Chapter 106: Double Pleasure.

Dave could hardly believe how much had happened unexpectedly in such a short time.

Even the fact that he had recently become willing to simply walk away from Bryce, despite the pain it caused him, instead of trying to force Bryce to choose him, was unexpected.

The fact that he still had feelings for Bryce while also developing feelings for another man, born from nothing more than the pity Vincent had shown him, was equally unexpected.

And now, the fact that he was actually in bed with both Bryce and Vincent was almost impossible to comprehend.

It was especially unexpected considering he had already decided to leave.

He had spent the entire night turning everything over in his mind, searching for answers to questions he could not resolve and trying to determine what would be best for him, only to wake in the morning and find Vincent emerging from Bryce’s room, visibly aroused.

Somehow, that sight had answered the very questions he had spent the night wrestling with.

Sitting on that couch earlier, all he had been thinking about was how he could leave without giving Bryce another reason to accuse him of not caring about him or no longer loving him.

Now, unexpected turns of events had brought the three of them into the same room, sharing a single bed and consumed by intense desires that seemed to have been suppressed for far too long that they should have.

As their hands moved over one another and their breaths mingled, heavy and shallow, one thought kept crossing Dave’s mind.

Vincent had not said anything about Bryce’s suggestion, and that somehow bothered him. He knew he should not care about Vincent’s opinion.

After all, Bryce had already made it clear that he did not want to lose him, shown him how much he still loved him, and made it clear that he still wanted to be with him. His attention should have remained on Bryce.

But he could not stop wondering whether Vincent actually wanted him there.

Bryce was right. This new version of himself was simply terrible. Even Dave barely recognized who he had become.

He tried to force the thoughts away, but they kept returning, persistent and unwelcome. The only way he could escape them was by allowing himself to become absorbed in Bryce.

He had missed him.

God, he had missed him more than he could explain.

Having Bryce’s hands on him and his own on Bryce, feeling his warmth and the familiarity of their touch, felt like breathing again after being deprived of oxygen for far too long.

Dave could no longer restrain himself.

He lowered his head and kissed Bryce’s neck, his hand slipping beneath the loose T-shirt Bryce wore before gradually pulling the fabric upward.

The warmth of Bryce’s skin beneath his palm sent another wave of longing through him, making it increasingly difficult to think about anything beyond the beautiful young man beside him.

Vincent briefly broke away from Bryce’s lips, though the separation seemed to cost him.

He had become almost incapable of staying away from them. Dave could understand why. Bryce never applied anything to his lips, yet they somehow always carried the faint, sweet taste of strawberries.

After being kissed, they grew slightly swollen and flushed, becoming even more difficult to resist.

Dave remembered how difficult it had always been to pull away from them, only to find the sight of them drawing him back every time.

Vincent caught the other side of Bryce’s shirt and pulled it over his head. Bryce lifted his head just enough to allow the garment to slip free, leaving his upper body exposed between them.

Vincent instantly went for Bryce’s flashed skin, his lips and tongue teasing Bryce’s sensitive skin and his nipples and drawing soft moans from him before he continued downward.

Dave, meanwhile, reached for Bryce’s lips. The instant their lips met, warmth spread through him, intensifying when his tongue brushed against Bryce’s.

Vincent had been kissing those same lips only moments earlier, and the awareness sent Dave’s thoughts in a direction he had not expected.

He found himself imagining what it would feel like to kiss Vincent directly, or perhaps, their three lips meeting at the same time.

The thought unsettled him, but it did not lessen the desire moving through him.

A quiet moan escaped Bryce against Dave’s mouth. He pulled Dave closer, kissing him with a hunger that suggested how deeply he had missed the familiarity of their kiss.

His other hand slipped into Vincent’s hair, drawing him nearer as well, while his body trembled faintly beneath the combined attention of both men.

Dave felt Bryce’s hand move to his shirt. The fabric was pulled upward, exposing his chest beneath it.

Bryce’s fingers brushed over his muscles, and Dave instinctively lowered himself, allowing their bare skin to meet. The contact sent heat through them both.

