Three Is Just Enough (4 page)

“Hey. How about we jump in the shower together. It’s plenty big enough for both of us. Then we can get out faster.”

Dalton’s heart raced and his gut tied itself in knots as he considered Cole’s proposal. Would it be a big deal if two straight guys showered together? Probably. But Dalton’s fog of arousal dominated the thinking parts of his brain. He fought to keep his gaze on Cole’s face when he desperately wanted to check out the muscular body of the stud in front of him. He swallowed hard and squeaked. “Sure.”

“Cool. I’ll get the shower started.” Cole slapped him on the back. “Hurry your ass up. Last one in the shower gets to wash my feet.” Cole wiggled the toes on the end of his size twelve’s, then walked into the bathroom laughing. Dalton unconsciously followed Cole’s flexing ass cheeks as he walked out of the room.
Damn it! What am I doing? Even if I do think Cole’s hot, nothing’s going to happen. Fine. I can take a shower with him and not get hard.
Dalton followed Cole into the bathroom.

Cole stepped into the shower and Dalton paused for a moment to admire the way the spray of water matted the hair on his chest.
Don’t think about Cole! Stress load calculation, LEED material lists, baseball, how much I hate baseball, damnit. Don’t get hard, don’t get hard, don’t get hard.

Dalton stepped into the shower, only partially successful at distracting himself. His cock thickened, but was not the aching stiffness Cole usually caused. And Cole had been right, the shower was big enough for both of them. It was huge. Dalton stepped under the water and relaxed as the heat invaded his tired muscles. Cole whistled some tune as Dalton washed his hair. He stuck his head under the cascade to rinse off the shampoo.
Maybe I’m going to get out of this without embarrassing myself again.
At that moment Cole ran a soap-coated washcloth over Dalton’s back. “Here, I’ll help you wash up, then you can do me.”

Cole’s touch was like someone hit Dalton with 220 volts. A surge of desire flooded him like never before. His cock didn’t just get hard, the shaft transformed into a piece of diamond-impregnated titanium. Tucked against his stomach, he couldn’t stop a loud sigh from escaping.

“Feels amazing doesn’t it? Hot water and a good back rub.” Cole pressed harder and Dalton’s nuts tightened against his shaft. Cole’s hand and the soapy cloth passed over the top of his butt. No one would have thought the resulting moan from Dalton was anything but sexual arousal. Cole slid his arms under Dalton’s and pulled them together. Dalton was in the ninth heaven of desire and didn’t care how he’d gotten there. Cole’s meaty hands ran over his chest, rubbing his nipples and adding to the jolts of electricity coursing through his body. Some remnants of conscious thought tried to surface.

“Cole. We. Oh, god. Stop.”

Cole froze, lifted his hands leaving one finger tracing a small circle around his bellybutton before breaking free. Dalton sighed in disappointment at the separation.

“I’ll stop if you want…” Cole said.

Dalton struggled. Cole’s touch had ignited a blazing fire, but he didn’t want to hurt Tara. His mind clung to that. “Tara?”

Cole whispered in Dalton’s ear. “She thinks it would be hot to have sex with two guys, and…she thinks you’re sexy.”

Dalton’s head spun—he’d never considered that Tara might be into being with two guys. The second part of Cole’s muttered words. She thought Dalton was hot.
I’m hot? No one has ever told me I’m hot. Now I have two people who want to be with me
. He leaned back, his slender body against Cole’s torso.

Cole slipped his hands around Dalton and caressed his chest. “You okay now?”

Dalton swallowed hard and nodded. “Yeah.”

Cole blew into Dalton’s ear and then whispered. “Good, ‘cause you’re so damn sexy, and I’ve been wanting to do you since we met.”

Dalton moaned softly, his emotions a swirl of contradictions, but lust won out when Cole’s hairy chest ground against his back and he was engulfed in a passionate embrace. The water cascaded from his chest and Cole’s scorching hands traveled over his stomach, leaving a trail of fire behind. Dalton’s cock throbbed at the touch. His gaze slid shut as Cole’s fingers slipped into his bush and tugged gently.

“You’re so smooth everywhere but your pubes. You’re damn hard, too.”

Dalton was lost in the sensations Cole created. He jumped when Cole’s hard cock nestled between his ass cheeks. The pressure built with each touch until he was putty in Cole’s hands. Then it happened, Cole began slowly stroking Dalton’s aching cock. The touch sent jolts of lightning into Dalton. He wouldn’t last long. But Cole handled him like a stick of dynamite and managed to keep him on the edge of coming. Dalton gasped for breath when Cole rubbed along the underside of his cock.

