Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“You took care of him well, pup.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“My two boys.” We both petted Jordan together now, our fingers stumbling around each other’s. A moment later, Ian leaned in and rested his head on my shoulder.
It was perfect.
“Who were you talking to?” Ian asked. “When we got home. Was it Aidan?”
“No, it was Tony.”
“The guy you were in love with?” Jordan asked as Ian tensed up.
“The man who is my best friend, but who I am very much not in love with anymore.” When they remained quiet, I added, “He’s applying for a few jobs here, but I want you both to know that there’s nothing between us anymore.”
Ian said, “Yeah, but that’s because he doesn’t—”
“No,” I cut Ian off. “Yes, that was originally why, but we’re better off as friends. I think this is a good time to reevaluate exclusivity, though. I know none of us have been with anyone else since we started this, but we weren’t closed to it. If you’re willing, I’d like to take that option off the table now.”
Jordan spoke first. “Yes, Daddy. I don’t want anyone else. You both treat me the best.”
Ian had yet to respond, but I was certain it wasn’t because he didn’t want to be exclusive. I knew him well enough by now to know that he was still thinking about Tony, and about how he—Ian—measured up.
“Good boy,” I told Jordan, still playing with his hair. I turned to look at Ian. “Puppy?”
“Yeah, that’s fine. Not like I have time for anyone else anyway. But you won’t either?”
“No. Eventually you’ll see that I don’t want anyone else except the two of you.”
And I meant it.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Ian
When we were home, Jordan was always naked now. He felt comfortable doing that. He also loved eyes on him, and when he didn’t have any clothes on, how could our eyes not be on him? He was beautiful and confident, soaking up attention like a sponge, and I was quickly learning that I liked giving it to him. I liked giving it to him with David, and when David gave his attention to both of us.
They both made me feel…special, though I didn’t know if I could afford to let myself feel that way. It scared me.
We weren’t at home right now, and we weren’t naked. Jordan and I were volunteering for the first time at the LGBTQ center. It had been less than a week since we’d filled out the paperwork, but everything had gone quickly from there. We’d attended a class on a day I worked both jobs, but managed to squeeze it in between. I’d also worked late last night, and this morning we were doing a breakfast shift at the center, where we passed out hot meals to those who came by.
“Would you like some eggs?” I asked the person in front of me, who wore a flannel shirt, even though it was warm, and baggy jeans. They looked in their early twenties.
“They don’t talk to new people,” the person behind them said. My eyes flickered to their name tags. The first used they/them, and their name was Peyton, and the one who spoke was she/her, and her name was Carrie.
“Oh, okay. Sorry.” I looked at Peyton and smiled. They nodded and adjusted their baseball cap, their eyes darting away quickly as if they were uncomfortable. I didn’t want to make them feel uneasy, but I didn’t want them to feel ignored or like their wish wasn’t okay. So I scooped some eggs onto their plate and said, “I’m not always big on talking to people either, so I get it. My, um…” What in the hell did I call Jordan? Obviously we were friends, but I also saw him naked every day, had had my dick in his ass or mouth, and sometimes slept in bed with him. I settled on, “My friend here, he’s chatty. I like to keep to myself.”
Jordan nudged me from where he stood beside me. “There’s room in the world for every kind of person. Also, he’s secretly in love with me. That’s why he hesitated before calling me his friend. Bacon?”
I rolled my eyes and was about to tease him when Carrie asked Jordan, “Well, are you secretly in love with him too?”
“Maybe…or maybe I can be,” Jordan replied, and my head whipped in his direction. Jordan blew me a kiss and put bacon on their plates. Then he patted my hand and said, “Don’t freak out.”
Peyton’s eyes darted to me, and when they gave me a shy smile, my heart punched at my chest so hard, it hurt. And then…then they chuckled and winked before walking away, and that made my heartbeat ease up some. I liked that we’d made Peyton grin. That they could see I was freaking out some, and from the looks of it, they thought Jordan and I were kind of cute together. At least that’s what their look said to me, but what in the hell did I know?