Their mouths found each other again, their kisses growing more urgent as they moved together. Dave could feel Bryce’s breath against his lips, could feel the slight tremor running through his body, and every reaction made it harder to pull away.

_

Bryce felt Vincent’s hands move toward the waistband of his pajama pants.

His heartbeat quickened.

It struck hard against Dave’s chest, anticipation tightened through him.

When Vincent pulled Bryce’s pants off, his impossibly hard shaft sprang free, leaving Bryce momentarily numb beneath the weight of Vincent’s gaze.

He remembered that look from the first time, when Vincent had stared at him before wrapping his warm, soft palm around him.

Now, as Vincent repeated the gesture, the memory merged with the sensation, his hand moving over Bryce with familiar warmth.

But this time, Vincent did not stop at stroking him. A hot, wet sensation enveloped him, and Bryce’s breath caught when he realized Vincent had taken him into his mouth.

The sensation coursed through him just as Dave’s lips closed around one of his nipples, sucking gently while his hand worked over the other.

Bryce’s body trembled between them, each touch feeding into the next until the pleasure became almost impossible to distinguish, one sensation intensifying another.

Moans escaped him without restraint. His entire body felt engulfed in flames as waves of pleasure swept through him, far more intense than anything either man had made him feel alone.

With Vincent’s mouth and Dave’s hands working over him, Bryce struggled to contain the overwhelming response of his body, trembling as the pleasure continued to build.

Before long, climax overtook Bryce with such suddenness that he instinctively tried to pull away from Vincent.

Vincent did not release him, Bryce’s attempted warning dissolved into a broken sound.

"Vincent, I’m gonna co... Aahh."

The rest of his words disappeared as Vincent took him deeper, leaving Bryce trembling as pleasure surged through him. When Vincent finally pulled away, Bryce stared at him in disbelief, still struggling to recover.

"Why does everything about you taste like strawberries?" Vincent murmured, a trace of amusement entering his voice. "Are you made of strawberries, baby?"

Dave gave a queit startled laugh. "I thought I was the insane one for thinking it tasted like strawberries."

His teasing only made the warmth rushing to Bryce’s face deepen.

"It actually does," Vincent replied.

The simple agreement caught Dave off guard. Vincent had been quiet throughout the moment, barely acknowledging him directly, so hearing him respond to him so naturally left him momentarily speechless.

Something inside him eased. For the first time since entering the room, he felt as though he truly belonged there, as though Vincent did not consider his presence an inconvenience or wish he were somewhere else.

_

Vincent pulled his shirt over his head, exposing the defined muscles of his upper body, which flexed beneath his flushed skin.

Dave tried not to look.

He had seen Vincent shirtless before and had looked at him then, but that earlier reaction had been rooted in comparison.

Dave had felt nothing beyond the instinctive need to measure himself against another man.

This time, however, the effect was entirely different. Heat spread through him, adding to the warmth already consuming his body, while an increasingly powerful urge to reach out and feel Vincent’s muscles made it difficult to look away.

He wanted to touch him.

The realization unsettled him, but he could not deny it.

Vincent leaned toward Bryce and pressed a kiss against his stomach, his hand moving gently over the area as though he were trying to feel the baby beneath his touch.

Bryce tried to lift himself, intent on taking control now that they had both done so much to him, but Vincent refused to let him. Instead, he turned Bryce onto his stomach.

A shiver ran through him when Vincent’s hands began caressing his ass, followed by the warmth of his lips against his skin.

Bryce could feel how wet and slick he had become, just as he had the previous time with Vincent, when he had wondered how his body could produce its own natural lubrication.

He reached for Dave and pulled him closer until he was kneeling in front of him. Without hesitation, Bryce undid Dave’s belt and unzipped his pants, drawing them down with the ease of someone who had done it countless times before.

The moment Dave’s cock emerged, prominent veins tracing its length, Bryce’s body shivered as though he were seeing it for the first time. He could not understand what had changed or why it suddenly affected him so differently.

His warm palm closed around it, drawing an involuntary moan from Dave. At the same moment, a moan escaped Bryce’s lips as Vincent’s tongue brushed against his throbbing entrance.