“Fuck!”

Cole’s speed didn’t increase, but Dalton was already over the edge. A few seconds later the first white strand shot against the glass of the shower. His load was massive, partly due to Cole’s teasing. Now his body expelled built up cum like a hose. He’d never squirted like this before, but this time was amazing. Being held by Cole while the waves of pleasure swept over him added to his euphoria. When Dalton was with a girl, he was the strong one, but it was wonderful to have someone care for him.

Dalton soared with the birth of affection for Cole in addition to the physical wonder that left him shaking and spent. As his senses returned, he enjoyed the hard muscle he leaned against and the soft scratch of Cole’s chest hair. He realized Cole’s hard cock was wedged between his ass cheeks. He froze, not sure what Cole expected.

As if he were a mind reader, Cole kissed the side of his neck. “You okay? We can stop if you want. It’s totally your call.”

Dalton relaxed, remembering Cole stopped when he’d asked before. Confusion still ruled and he needed time to process everything. But he didn’t want to disappoint the guy who filled him with lust, longing and deep satisfaction. None of which he’d had before for a man. “What do you want to do?”

Cole slid up and down Dalton’s crack, and part of him was willing to give Cole even that. Pressed against the smaller man, Cole ran his hands up and down Dalton’s smooth torso. The masculine touch left him feeling like vanilla ice cream in the midsummer sun. He realized Cole was talking and focused on his words.

“Well. I was thinkin’. Like.”

Dalton turned in Cole’s arms and grinned. “Seriously? Now you’re getting bashful. I think it’s a little late for that.”

Cole’s face went red and a small grin appeared. He looked down at his cock poking against Dalton. “Well, if you wanted to jerk me off, that’d be cool.”

Dalton nodded, still unsure. But he didn’t want to disappoint Cole. He reached between them and grabbed the shaft pressing against his stomach. The sensation was oddly familiar, and yet not. Cole was thicker, and the head was large, full and deep purple. Between the water running down them and the juice leaking from Cole, his dick was nice and slick. Dalton slid his hand to the crown, twisted and then sliding down to grind against Cole’s dark bush.

Cole moaned, pumping his hips into the tight grip. He laid his hands on Dalton’s shoulders. Dalton started to kneel to watch Cole in intimate detail, but realized he was using him to stand. Cole shook from the waves of pleasure washing over him. Dalton was struck by the look of ecstasy flowing over Cole’s handsome face.

Dalton slid his hand to the end of Cole’s dick, then twisted across his glans. The change forced a low groan from Cole and a hot stripe flew across Dalton’s abdomen. Cole jerked as a second volley followed the first. After a few moments Cole was dazed, and Dalton was covered with cum. Dalton kept up the slow strokes until Cole shuddered and pulled away.

“Stop, stop. Oh god, it’s sensitive.”

Dalton grinned. “Yeah, I know that feeling really well.”

Suddenly both of them were at a loss for words. Each started to say something, then stopped when nothing seemed appropriate. Finally Cole said, “Let’s get cleaned up. We still have dinner to cook.”

“Yeah.”

They grabbed washcloths and soaped them. Giddy from their exploration, Dalton soaped over Cole’s back and then down his ass. Cole grinned and soon both of them were soaping the other.

They rinsed and climbed out of the shower. The moment of intimacy continued as they toweled each other dry. Dalton loved the feeling of Cole’s hard muscles under his hand as they dried each other. He squatted to dry the last droplets of water from Cole’s hairy legs and found himself inches from Cole’s flaccid cock. Unable to resist, he leaned in and gave it one small kiss.

Cole lifted him and leaned down to press their lips together. Some of the reserve between them had returned, as if the water had shielded them from the consequences of their actions. They wrapped their midsection with towels and left through opposite doors to their bedrooms.

Dalton sat on his bed, his emotions in turmoil. His mind was a swirl of delight, guilt and confusion.
Am I gay? No, that didn’t seem right. But I’m sure not straight. Was the sex a one-time thing?
No, his attraction for Cole wasn’t a passing curiosity. But.
Oh, fuck. I’m so screwed.

He glanced up when a soft knock sounded. He hadn’t bothered to close the door. At this point, privacy seemed a little irrelevant. Cole stood at the door in a pair of shorts with a look of concern etched on his face.

