“Same. I definitely didn’t plan it, but seeing how it could possibly fall together, I took the chance.”
“How did you know Hawthorne would be down for it?”
“Just instinct. He had a look in his eyes.”
“It’s so wild. I’ve known him forever and never thought he had even an inkling of curiosity.”
“Maybe hanging out with me led him to see you in a new light.”
“Yeah, maybe that’s it.”
“He’s down for more?”
“He said so.”
“Do you think you two will mess around alone?”
My stomach tightens with lust at the mere suggestion. “I don’t think so. Maybe having you part of it feels safer to him. Like we’re just fucking around.”
“And how do you feel about that, babe?”
“Fine. I’m a little worried, you know. We’re best friends, roommates, business partners. A lot on the line.”
“Yeah, but the strength of your friendship is what makes it safer. You’ll both talk it out if it gets weird. Don’t you think?”
“Yeah, you’re right.”
“Can you level with me, Bow? Do I still fit in here?”
“What do you mean?”
“You guys have a lot of history. Maybe some feelings.”
“Nah. Not those kinds of feelings. Who wouldn’t lust after Hawthorne? He’s gorgeous.”
“He is. So are you.”
“And you. We’re just three hot guys having fun.”
“Right, but I hope at least two of us are dating.”
A smile pulls at my lips. “You’re awesome, Aldis. We’re definitely dating.”
“Good. How about Wednesday for dinner?”
“Sounds good.”
“And hey, babe?”
“Yeah?”
“If something does happen between you and Hawthorne without me, I just want to put it out there that I’m totally cool with it. I’d just like to know, in detail, actually.” He chuckles.
“A new fetish?”
“Not so new. Watching you with his dick down your throat was incredibly hot. You should have seen his face when he was jacking you off while you sucked me. I’m definitely down to listen or watch anytime.”
My dick swells, causing my jeans to be uncomfortably tight. “Great. Now I have to jerk off in the shower.”
Bowen laughs. “Think of me when you do.”
“I don’t think that will be a problem. See you at the gym tomorrow?”
“You will. Talk to you later, babe.”
“Bye, Aldis.”
After ending the call, I don’t bother making it to the shower and simply unzip my jeans. Just the thought of them doing what they want to me has me leaking precum already. I swirl my thumb over my tip before straining to reach the lube on my nightstand.
I pour enough on my hand to get things going before lying back and closing my eyes, reliving the scene in the hot tub. The only way it could’ve been better is if Hawthorne entered me. Oh fuck. My body shivers as my balls draw close to my body.
I can see it clearly—me bent over the tub, sucking Aldis while Hawthorne pounds into me. Aldis reaching for Hawthorne and drawing him into a heated kiss, cum filling my ass and my mouth as they both thoroughly use me.
“Fuck,” I moan as cum pours from my dick. I stroke it out, finally relaxing.
When I open my eyes and sit up, I gasp. Hawthorne is standing in my doorway, still damp from his shower with just a towel around his waist. A tented towel. His face is nothing but lust, and it takes me a second to realize I’m not fantasizing anymore. He’s really here. Now what?
“Shower’s free,” he says with a sexy smirk on his face. “Looks like you need one.”
I grab my dirty shirt and wipe my dick with it. “Looks like it. Did you enjoy the show?”
“It’s about time you started providing some entertainment around here.” He winks at me. “I’ll start dinner while you shower.”
“Sounds good.”
He lingers for a second, his eyes taking me in before he looks down at his own erection. All he does is chuckle as he leaves my room, leaving me as confused as he probably is. If we’re just going to act like this is all normal friendship stuff between us, then fine by me. It takes the awkwardness down a few notches.
At least I know he finds me attractive. What I’m going to do with that information is anyone’s guess.
Chapter Nine
Aldis
I pull up in front of Bowen and Hawthorne’s house and turn my truck off. My heart is beating a little too hard, nerves swamping me. Bowen and I said we were dating, but are we at the stage where I can show up unannounced at his place?
We agreed on Wednesday for dinner, but maybe there’s part of me that’s just a little too needy and desperate to make sure that everything really is cool after the hot tub the other night.
I hop out of my truck, and a scrape, scrape, scrape sound draws my attention. I pause for a moment, cocking my head as I try to figure out what exactly it is. I can’t place it, but it’s obvious it’s coming from around the back of the house.
I give into my curiosity and, instead of going straight to the front door, I follow the sound around to the back. Birds are chirping from the surrounding trees, the late morning sun just now starting to dry the dew on the grass. The air has that fresh spring scent that fills me up and energizes me.
Behind the house, I spot Hawthorne. He’s hunched over a workbench that’s shaded by the outcropping of the roof. His shoulders flex as he works on whatever he has in front of him, the scraping sound quickening.
“Hey,” I call as I get close.
He stops what he’s doing and looks over his shoulder.
“Bowen isn’t here,” he says.
“Oh, okay.” I shove my hands into my pockets. That felt like a dismissal, which means the socially appropriate thing to do is walk away and leave him to whatever he’s up to. But something keeps me rooted to the spot. “What are you working on?”
He hesitates for a second, and I wonder if I overstepped. Is it something private? Just because I watched the man get a blowjob doesn’t mean I’m entitled to ask about his private hobbies or anything. Frustration wells up inside me at the realization that I want that right.
I know this thing is new and fragile as hell, but I want to be allowed to ask Hawthorne about his passions, his thoughts, his past. I want to get to know Bowen and Hawthorne. But fuck, this whole thing is delicate. I don’t want to push him too fast, and I don’t want to scare Bow into feeling territorial over a man he’s very obviously been in love with for ages.
Hawthorne inches to the side so I can see what he’s doing. There’s a hunk of wood on the workbench, a variety of sharp tools splayed out, another one clutched in his hand. It takes me a second to make out what it is, but when I see it, a grin spreads over my face.
“It’s Rifle Ridge.” The peaks are obvious and familiar, and the longer I look at the carving, the more details I start to see. It doesn’t look finished, but the parts that are done are breathtaking.
He shrugs. “Sometimes I carve the places I climb.”