shirt around me unless you want to. I’m not just ‘people.’”
Ryan broke in quietly as I stood, raising the pants to cover Scott. “No, you’re more than that.”
“You’re our boyfriend and…” Then Scott paused for a moment as he looked into my eyes. “Dom.”
Leaning into him, I stretched up and gave him a tender kiss before turning in his arms and pulling Ryan closer so I could press my lips to his. “Thank you both.”
Caressing Ryan’s cheek with one hand, I reached behind me and cupped Scott’s. “I know a relationship takes time, though one day I want to not only be your boyfriend and Dom but I want to be one of your best friends too. You have an incredible foundation for a relationship, and we’re going to keep building on that.”
Ryan smiled tenderly, kissing my cheek before looking at Scott and aiming that smile at him. “I’d have never done anything to rock the boat with you because our friendship was too important, but Dare’s right. It’s too strong a foundation to tip over at the first sign of change.”
Scott’s arms shifted to wrap around Ryan, pulling us both closer to him. I loved being sandwiched between them, but feeling Ryan’s thick erection pressing against me made it even better. As Scott leaned over my shoulder and gave Ryan a tender kiss, Ryan moaned, rocking his hips and rubbing his dick against me.
I could feel Scott’s arms tighten with every sound Ryan made, and each quiet gasp and breathy moan seemed to push Scott to give him even more pleasure. By the time they finally pulled apart, gasping for breath but unwilling to move and risk losing the emotions that were probably whirling in them, Ryan’s muscles were tight and I could feel how much he wanted Scott.
Running my hands up his chest, I flicked over his still-covered nipples and leaned in to nibble on his neck. My touch had them both moaning, Ryan in pleasure and Scott in anticipation. I tightened my grip on Ryan’s shirt and used it to tug him closer, rocking his body against mine.
“I can feel how hard you are.” Pressing another kiss to his neck, I made a low, pleased sound as he sucked in a breath, whimpering. “Do you want to come or do you want to feel that aching desire all night, just thinking about how turned on you were? Do you want the pleasure now or do you want to imagine what we could’ve done to you all night long?”