“Hey. Can I come in?”

“Sure.”

Cole walked over to the chair opposite Dalton and sat down. He ran his fingers through his ebony hair while his gaze stayed glued to the floor. He sat long enough for Dalton to begin worrying.

Cole lifted his eyes. “You okay? I wasn’t tryin’ to jump you or anything. If you want this to be a one-time thing, I promise I’ll try and keep it quiet. I’d hate to lose a good friend ‘cause I did somethin’ stupid.”

Dalton met his gaze, touched that Cole considered him a friend, but thought about the rest of what Cole had said. He knew his first question, because if Cole had lied to him, the rest didn’t matter.

“What you said about Tara, was that true?”

Cole’s eyebrows shot up and he pursed his lips. “Yeah. I wouldn’t lie about something like that.”

“So she…”

Cole grinned. “She thinks makin’ it with two guys would be hot.”

“And you’re…”

Cole smile broadened. “You’re goin’ have to give me a little more to go on than that.”

“You know. Like. What are you?”

Cole drew his mouth into a scowl and crossed his arms. “I’m not a perv trolling for straight guys if that’s what you’re asking.”

“No, no. I meant…” Dalton filled his chest with a deep breath and then said the next words in a gust. “Are you gay, or what? Cause I’ve heard you and Tara having sex before.” Dalton’s face burned as he realized what he just admitted.

Cole grinned, but ignored the slip. “I’m bi, pretty much fifty/fifty bi.”

Dalton was genuinely confused. “What do you mean fifty/fifty?”

“I’m not an expert or anything. But bi doesn’t mean you think everyone’s hot. Some bi people lean toward the same sex, others toward the opposite sex. It get’s kind of confusin’.”

“Is Tara bi, too?”

“Nope, she just thinks two guys making out is hot.” Cole smiled. “She and I watch guy-on-guy sometimes before the deed. She’s a wildcat those nights.”

Dalton smiled but his face heated again. “So, does she really…”

Cole grinned. “Think you’re hot?”

“Yes.”

“Oh yeah. She thinks you’re cute as hell.”

“And you guys want to include me?”

“Well, that’s what we’re kind of hoping. But I was supposed to be cool about it. I don’t think seducing you in the shower will qualify as being cool, though.”

Dalton chuckled at Cole, hoping he understood the gravity of the statement. “That’s good. ‘Cause I’m not going to be responsible for hurting Tara. I like her.”

“I know. And we need to talk with Tara. I don’t want to do anything to hurt her either. She and I have been talking about a threesome for a while now. We didn’t know if you’d be interested.”

Dalton dropped his gaze to the floor and chewed on his bottom lip as he thought about what Cole had told him. He looked up and shrugged. “I’m not sure how I feel about anything right now. I’ve never been with a guy before you.”

Cole beamed. “That’s cool. So, you think I’m hot?”

Dalton chuckled. “Yes, you egomaniac. I think you’re hot.”

Cole grinned but became serious. “You’ve never been with another guy? You haven’t ever thought another guy was sexy?”

“Sure. Some guys are attractive, but that’s not the same thing as wanting to throw myself in their arms.”

“Did you ever have a friend that when he touched you, you tingled all over? Or you always wanted to sit next to him? Or some guy you’d want to spend all your free time with?”

“Well, yeah. But only with one or two of my best friends. We would wrestle around and show each other our junk. I think one time we jerked off together.”

Cole chuckled. “I think I’m your first time since you were a kid. But it sounds like you’re bi, somewhere on the spectrum anyway. It’s up to you to decide though, regardless of what other people think.”

Dalton puffed out his cheeks, then let his breath leak from between his lips. “I’m not sure about everything. But thanks for coming to talk to me. I appreciate it. Let’s wait until I get everything straightened out in my head before we talk to Tara.” Dalton patted Cole on the shoulder, only to have the jolt of desire go through him again.

Cole smiled at him and nodded. “We better get started or Tara will have both of our nuts, and it won’t be in a way either of us will enjoy.”

“Come on. I know something we can make that won’t take any time.”

Tara glanced first at Cole, then at Dalton. Something had happened, she just didn’t know what it was yet. They both were finding their soup far too fascinating, and they were too quiet, especially Cole. Usually by know he would have told at least one bad joke that involved body fluid. Not that she needed bathroom humor to make the night, but it wasn’t like Cole.
Am I going to have to be the adult again? This could get old.