“Good.” I held him by the chin and slanted my mouth over his. He was as sweet as his husband, his little breathy gasps in my mouth making me wet and my dick hard. I lightly supported his back, testing his readiness for touch. He curled into my body like a man who craved to be touched. Good. Once he got out of his head, he would enjoy what we were doing.
Slowly, we parted, but I kept my arms around Brandt. “You okay?”
He nodded with a laugh. “That was good.”
“Great. There’s a lot more where that came from. Come on in. Jim has set up the movie for us. Do you want anything to drink? I made some lemonade.”
“Sounds good.”
I’d made a fort of pillows and blankets in the living room. A good decision it turned out because they kicked off their shoes and settled against the cushions. Jovial chatter and laughter rang out as we all got comfortable, the nervous tension from earlier slowly fading, and if they noticed the condoms and lube on the coffee table, they didn’t comment on them.
“I love that you did this, Merry,” Brandt said. “It’s been too long since I’ve been in a fort.” He wiggled himself between me and Cairo. Jim sat on Brandt’s left, and they leaned into each other.
“Mer always does the sweetest things.” Jim smiled at me. “The day we met, my life changed for the better.”
I blew him a kiss. I felt the same about Jim. Before him, I’d never known unconditional love. He made my life full.
“What are we watching?” Cairo asked.
“Depends. Are you in the mood for romantic, thriller, or horror?”
“Horror,” they all said, then burst out laughing.
“I guess I’m outvoted.” I laid my hand on my forehead in a dramatic fashion.
Brandt turned his head and kissed me—a quick press of his lips against mine. “Feel better?”
“Yes, yes, I do. For every time I have to close my eyes, you owe me a kiss.”
“Deal.”
“We should start a tally.” Eyes sparkling with mischief, Jim picked up a scrap of paper and a pen and doodled on it. “Brandt’s kiss count.”
Cairo chuckled. “I agree. I’ll keep score.”
I liked that, like that he showed Brandt he was okay with our intimacy by taking over the count. These two would definitely make it.
Jim put in one of his favorite horror movies:House of Wax.
“Damn, that’s my favorite too,” Cairo said.
“I knew you had good taste.”
Jim dimmed the lights, and the opening credits rolled across the screen. As the movie progressed, Brandt and Cairo became more comfortable, sometimes sharing humorous comments about what was happening on screen or jumping at particularly scary moments. Every time I closed my eyes during a scene filled with suspense or horror, true to their word, Jim and Cairo made a grand gesture of it, pausing the TV and chanting for us to kiss. It felt like a night at a frat house party, but the chemistry flowing between us was incredible.
Jim and Cairo whispered to each other, and once they shared a kiss. Little by little, the movie became insignificant. Jim got Cairo out of his pants and boxers. I stopped kissing Brandt so he could watch Jim wrap a hand around his husband’s cock and appreciate how much pleasure Cairo got from it.
“That’s so hot,” Brandt whispered.
“It is, isn’t it? Want to get undressed?”
6
CAIRO
Oh my god. Someone who wasn’t my husband was touching my cock, and it felt so fucking phenomenal. Instinctively, I glanced over at Brandt. Had I gone too far? It didn’t seem so. He was watching in awe. Merry shifted to sit behind Brandt so they were directly facing Jim and me. He slipped a hand under Brandt’s shirt and played with Brandt’s nipples. A moan ripped from Brandt as he leaned his head back and sucked on Merry’s offered tongue.
How was it possible to get harder not because of what Jim was doing with his hand but because of watching how aroused Brandt was by Merry touching him? Merry tugged Brandt’s shirt over his head and kissed Brandt’s shoulders. Brandt’s heavy pants filled the room.